communications

recent work communications (in my own words):

work - Unfortunately, everyone (who's not being laid-off) will be receiving a pay-cut, and because of this percent decrease, you will be required to take 2 days off every 4 weeks.
me - WOOHOO!!! (immediately begin planning weekend road trips in head.)
work - you won't be able to choose your 2 days.
me - oh. and your chosen days don't help me out with my trips at all - oh well.
work - actually, now it's going to be the same percentage cut, but one day a month instead of 2 days every 4 weeks.
me - hmm. But I have 2 long weekends I need every month? hmm.
work - Ok, now you are still going have your paycut, and those days off, but now the days off will be unpaid time in addition to your paycut.
me - say what? (grab scrap paper, do some quick calculating, and become worried for the first time.) oh well.


recent 2-almost-3-year old communciations:

tot - Ju-Ju, your hair looks (sounds like "wiggely").
me - oh! (thinking: I have wiggely hair... sounds sassy! I like having wiggely hair! Watch out for me and my wiggely hair! ha!) Wiggely.
tot - no, not wiggely, WRINKELY.
me - oh. wrinkely. (thinking: yeah, not so hot.)

tot - Ju-Ju, you're too heavy!
does this really need any more explanation?

Bill Cosby once talked about his 6-year-old being able to magically see through his body to a chocolate cake behind him. I also witnessed this. So the next bit of conversation would go like this: "Can I have some of that chocolate cake!"
"Not till everyone finishes eating their dinner."
"Now can I have some of that chocolate cake? Now? NOW? NOW? Daddy are you done with your dinner? NOW can I have the chocolate cake? NOW is it time? (repeat for next 15 minutes.)
At the same dinner, she was able to take a look around the room, and point out the one thing my mom hadn't gotten cleaned out: her last bit of Christmas decor. In late March. "Look - BLUEBERRIES!" Or holly. Whatever. It was tucked way up in a corner on top of a china cabinet, but kids know how to spot exactly what you don't want them to.

We had an early birthday party for her (my niece) while she was here. Despite my best efforts to mold her into my image, she somehow got it into her head that she wanted a "ballerina birthday party." My mom signed me up for ballet when I was about 4. I remember being told to dance around in a circle pretending to be a flower or something, and even at 4, I thought this was stupid. I stuck it out to my recital but that was the end of my ballet career. (Which is unfortunate, considering my ballerina-like physique.) Anyway, she also wanted rollerskates for her birthday. And the result was quite entertaining. I was going to put some video here, but I'm having some computer machine difficulties, so I'll just refer you to flickr, if you wish to see a large 3-year-old rollerskating ballerina.


and a Sunday night conversation with Comcast customer service guy:

me - I ordered a movie, it stopped working, not it's asking me to buy it again, blahdy-blah-blah. I called an hour ago, they said they fixed it, it may take a few minutes, or it may take an hour, blah, blah.
guy - Well, they shouldn't have had you wait at all! Let's fix that right now.
At this point I feel much better, loosen up, and exchange a few jokes with guy.
guy - Now, what's the name of the movie you were watching?
me - uh. uh... (You see, I had intended to watch "Australia." Yeah, I know it's supposed to be bad, whatever. But then I saw that it was looong. And I was tired. So I looked over my options. I watched some previews. I considered some independent films. Some foreign ones. And somehow, I don't know how it happened, I ended up being forced to give this answer:)
me - it was called... um... "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. um. Part 2."

I mean, I could have ordered "Twilight", and while being just as juvenile, it would have felt so much less ridiculous to say out loud. But such is my life.

Hey - speaking of Hollywood, my friend Dolly is making her debut tomorrow night! If you happen to see The Mentalist, look for her in the background as "Officer Jenkins." Dolly was having fun in LA working as an extra while looking for a job. She's afraid people will find this out and think she has intentions of becoming a model/actress, so I of course would like to perpetuate this rumor. She loved her first job on this show (she ate donuts while all else networked), and soon had a second job as an extra on 90210 as a paparazzi. Which meant that I got a voicemail expressing how her feelings were hurt when they ran out of prom-goers, and some one suggested she could fill in, and some one else replied, "Nah! She's too old!"
I love you, Dolly! Although I would have loved you more had I been able to see you dancing in the 90210 prom.