 Tart | 19 August 2002 Yeah, I changed my layout. I had been eyeing this Groovy Lizard layout for quite sometime, but up til now, I'd been too lazy to change it. But I couldn't stop thinking about the nifty little javascript fortune cookies to the right, and well, I just had to have it. This is why I love Groovy Lizard--her layouts are unique and fun. I can design my own layouts (you've seen them!) but hers are so much groovier than anything I could ever think up. Tonight was a blast. Ray and I decided to go out for a date. Well, as close to a date as you can get when you have two kids in tow. We went to a snazzy little Mexican restaurant, and the food was yummy. We'd eaten there before, but somehow I don't remember the food being quite so good. Then we went to see Signs with Mel Gibson. Can I just say GACK! Okay, do you remember Contact when Jodie Foster went to another planet and talked with the aliens, and it was pretty much a good movie up until the end, when you found out that the whole thing was just a premise for some religious lesson about God? Yeah, well, it was kind of like that, except for the good movie part. And the fact that they didn't have any hot guys in it. I mean, Mel Gibson is okay I guess, just not my type, and Joaquin Phoenix kind of gives me the willies. But Contact had Matthew McCaugnehy and he totally rocks my world. So bleh. I give it a big thumbs down. It was an overrated B movie. It's obvious that they spent their entire budget on Mel Gibson and Joaquin Phoenix because there were no special effects to speak of, and the alien costumes were just really really bad. I half expected to see a zipper on their backs like one of those 1930's horror flicks. But maybe I'm just bitter because I hate movies that try to fool you in to believing that they're going to be all X-Files and they're really just religious propaganda. Such things make me hostile. But it was fun thrashing the movie in the car on the way back home with Ray. We're really quite catty and unforgiving when it comes to bad movies. Plus, Lauren and AJ slept through the whole thing and let us watch it in peace, which is a rarity in my little world I can assure you. We also looked at a car today. One of Ray's coworkers is selling her car for $100! It runs really good, but it needs some body work, which we are totally willing to get done. Appearantly, this lady has several cars in her driveway (yeah, like eight of them) and wants to get rid of as many as she can. Cool beans. We could use a car as we are down to one ever since my shitty Toyota kicked the bucket. I don't get people who have scores of cars in their yards. Jerry at work is the same way. Appearantly, he had to get rid of a few because the state said he he'd have to get a dealer's license because he had so many cars. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. I could never make a joke about something so hillbillyish. One time he called out of work because he was having car trouble. Everyone in the office just looked at each other and giggled. Adrian got on the phone and said, "Jerry, you've got thirty cars sitting in your front yard! At least one of them has got to run!" Last night was really fun at work. Adrian likes to tease me and give me a hard time. He told me I was devious. I said "No I'm not! I'm nice." He looked at me like I was on crack and said, "Look, there is no way you can get nice out of your name. It just spells trouble." So I wrote down my name and played anagrams trying to come up with some nice words about me. Dave so graciously helped out, and we came up with evil, bad, naive (at which everybody snickered), modest (again, more snickering), and tart. Adrian and Dave thought tart was quite amusing, so now they both call me a tart. Isn't that mean? Adrian suprised me by telling me to get out of the office and go out on patrol with Dave. So we went out and did building checks and miscellanious codes. Then we cranked up the stereo and drove around really fast. Dave and I suspect Adrian may have had a nocturnal visitor while we were out. No hard evidence for suspecting that, but he hates working dispatch, and for him to send me out on patrol is really weird. Plus, one of the property owners has a humungous crush on him, and he is often seen flirting with her while he's "patroling" the bar. Dave also thinks Adrian's belt looked a little crooked when we came back, but it didn't look any different to me. Either way, I'm not so sure I want to be sitting in that chair ever again. Dave's big thing is to call me on his cell phone when we're both at work. He's really sneaky and dials the number when I'm distracted and when I answer the phone, he says, "I'm watching you!" in his creepy stalker voice. Then I turn around to see him holding the phone to his ear and staring at me. He thinks this is so amusing, and actually so do I, because I find myself cracking up everytime he does it. Well, Adrian left work early today, and while he was driving out the gate, he called me on his cell phone. He said, "Who is this?" I said, "Brittney." "Oh," he said, "that sounds like the name of the devious tart." I probably shouldn't have laughed, but really, it was quite funny, mostly because it was comepletely unexpected. After he hung up, the phone rang again, and I was positive it was him again. I answered it, trying to think of something witty to say, and all I heard on the other end was, "I'm watching you!" I turn around and see Dave staring at me with a cell phone at his ear. Really, we're all very professional at work, I swear. Well, I'm beat. I better go so I can get at least a couple hours of sleep before Ray goes to work. Later. calvin & hobbs |