Atlanta Connection
I picked my "frat" brother and his girlfriend up at the airport today, but not before I was harassed by the police. I had gotten out of my SUV and opened up the back so I could place their suitcases in. They had not arrived at my vehicle yet, but they were on their way because I had just talked to them on their cell. The cop pulls up next to me and tells me to move my car. I told him my peeps were coming out and I would be leaving. He said again for me to get in and leave. I just looked at him and looked at the airport doors and said, but they are coming out right now.
He cop said over his PA system "MOVE YOUR CAR!" so I shut the backdoor and started to get into my SUV. I shut my door and then I called my friend and he said “we was crossing the street,” so I opened my door and the cop began to back up and I heard him say "I told you to move." I didn't reply, I just opened the back of my SUV and welcomed my friend with a hug as well as his girlfriend. The cop was watching, I guess to see if I was going to blow something up, who knows?
We all got into my SUV and left the airport, what an asshole of a cop. I mean I know they are there to do a job, but I am sure there is a crack whore drug dealer they could focus in on and leave me the hell alone. As I drove past the cop I just smiled and nodded.
I spent the evening with my friends in DC and we all had a great time.
Peace,
DeMo
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Home Sweet Home
I came back to VA today and of course it is freezing out. The weather in GA was a nice 60 degrees. Man I miss that town. My coworker picked me up from the airport and we headed back to my place where she dropped me off, but I had to show her my pictures of the aquarium first, so she was stuck looking at my digital slide show before I set her free.
I took a short nap and began to clean because a fraternity brother was coming to DC for a visit and I wasn't sure if he and his girlfriend were going to stop by my place or not. I had to be safe and clean up just incase.
That was mostly my night. Nothing too eventful, but I did hook up my external hard drive for my computer, I know nerd alert!
Peace,
DeMo
I came back to VA today and of course it is freezing out. The weather in GA was a nice 60 degrees. Man I miss that town. My coworker picked me up from the airport and we headed back to my place where she dropped me off, but I had to show her my pictures of the aquarium first, so she was stuck looking at my digital slide show before I set her free.
I took a short nap and began to clean because a fraternity brother was coming to DC for a visit and I wasn't sure if he and his girlfriend were going to stop by my place or not. I had to be safe and clean up just incase.
That was mostly my night. Nothing too eventful, but I did hook up my external hard drive for my computer, I know nerd alert!
Peace,
DeMo
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
We Need A Bigger Boat
Today I went to the GA Aquarium with my folks and so did the rest of GA with children in a stroller! Because we had season tickets we were able to just walk right up and not stand outside in the cold, like everyone else. Once we got in, we went upstairs so we could get our actual ID cards for the picture season passes, like a 6 Flags season pass. We stood in that line for about 15 mins even thought the sign at the beginning of the line said 90 min wait. Most of the people, who read that, bitched for a moment and then left.
After striking a pose, we heading into the aquarium and got in line to see the exhibits. The first was where the whale sharks where being held. It was the largest of all the tanks in the GA Aquarium. You first start off going through a tunnel where you can stand on a moving side walk or walk on the right. We chose to stand and have the walkway do the moving for us.
As we were moving through the tunnel we felt like hamster running through one of those orange tubes in a cage. Water was surrounding us on 280 degrees. Everywhere we looked you could see fish swimming. We saw sharks, saw-fish, sting-rays and the whale sharks! They were so close, gliding majestically through the water. You would never guess they weighted tons each.
At the end of the tunnel we walked into the viewing room where we stood in front of a wall of acrylic that was about 30 feet long, 20 feet high and 24 inches thick. Behind the wall was a view that was incredible. We saw clouds of yellow and swarms of sting-rays. Huge fish, sharks on the prowl and of course the main attraction the 2 whale sharks. We stayed in that room for about 15 mins watching the 2 regal giants sail around in circles.
