Rich and I were watching TV the other night, when we saw a Wendy's commercial... the oddity of which was the fact that in the background was the song Blister in the Sun by the Violent Femmes. Not even the words... just the music playing in the background. Rich and I just looked at eachother and scratched our heads simultaneously (and then wondered if we perhaps might have lice. Just kidding).
What, praytell, is the connection? Now I am calling all of you folk with marketing prowess. Who decided that it was a good idea to put a non-lyrical part of Blister in the Sun on a Wendy's commercial and make no reference to it? I've seen that commercial so many times since, and it is starting to bug me more and more. All responses considered.
I always thought that song was about masterbation. Does anyone else think that they are subconsciously making a reference back to the 'Where's the Beef' campaign or am I overthinking here?
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
A New Beginning for the Kapps
Very exciting news... but let me give you some background first.
When Rich and I met, I was working and in school part time, HE was working and in school part time, and we were separated by a six hour drive. Fast forward a bit, and my mom got sick. I took a semester off of school and in time, left my job and moved back to NJ to be with her. Rich spent all his off time coming down to NJ and sitting with me in the hospital. Then, my mom died and I stayed in NJ and finished grad school schlepping back and forth to NYU. Rich and I still continued the long distance thing and saw eachother on my off school time and his off work AND school time. It was a lot of scheduling.
Things improved when I gave in and moved upstate. For awhile, I was grieving and he was working and going to school on his off time. I was depressed and knew no one up here, which meant I pretty much attacked him like a needy dog whenever he walked in the door.
Time went on. We got married. I got a job. His shift schedule changed to a twelve hour shift which meant he was either working 6AM to 6PM, or 6PM to 6AM. It was not pretty. Rich finally finished school about a year and a half ago and finally got his diploma in the mail a few months back due to many an administrative hassle.
Well, I am thrilled to announce that Rich got a promotion at his company. It became official yesterday. He'll be an engineer.. but who cares about all that. HE'LL BE WORKING DAY HOURS. (Were you expecting another type of announcement?) ;-)
I am sure that none of you have any idea how big a deal this is. No more will I have to open my desk drawer, take out his shift calendar grid, and think about whether an "N" on a day means that he starts midnights THAT night or the night before (typically it means the night before because the second half of the shift is on that day) before I make any plan. No more will I have to try and memorize a six week rotation (much to Rich's dismay, I NEVER memorized his schedule).
Can we make plans on Memorial Day? Hell yeah. July 4th? You betcha. Never again will I be sitting alone on Christmas with nothing to do because he's working. We will never have to do a special early Christmas again because Rich has to work on Christmas Eve.
I am so proud of him for finishing school and getting this job. And I am so happy for us that he is getting this job. I cant wait to actually have a normal daily routine.. I cant wait to actually get to sleep in the same bed as him for four weeks in a row.
After six years, The Kapps are becoming a normal couple.
When Rich and I met, I was working and in school part time, HE was working and in school part time, and we were separated by a six hour drive. Fast forward a bit, and my mom got sick. I took a semester off of school and in time, left my job and moved back to NJ to be with her. Rich spent all his off time coming down to NJ and sitting with me in the hospital. Then, my mom died and I stayed in NJ and finished grad school schlepping back and forth to NYU. Rich and I still continued the long distance thing and saw eachother on my off school time and his off work AND school time. It was a lot of scheduling.
Things improved when I gave in and moved upstate. For awhile, I was grieving and he was working and going to school on his off time. I was depressed and knew no one up here, which meant I pretty much attacked him like a needy dog whenever he walked in the door.
Time went on. We got married. I got a job. His shift schedule changed to a twelve hour shift which meant he was either working 6AM to 6PM, or 6PM to 6AM. It was not pretty. Rich finally finished school about a year and a half ago and finally got his diploma in the mail a few months back due to many an administrative hassle.
