This is my life and musings and whatever else I decide to write about in a day.
Pure Imitation Maranie
Saturday, April 20, 2002
So far, I think Jason's birthday is going rather well. The loot list so far:An attachment for his Dremel
Two pairs of boxer shorts
An orange shirt
Two pairs of jeans
"The Matrix" on DVD
A live Dave Matthews CD
A burned CD of the Dave Matthews "The Lillywhite Sessions"
A deposit on the next Dave Mattews CD, coming out in July
"The Fifth Element" on DVD
"A Prayer for Owen Meany" by John Irving
$200 in cash
A large custard pie
A small rhubarb pie
A medium Tim Hortons cherry pie
A lot of cards
We went to the California Pizza Kitchen with his sister Lynn for lunch, followed by seeing "Ice Age" at the Lennox. Once Lynn left, we took a short snooze on the futon, and now we're heading back out to Polaris to get this tacky lizard wall hanging for our kitchen. So far, quite the stellar day. Jason seems to be happy, and therefore I am quite pleased. For when he reads this later - happy 27th, hon.
posted by Maranie on 4/20/2002 07:45:00 PM
Oh, before I do that, here's the results of a test I picked up from Kopi's blog:
Take the What High School
Stereotype Are You? quiz, by Angel.
Cute. :-)
posted by Maranie on 4/20/2002 10:27:00 AM
Yay! Poison tickets ordered, seats not as good as I want, but let's face it, I'll never be happy 'til I'm watching the show from backstage, handing Bret Michaels out cups of water with a kiss. So time to hop in the shower and get this day rolling.
posted by Maranie on 4/20/2002 10:25:00 AM
Ughhhh....
Max & Erma's Brick Beer burger at 11:30 at night? Bad idea. Two Sam Adams Lights with that and a half a glass of merlot? DEFINITELY a bad idea. I was in one of those rare moods where I just wanted to get messed up, but I didn't drink nearly enough to do so. However, I'm sick enough now to feel like I did. Ugh.
Ah, well, in five minutes or so, I'll start calling TicketMaster for those Poison tickets. Then we'll start (or if you count last night, continue) celebrating Jason's birthday! Should be a good time.
posted by Maranie on 4/20/2002 09:47:00 AM
Friday, April 19, 2002
OK, so Jason thinks I should tell everyone the pie story as it happened today. I frankly think it won't transfer well to blog, but here goes:I ordered Jason a couple of pies for his birthday yesterday - a large custard and a small rhubarb - at this place called Just Pies, which is about a 15 minute drive from work. There's a Graeter'sa few blocks away, so I asked Megan (our office ice cream junkie, I swear it's a fetish for her) if she wanted to go with me and stop at Graeters. She said she had too much work to do, but when I offered to pick something up for her, she was like "Well, hmmm, I don't know."
In the meantime Linda, who's desk is near Megan's, overhears me and asks if I'm going out to lunch, could I please pick her up a burger, because she's typing up a brief and can't leave. I tell her sure, but I'm not going to lunch. I'm picking up pies. Cindy, who sits next to Linda, overhears and says "Where are you going again?" "Just Pies," I answer. "I'm picking up pies for Jason's birthday." "Oh, do you think they have butterscotch? I'll get a little one for Tom," she says. "Are they any good?" I assure her that my experiences there have been quite nice.
So minutes later, Linda has given me a five for burger goodiness, and Cindy has called Just Pies and added a small butterscotch pie to my order. While she is digging through her purse for pie money, Linda says, "Hmmm, I wonder if they have lemon meringue." More money is added, as well as a small post-it note with the order. At this point, Megan says, "I don't have any money - if you stop at Graeters, how do you feel about using my credit card?" "I'm dishonest, so sure, I don't have a problem with that!" I answer. Then I look about three cubes down and see Rebecca stand up. "Did someone mention sundaes?" she said.
I tell Rebecca I'm grabbing some peanut butter chip Graeters for Megan, a burger for Cindy, and of course, I'm picking up pies. She runs to the aforementioned Tom's office, where her purse is hanging on his coat tree, and gets out a five. "Mmm, pie sounds good. Are their pies any good?" I assure her that my experiences there have been quite nice. "Could you get me a small lemon meringue too?" she asks. I decide this would be a good time to call Just Pies and check their inventory. They have two small lemons, but as I'm on the phone, Rebecca cancels her order because she has just realized that she can't take the thing home with her on the motorcycle. So I add a small lemon meringue to the Warren order.
However, Tom's office is one down from Debbie's. Debbie is our HR person and one of the bigger cheeses, the biggest, I do believe, who isn't a partner or even an attorney. Someone tells me "Debbie heard you're going out for food, you'd better ask Debbie." So I head to Debbie's office. Kim's in there too.