Once we left there, we headed to the room which housed the beluga whales. They have 5 belugas that were rescued from different parts of the world and let me tell you, they looked happy to be in Atlanta. As we watched them do their water ballet, I thought to myself, who was watching whom? As on of the ivory creators twisted by, I swear I saw it smile at me. I know that sounds crazy, but with my camera at the ready, the mammal knew I was going to take its picture and it smiled at me. We watched a bit more and left them as they continued to dance away the day.
Onward and upward, to the sea creatures of otters and sea loins. They were what my dad wanted to see all day. The sea lions had a cool spot where you could watch them from inside as well as outside. They splashed around and dove from the rocks having a great time, even though it was about 40 degrees out. We kept walking and it looked to be feeding time at the penguin cage. One of the keepers was in the cage feeding the penguin small fish. Like pigeons at the parks, they all gathered around her as she vigorously passed out lunch. The birds who lacked in the flight department where cute, but we got bored of them quickly, so we headed on our way.
Next, was the GA fresh water exhibit, I think? It had catfish and perch and lots of brown water, I think we were looking at the 'hooch. They had some fish that were really long and spits at its prey from the water. Boring! I spit at thing all the time, I didn't see the big deal. By this time we were hungry, so we headed to the food court and got lunch. 20% discount cause we're season pass members, gotta love that!
Lunch was good, we had the fresh fish of the day...just kidding, burgers all around. Now we were heading to the coral reef room. This room had a wall that was the roof and the wall all in one. In front of you was a coral reef that is part real and part fake. Once the real coral grows, they will remove the fake parts. Until then, your guess is as good as mine as to which is which. They have classical music playing in the background, so during the high part of the song the symbols clash together at the same time as the waves crashing on the roof and it is pretty cool. I bet you could spend hours in there. It is quite calming.
That is about all we could take for the Aquarium. We hit all the exhibits and saw all they had to offer. We even got a trinket or 2. If you’re in town or find yourself with nothing to do, stop by and check the place out. It ain't that bad!
Peace,
DeMo
Today I went to the GA Aquarium with my folks and so did the rest of GA with children in a stroller! Because we had season tickets we were able to just walk right up and not stand outside in the cold, like everyone else. Once we got in, we went upstairs so we could get our actual ID cards for the picture season passes, like a 6 Flags season pass. We stood in that line for about 15 mins even thought the sign at the beginning of the line said 90 min wait. Most of the people, who read that, bitched for a moment and then left.
After striking a pose, we heading into the aquarium and got in line to see the exhibits. The first was where the whale sharks where being held. It was the largest of all the tanks in the GA Aquarium. You first start off going through a tunnel where you can stand on a moving side walk or walk on the right. We chose to stand and have the walkway do the moving for us.
As we were moving through the tunnel we felt like hamster running through one of those orange tubes in a cage. Water was surrounding us on 280 degrees. Everywhere we looked you could see fish swimming. We saw sharks, saw-fish, sting-rays and the whale sharks! They were so close, gliding majestically through the water. You would never guess they weighted tons each.
At the end of the tunnel we walked into the viewing room where we stood in front of a wall of acrylic that was about 30 feet long, 20 feet high and 24 inches thick. Behind the wall was a view that was incredible. We saw clouds of yellow and swarms of sting-rays. Huge fish, sharks on the prowl and of course the main attraction the 2 whale sharks. We stayed in that room for about 15 mins watching the 2 regal giants sail around in circles.
Once we left there, we headed to the room which housed the beluga whales. They have 5 belugas that were rescued from different parts of the world and let me tell you, they looked happy to be in Atlanta. As we watched them do their water ballet, I thought to myself, who was watching whom? As on of the ivory creators twisted by, I swear I saw it smile at me. I know that sounds crazy, but with my camera at the ready, the mammal knew I was going to take its picture and it smiled at me. We watched a bit more and left them as they continued to dance away the day.