Well, I am thrilled to announce that Rich got a promotion at his company. It became official yesterday. He'll be an engineer.. but who cares about all that. HE'LL BE WORKING DAY HOURS. (Were you expecting another type of announcement?) ;-)
I am sure that none of you have any idea how big a deal this is. No more will I have to open my desk drawer, take out his shift calendar grid, and think about whether an "N" on a day means that he starts midnights THAT night or the night before (typically it means the night before because the second half of the shift is on that day) before I make any plan. No more will I have to try and memorize a six week rotation (much to Rich's dismay, I NEVER memorized his schedule).
Can we make plans on Memorial Day? Hell yeah. July 4th? You betcha. Never again will I be sitting alone on Christmas with nothing to do because he's working. We will never have to do a special early Christmas again because Rich has to work on Christmas Eve.
I am so proud of him for finishing school and getting this job. And I am so happy for us that he is getting this job. I cant wait to actually have a normal daily routine.. I cant wait to actually get to sleep in the same bed as him for four weeks in a row.
After six years, The Kapps are becoming a normal couple.
Myspace Take 2
The irony is O squared C (out of control) as my friend Jenn and I used to say. Just days after I documented my myspace woes, someone got into my account and posted a bulletin (please note that I have no clue HOW to post a bulletin) touting Jesus and other non-Michellisms... and sent it to all 10 whopping people on my friend list. Rich thought it was funny that out of the millions on myspace, this person picked a person in, probably, the 1-5% in terms of friend lists.
Idiots.
Idiots.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Myspace Horror, Fat Jeans, and Other Nightmares
Nothing much to tell since returning from NYC. Before I left, I had a nightmare of a project due at work and it did not get done and so, I've been working terribly long hours for the past week+ and it shows all over. I am cranky and eating like shit. My fat pants are tight.
And I seem to have lost my mind. As of last night, I have reached a new pathetic level that I vowed never to achieve. When Marian, my sis in law, showed me myspace, I vowed never to join, only to find I had a half-assed very limited myspace page a few weeks later just so I could snoop onto other people's spaces and make fun of them. Fast forward a few weeks later and I even had a few friends.. Then, after mocking people who made new friends through posting ridiculous flashing pictures of some stupid comment or picture (*cough - another sister in law- cough*), I was asked to be some girl who lived in the same town as me's friend and I obliged and started to chat upstate New York with her... something I never thought I would type aloud.
Then, last night I did it. I blame daylight savings, work stress, the close proximity to a nuclear power plant... and anything else that I can think of.
I was surfing Hazeywoo's myspace page (Hi Hazey... miss you) Now let me enthusiastically state that Hazey is one of my favorite friends EVER. She is adorable, VERY smart, fun, sweet as can be, cool as hell, very athletic, and all sorts of other wonderful things (this is not at all biased by the fact that she is one of the only ones to read this blog.) But if we lived on the same side of the ocean, I would mock her wholeheartedly for adding bands and other anonymous famous people and things to her myspace friend list. My feeling on this is that these famous people are not your friends. Why can't you just visit their pages? Why pretend that they are your friends?
Anyway, then I saw that new on her friend list was Ellen DeGeneres. I worship Ellen and immediately clicked on the Ellen friend link, but Ellen was listed as private, which means that you cant see her site unless you add her as a friend. So in a weak moment, I did it. I asked to be Ellen DeGeneres's friend. I am not proud. However, one day later and I am thrilled that I can look at all her pictures and read all about her show!! Sadly, we can probably look to a future Michelle posting flashing pictures that say things like "TGIF" in flourescent pink block letter. Oy vey.
In other news, the Kapps had a fun poker tournament this weekend. There were 21 people playing and others hanging out. There was lots of shouting and drinking and eating and card playing anarchy. I cant wait to have another one.
More news to come.