"So where are you going again?" Debbie asks when I get in there. "Just Pies. I'm picking up pies," I say. "Are their pies any good?" I assure her that my experiences there have been quite nice. "Do they have cherry?" she asks. "I don't know. Probably." As Debbie muses over how much such a confection would cost, Cindy has reappeared and has apparently memorized the price list from her phone call to the place. She rattles it off - "Three seventy-five for a small, six and a quarter for the medium." Debbie decides on a medium. Kim says ooo, that sounds good, get me a small. More money gets handed to me with yet another post-it attached. Another call gets made to Just Pies. The order now stands at one large custard, one small rhubarb, one small butterscotch, one small lemon meringue, one small cherry and one medium cherry.
At this point, Kim and Debbie both ask if these pies are very tasty. I assure them that my experiences there have been quite nice. "But if they suck, don't blame me! I think they're good, but I haven't had all of them and I can't speak for you guys!" I said. "No, don't worry," Debbie tells me, "if we don't like 'em, it's our own fault for being so gluttonous to begin with!" I decide to use Debbie's clout to inform her that with such a large order and so many stops, I might not be able to make it back in the allotted hour lunch-break time. "Don't worry, you're on company time now!" she tells me. Good enough for me.
So I run my errands and somehow get the ice cream back unmelted, although I couldn't tell you whether or not Linda's burger was still warm. The girl at Just Pies thought the whole thing was a hoot. Debbie let me keep the change - a buck or two in quarters - for gas money. I brought back menus so we can order again. Not only did those who ate their pies enjoy, but Cindy ran around showing everyone the perfect meringue on the butterscotch pie. Now Erica says she's heading there tomorrow, and they're talking about a regular pie run to Just Pies. I'm assuming that their new experiences there have been quite nice, and that sometime soon, I shall again be picking up pies.
And the funny thing? Jason hasn't even realized I bought him a rhubarb pie yet. I just left that out of the story, so he'd get a surprise. The last unnoticed pie of the day sits in my fridge right now. Huh.
posted by Maranie on 4/19/2002 10:47:00 PM
Hey.
I'm in a mopey mood, no outside reason to be. Just am. At least I heard two of my favorite songs back-to-back on the way home tonight - "Just Like Heaven" by The Cure and "Bizarre Love Triangle" by New Order - and was in bliss for the several minutes they were on.
Now it's time to find a way to waste away the evening until Jason gets home. Wish me luck.
posted by Maranie on 4/19/2002 06:16:00 PM
Thursday, April 18, 2002
Yay! Poison is coming into town this summer again! *insert girlish squeal here* June 26, Polaris Ampitheatre. Tickets go on sale this Saturday at 10 a.m., so the only question is, Ticketmaster by phone or online?Which leads me to a closer look at the images in the hair metal test, as seen below (or if you're reading this at a much later date, as seen in the archives for April 6.) I just realized that they're just posters from old issues of Metal Edge that someone scanned, which makes me smile and realize there's bigger hair metal geeks out there than me. :-) Even funnier, I think I actually have that Poison poster somewhere....
So the concert's in two months - not much time to figure out what to wear, nor how to properly tease up my hair with the way it's cut now. Do they even sell AquaNet anymore? ;-)
posted by Maranie on 4/18/2002 09:04:00 PM
Wednesday, April 17, 2002
I had a great idea to exercise: Nice night. Jason isn't home. I shall walk to Meijer or Hollywood Video or hell, even Kohl's, and buy Jason one last birthday gift! Huzzah!Then I came to the realization that I need to swing by the bank to transfer over some $$$ from savings to afford such things, as well as to send Chip a check so he can pick up my comics at Monarch. The bank's way too far away to walk. Then I remember too that it's supposed to storm at some point this evening - I don't remember it so much as just feel the heat combining with the moisture in the air. It's a sensation that just goes to the primal brain and says "Rain. Ugh. Find shelter." So there goes my great exercise idea for the night, as I sit on my ass some more to drive to these places. Ah, well.
posted by Maranie on 4/17/2002 06:56:00 PM
Tuesday, April 16, 2002
God, is it hot. And I'm hungry. But hunger means cooking, and cooking means heat, and I want no more heat. Plus cooking in underwear means hot splatters on bare skin, but wearing anything else right now would be torture. And calling Domino's after putting down $147 in groceries last night would be absurd. ACK. Maybe I'll just go hungry tonight, or at least 'til the sun goes down.posted by Maranie on 4/16/2002 07:26:00 PM