Because it seemed like something Todd would like, I’m sending you off to see Killer Japanese Seizure Robots! Also because Kymberlie isn’t having the best of days, I’m sending you off to Rate My Kitten in her honor. Some of the cutest kittens I have seen in a long time! And really, what can make you happier then looking at cute kittens? I think this one has got to be one of my favorites! [both via Waferbaby]
I forgot to mention this the other day – but I was quite amused when I saw a Pennsylvania license plate while in Boston … they had the state’s URL on the bottom of the plate. Because you know, I’ll be sure to visit their site while driving down the Mass Pike.
Unfortunately I didn’t get a picture of it, which is funny because as Jennifer pointed out, I was taking pictures of everything. Hey, never know what you might want a picture of later…
Edited: Mike was kind enough to post a picture of the plate with his comment. So go to the comments to check it out, and while you’re there feel free to share what you think about it…
Why on earth do the people that go on Blind Date seem so surprised when their date completely sucks? Why? Have these people watched the show? Almost every date ends in date hell. What makes them think that their date will be so special and that it will work out? I think I can count on one hand the dates that have gone well. And yet every time they seem surprised that their date sucked! Why?
Running through the Gold Box, I wonder if it will have anything I want?
:: 4-piece Crib Bedding set – Huntington. Nope, no baby.
:: First Toys. Nope, see above.
:: Nutty Elephant. Augh!
:: Antiques Roadshow Board Game. Why is there an Antiques Roadshow game? I like the show – but a game? Who ever thought of that one?
:: Who Wants ot be a Millionaire Board Game. Ok, finally – I would actually consider buying this one! Well, if I needed it. It’s $9.97 and if I was buying something else I would toss this in too probably – but I’m not.
What’s up with all the kid stuff? I’m glad they figured out that I don’t want power tools, but I don’t need kid stuff!
I don’t normally post things here that I post over at Blogwhore: the Webgame because you really should be there reading the posts. We are down to the final 5 and tomorrow there will only be 4. I’m still in the game, but it’s getting close and the race is truly on.
I liked this post though – I wrote it in response to Nancy’s question, asking us what, back when we were kids, we wanted to be when we grew up. I still wonder too what it is that I want to be when I grow up. Let’s see where I’ve been:
:: I wanted to be a banker. I was young (like 4-5), I have no idea where I got that idea from. Maybe Mary Poppins?
:: I wanted to be an airline stewardess. The travel would be cool. Then I realized that I didn’t want to be a waitress in the air, and Barbie got a new job so I did too.
:: I wanted to be a lawyer. For a long time I wanted to be a lawyer, and as a Libra I can argue with the best of them. Hell, I can argue with myself! I over analyze everything until it reaches the point that I have beaten it into the ground and killed it. When I grew up I discovered that lawyers have to go to school for a long time and have to pass the bar and … screw that. Find something new.
:: Then I wanted to be a teacher. Little did I know that the classes to earn an elementary education degree are so absolutely mind-numbing that I wouldn’t bother to go. I have this little problem – if something isn’t a challenge I’ll just blow it off. That’s what I did with my college classes – so in spite of the fact that I earned a 3.75 one semester, I ended up tossed out on the streets after 2 years because Texas A&M doesn’t give out a degree to those of us who major in Aggie Tradition and minor in the Dixie Chicken. Oops. (More on the college years below and the huge irony of my life.) In this process I also learned I have absolutely no patience for stupid people and trying to teach someone anything frustrates me to no end. Elementary Ed was NOT a good choice, because when you’re in third or fourth grade you simply don’t know that much, and teachers can’t be really mean until kids are in high school.
:: After leaving college behind, I became an Army wife. It is a career in and of itself. We moved to a small base in Germany (Peyton Place for all practical terms, the biggest rumor mill you’ve ever seen) and I traveled while he worked. It was a pretty ideal life in a lot of ways … why the hell did I ever get divorced? I tried to find a job while we lived there, but I was overqualified for everything, or I was white. Yes, reverse descrimination does exist and it sucks when you can’t get a job because they have quotas to fill. Whatever. Married white women don’t need to work too. Ok.
(Fast Forward a few years over little trivial jobs that don’t matter in this post)
:: Worked for a law firm (wow, went full circle!) first as a receptionist, then moving in to the Litigation Support department … where I worked on databases and was the protege of the Network Admin who had me surf the Internet back in 1995 so I could tell him when the firewall crashed. After two years I said to myself, “why don’t I have a web site?” and I learned to hand code HTML … moved in to developing Extranets for our clients … left the law firm, made & sold soap full time (through the Internet, of course!) and eventually went back to work in the real world selling websites to people.
And that’s where I am today. I enjoy it and I imagine that I’ll stay working within the Internet field for years to come. I want to go back to college, but have no idea what I would major in now. Something related to programming? Or go with the marketing/sales side of things? Double major? Or just keep doing what I do now? Hmmm…
OH! You were waiting for the ironic story, right? Ok, here it is.
1987, freshman orientation at Texas A&M. I’ve already taken 2 years of computer programming in high school but Pascal kicked my ass and I don’t know that I could handle a full course load of that stuff. Mom asks me, “Why don’t you major in computers? You really liked your programming class last year.”
My response? “Why would I major in computers? What would I EVER do with THAT degree?”
Yeah, that jokes on ME in a big way. Oops.
So … what did YOU want to be when you grew up?