And I seem to have lost my mind. As of last night, I have reached a new pathetic level that I vowed never to achieve. When Marian, my sis in law, showed me myspace, I vowed never to join, only to find I had a half-assed very limited myspace page a few weeks later just so I could snoop onto other people's spaces and make fun of them. Fast forward a few weeks later and I even had a few friends.. Then, after mocking people who made new friends through posting ridiculous flashing pictures of some stupid comment or picture (*cough - another sister in law- cough*), I was asked to be some girl who lived in the same town as me's friend and I obliged and started to chat upstate New York with her... something I never thought I would type aloud.
Then, last night I did it. I blame daylight savings, work stress, the close proximity to a nuclear power plant... and anything else that I can think of.
I was surfing Hazeywoo's myspace page (Hi Hazey... miss you) Now let me enthusiastically state that Hazey is one of my favorite friends EVER. She is adorable, VERY smart, fun, sweet as can be, cool as hell, very athletic, and all sorts of other wonderful things (this is not at all biased by the fact that she is one of the only ones to read this blog.) But if we lived on the same side of the ocean, I would mock her wholeheartedly for adding bands and other anonymous famous people and things to her myspace friend list. My feeling on this is that these famous people are not your friends. Why can't you just visit their pages? Why pretend that they are your friends?
Anyway, then I saw that new on her friend list was Ellen DeGeneres. I worship Ellen and immediately clicked on the Ellen friend link, but Ellen was listed as private, which means that you cant see her site unless you add her as a friend. So in a weak moment, I did it. I asked to be Ellen DeGeneres's friend. I am not proud. However, one day later and I am thrilled that I can look at all her pictures and read all about her show!! Sadly, we can probably look to a future Michelle posting flashing pictures that say things like "TGIF" in flourescent pink block letter. Oy vey.
In other news, the Kapps had a fun poker tournament this weekend. There were 21 people playing and others hanging out. There was lots of shouting and drinking and eating and card playing anarchy. I cant wait to have another one.
More news to come.
Sunday, March 04, 2007
NYC Trip Report
Hi all,
I have been a total blog-slacker since before Rich and I went to the spa a few weeks back. It's just that I am still honestly not caught up with work and I just have not had time to do vacation pictures etc. However, so that I don't get even more behind, I will fill you in on my weekend in NYC and then get back to my spa trip at a later date.
This weekend was my friend Kristy's baby shower and since it's winter and the VT house is closed, it was a good excuse to have a girly weekend and see friends that I only typically get to see during Vermont season... or rarely at all. I told my friend Stacy I'd stay with her since she lives in Greenwich CT and I have never met her youngest son and have only met her oldest once and it was an excuse to spend QT with Stacy T and also see my friend Nancy who lives a town or so away in Darien.
It always takes one of these weekends to remind me how much I loved my college years and how much I miss all my friends that I never get to see in New York. Moving up to Rochester shortly after my mom died caused me to get careless about keeping in touch, as I spent my first year here depressed and in transition and put all my effort into my new living arrangement and going through the grieving process. In the four years here, I have managed to disconnect much more than I would have liked. I rarely chat on the phone these days, and when work is crazy, my emails get fewer and farther between. Weekends like these make me reminiscint of how damn funny my friends are and how much I treasure that really deep hearty belly laugh. I had the hearty belly giggles a lot this weekend and the rest of the time was good quality time with old friends.
Friday I got in to Stacy's and we had a chit chat catch up session for a few hours before I was reminded that she lives in a ranch and I was guaranteed to be woken up by loud children in the wee hours of the morning. Um. She kept that promise. 5:50AM and incorporated into my dream was a loud piercing broken record of "momma momma momma momma momma" which resonated throughout the house and did not rest until Stacy was up and full force into mommy-dom. I spent Saturday morning taking in the sights of delightful and loving Norton family anarchy: Waffle maker oozing with bisquick en route to becoming waffles with strawberries and whipped cream, Emma and Justin running around the house in circles chasing eachother, diapers being changed, sippy cups being filled, mom being climbed onto, toys being dumped onto the rug, and my favorite (only cause he was okay) event of the morning when Justin went to chase and jump onto Stacy where upon she ducked and moved out of the way to be funny, sending him flying through the air into the little rocking chair which flipped forward and knocked him to the ground. That's my girl making the baby cry for a good ten minutes. The Norton kids have fire engine red hair and these little mini-Stacy faces.. enough to make you wanna mush their cheeks. I had to stop myself. So far, Justin's just a baby and Emma's too timid to be a real Thornley. I cant wait to see her grow up to be like her mom. Here are the two kiddies.
