Bring me a...

This week, I heard that someone had emailed pictures of herself in S&M attire. The guys here started joking around about how a conversation would ensue if she were to talk someone into coming over to visit her:

"Come over and bring a blank and a blank."

So, the guys kept joking around about random things that she would ask to bring over.

For example:

"Come over and bring a shotgun and some lotion."
"Come over and bring a fishing pole and some peanut butter." ("Oh and bring the lures too.")
"Come over and bring a surge protector and a bottle of water."

So, to humor ourselves, Cindy and I decided to leave a note outside Jason's and Jason's hotel room. The first note we pushed under the door read:

"Come over and bring a shower cap and a nail file. See you soon."

We also shoved an actual shower cap and nail file with the note. Props!

Then we left another note at the foot of the door, which read:

"Hi Jason and Jason,
Come over and bring a packet of Splenda and a hanger. Thanks, Cindy and Melody"

And, of course, we left that little yellow packet of fake sugar and a wooden hanger with the note.

Ah, we are so funny.

Watch Out for the Killer Burrito!

So, today some middle school in New Mexico mistook a giant burrito for a weapon.

That's all I have to say about THAT.

Nerd Alert

My parents were on Nerd Alert when we visited Yale. They scoped out all the nerds, classifying them as "European Nerds," "American Nerds," and even "2nd Generation Nerds."

My mom was inquiring about the difference between nerds, geeks, dorks, dweebs, etc. I don't really know. What do you think are the differences? And, have I missed any other "nerd" synonyms?

A stoney surprise

Surprises galore

Someone told me that the slogan of Bethel, CT (which is the city he lives in) is "A Pleasant Surprise."

If Temecula were a "surprise," it would be "An Asian Surprise."

Surprise, Surprise

Today we drove from Manhattan to New Haven, CT. It's my first trip to Connecticut, and I had always imagined it to boast affluent WASPs who commute to NYC in their towncars to work.

Well, just as we crossed the Connecticut stateline, a roadside sign welcomed us with a friendly but questionable:

"Welcome to Connecticut
We're Full of Surprises!"

OK, what surprises? The surprise that Connecticut isn't Martha Stewart land? The surprise that it unfortunately takes longer to drive through the state to get to Boston than a West Coaster would expect? The surprise that New Haven is not a nice town even though an Ivy League school resides there (Yale)? The surprise we will feel when a crazed, maniacal axe murderer jumps up at us from the side of the highway? And, the even bigger surprise when we we realize that that axe murderer is costumed as a creepy clown?

Connecticut--not surprisingly now--is bizarre.

"Who ate my macaroni?"

My sister emails my other sister and me today with the following:

"I keep making macaroni and leaving it on the stove with like half left in it
because I like cold macaroni and wanna save it for later and everytime I
wake up or come back from work every morsel of it is gone :(

"Who keeps eating my macaroni??? I keep getting disappointed coming home to
an empty pot with not even three morsels of macaroni left :-( "

Say bye-bye to your macaroni, sistah. That's what you get for leaving nasty macaroni on the stovetop.

My First Barbie circa 1989 

My first blog entry!

It's like My First Barbie. Remember that? Mine had the arms that hung nearly straight at her sides, while the 2nd and 3rd and 100th Barbies were bent and crooked at the elbow all stupid.

**Please note: My First Barbie was not black; she was white. I don't think they had Asian Barbies back in 1980.