After breakfast Stacy drove me to see Nancy... who has a 2 and a half year old and 8 month old twins. I spent four hours in the throws of more adorable baby-filled chaos... this time the Fernandez family which consists of Cesar, Nancy, and three non-potty trained kiddies.. one with bluer eyes than the next (and might I add that little Georgia was "made" during Rich and my wedding weekend. I stand proud.)
Sadly, after spending time with Nancy, I was again regretful at how little we speak and how much I adore her. We vowed to put in more phone time going forward. Phone time will have to do because the Fernandez fam is moving down to Atlanta, where Nancy grew up. My little debutante friend is going back to her hometown... but not without a promise to visit Vermont this summer. We had a great visit... and it was great to see Nancy in mommy-mode as well, which required me to literally follow her around the house as she fed and changed diapers and cleaned and chased Georgia, etc. Here is the Fernandez fam minus two cute twins that were sleeping during picture time.
The week before I left, I sent out a random email to those of my friends that still live in the city and a few in NJ and Connecticut to see if anyone was around to have dinner on Saturday and we ended up with a reservation for 14 (thanks to Conway who spent much of Friday afternoon trying to find a restaurant that would take a reservation for 14 on a Saturday night). Stacy and I drove in from CT and met everyone for drinks at a bit after 8 and then dinner at 9. It was really fun. There were friends from college, friends from old jobs, friends from camp twenty years ago, friends from the Cha that moved down to the city, friends that I met through other friends, and my bro and sis in law, Jeremy and Pee Wee. Kudos to Kristy for schlepping into the city with Tash with a very pregnant belly.. she's a trooper. She endured a late night and an uncomfortable chair. Yummy food, lots of laughs, and an all around good time was had by all, and Stacy snapped her fingers and like the schedule-Nazi that she is, had me in the car and en route back to Connecticut so we could get to sleep and start "momma momma momma" all over again Sunday morning. Here are some pics:
Sunday morning came early and we departed after breakfast for Kristy's baby shower, during which we reminisced about fun Lehigh moments and experienced more belly laughs. After a marathon of gift-opening by the cute little pregger gal, Conway chauffered me to the airport where I waited two hours for my plane ride home. Here are two pics from Kristy's shower. The rest are in Kristy's camera as I was nominated official picture taker for the event.
All in all, it was a great weekend complete with reminiscing, giggles, catch up, hugs, fun, questions about why I havent been knocked up yet, etc... Stacy, you rock for driving me around and taking care of me. Hope I see everyone again soon.
I have been a total blog-slacker since before Rich and I went to the spa a few weeks back. It's just that I am still honestly not caught up with work and I just have not had time to do vacation pictures etc. However, so that I don't get even more behind, I will fill you in on my weekend in NYC and then get back to my spa trip at a later date.
This weekend was my friend Kristy's baby shower and since it's winter and the VT house is closed, it was a good excuse to have a girly weekend and see friends that I only typically get to see during Vermont season... or rarely at all. I told my friend Stacy I'd stay with her since she lives in Greenwich CT and I have never met her youngest son and have only met her oldest once and it was an excuse to spend QT with Stacy T and also see my friend Nancy who lives a town or so away in Darien.
It always takes one of these weekends to remind me how much I loved my college years and how much I miss all my friends that I never get to see in New York. Moving up to Rochester shortly after my mom died caused me to get careless about keeping in touch, as I spent my first year here depressed and in transition and put all my effort into my new living arrangement and going through the grieving process. In the four years here, I have managed to disconnect much more than I would have liked. I rarely chat on the phone these days, and when work is crazy, my emails get fewer and farther between. Weekends like these make me reminiscint of how damn funny my friends are and how much I treasure that really deep hearty belly laugh. I had the hearty belly giggles a lot this weekend and the rest of the time was good quality time with old friends.
Friday I got in to Stacy's and we had a chit chat catch up session for a few hours before I was reminded that she lives in a ranch and I was guaranteed to be woken up by loud children in the wee hours of the morning. Um. She kept that promise. 5:50AM and incorporated into my dream was a loud piercing broken record of "momma momma momma momma momma" which resonated throughout the house and did not rest until Stacy was up and full force into mommy-dom. I spent Saturday morning taking in the sights of delightful and loving Norton family anarchy: Waffle maker oozing with bisquick en route to becoming waffles with strawberries and whipped cream, Emma and Justin running around the house in circles chasing eachother, diapers being changed, sippy cups being filled, mom being climbed onto, toys being dumped onto the rug, and my favorite (only cause he was okay) event of the morning when Justin went to chase and jump onto Stacy where upon she ducked and moved out of the way to be funny, sending him flying through the air into the little rocking chair which flipped forward and knocked him to the ground. That's my girl making the baby cry for a good ten minutes. The Norton kids have fire engine red hair and these little mini-Stacy faces.. enough to make you wanna mush their cheeks. I had to stop myself. So far, Justin's just a baby and Emma's too timid to be a real Thornley. I cant wait to see her grow up to be like her mom. Here are the two kiddies.
After breakfast Stacy drove me to see Nancy... who has a 2 and a half year old and 8 month old twins. I spent four hours in the throws of more adorable baby-filled chaos... this time the Fernandez family which consists of Cesar, Nancy, and three non-potty trained kiddies.. one with bluer eyes than the next (and might I add that little Georgia was "made" during Rich and my wedding weekend. I stand proud.)
Sadly, after spending time with Nancy, I was again regretful at how little we speak and how much I adore her. We vowed to put in more phone time going forward. Phone time will have to do because the Fernandez fam is moving down to Atlanta, where Nancy grew up. My little debutante friend is going back to her hometown... but not without a promise to visit Vermont this summer. We had a great visit... and it was great to see Nancy in mommy-mode as well, which required me to literally follow her around the house as she fed and changed diapers and cleaned and chased Georgia, etc. Here is the Fernandez fam minus two cute twins that were sleeping during picture time.
The week before I left, I sent out a random email to those of my friends that still live in the city and a few in NJ and Connecticut to see if anyone was around to have dinner on Saturday and we ended up with a reservation for 14 (thanks to Conway who spent much of Friday afternoon trying to find a restaurant that would take a reservation for 14 on a Saturday night). Stacy and I drove in from CT and met everyone for drinks at a bit after 8 and then dinner at 9. It was really fun. There were friends from college, friends from old jobs, friends from camp twenty years ago, friends from the Cha that moved down to the city, friends that I met through other friends, and my bro and sis in law, Jeremy and Pee Wee. Kudos to Kristy for schlepping into the city with Tash with a very pregnant belly.. she's a trooper. She endured a late night and an uncomfortable chair. Yummy food, lots of laughs, and an all around good time was had by all, and Stacy snapped her fingers and like the schedule-Nazi that she is, had me in the car and en route back to Connecticut so we could get to sleep and start "momma momma momma" all over again Sunday morning. Here are some pics:
Sunday morning came early and we departed after breakfast for Kristy's baby shower, during which we reminisced about fun Lehigh moments and experienced more belly laughs. After a marathon of gift-opening by the cute little pregger gal, Conway chauffered me to the airport where I waited two hours for my plane ride home. Here are two pics from Kristy's shower. The rest are in Kristy's camera as I was nominated official picture taker for the event.
All in all, it was a great weekend complete with reminiscing, giggles, catch up, hugs, fun, questions about why I havent been knocked up yet, etc... Stacy, you rock for driving me around and taking care of me. Hope I see everyone again soon.
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