Onward and upward, to the sea creatures of otters and sea loins. They were what my dad wanted to see all day. The sea lions had a cool spot where you could watch them from inside as well as outside. They splashed around and dove from the rocks having a great time, even though it was about 40 degrees out. We kept walking and it looked to be feeding time at the penguin cage. One of the keepers was in the cage feeding the penguin small fish. Like pigeons at the parks, they all gathered around her as she vigorously passed out lunch. The birds who lacked in the flight department where cute, but we got bored of them quickly, so we headed on our way.
Next, was the GA fresh water exhibit, I think? It had catfish and perch and lots of brown water, I think we were looking at the 'hooch. They had some fish that were really long and spits at its prey from the water. Boring! I spit at thing all the time, I didn't see the big deal. By this time we were hungry, so we headed to the food court and got lunch. 20% discount cause we're season pass members, gotta love that!
Lunch was good, we had the fresh fish of the day...just kidding, burgers all around. Now we were heading to the coral reef room. This room had a wall that was the roof and the wall all in one. In front of you was a coral reef that is part real and part fake. Once the real coral grows, they will remove the fake parts. Until then, your guess is as good as mine as to which is which. They have classical music playing in the background, so during the high part of the song the symbols clash together at the same time as the waves crashing on the roof and it is pretty cool. I bet you could spend hours in there. It is quite calming.
That is about all we could take for the Aquarium. We hit all the exhibits and saw all they had to offer. We even got a trinket or 2. If you’re in town or find yourself with nothing to do, stop by and check the place out. It ain't that bad!
Peace,
DeMo
Monday, December 26, 2005
CHRISTMAS 2005
Today is Christmas and I am so ready for our Christmas dinner. The only draw back is that my mom is not feeling too good to I have to help with the dinner. We are making Prime Rib crusted with rosemary, stuffed mushrooms, green beans tied with bacon, baked sweet potatoes and baked potatoes. We also have for antipasto some olives and brie and crackers.
For the most part dinner went well and we cleared the table and got ready for the next course, the fruit, nuts and candy course. During this course some of my mom's friends come over and the table began to refill with food. We added more chocolates and cookies to the table and then decided to merge the next course with this one.
The coffee pot was turned on and the dessert started to flow out of the kitchen like a choreographed dance number. We had cakes and pies and cookies and chocolates and fruit and donuts and ice creams and cup cakes and you name it, it was on the table. There was wine and eggnog and coffee being poured like the bottles were never ending.
During my dinner my cell phone rang and it was my buddy Scott and he was calling to tell me our friend Christy had gone into labor a month early and was going to have her baby today. He was heading to the hospital to see them. I wish I could have gone, but I had to help my mom with her guests. I got a call a little later from him to hear Christy delivered her son, Logan, o-natural! He was healthy and no complication for mom or son.
It seems everyone had a great Christmas Day. The next day, my parents and I were going to the GA Aquarium because I got them and my uncle season passes. Since I was in town, we thought we would go. So that is our big plan for tomorrow.
Peace,
DeMo
Today is Christmas and I am so ready for our Christmas dinner. The only draw back is that my mom is not feeling too good to I have to help with the dinner. We are making Prime Rib crusted with rosemary, stuffed mushrooms, green beans tied with bacon, baked sweet potatoes and baked potatoes. We also have for antipasto some olives and brie and crackers.
For the most part dinner went well and we cleared the table and got ready for the next course, the fruit, nuts and candy course. During this course some of my mom's friends come over and the table began to refill with food. We added more chocolates and cookies to the table and then decided to merge the next course with this one.
The coffee pot was turned on and the dessert started to flow out of the kitchen like a choreographed dance number. We had cakes and pies and cookies and chocolates and fruit and donuts and ice creams and cup cakes and you name it, it was on the table. There was wine and eggnog and coffee being poured like the bottles were never ending.
During my dinner my cell phone rang and it was my buddy Scott and he was calling to tell me our friend Christy had gone into labor a month early and was going to have her baby today. He was heading to the hospital to see them. I wish I could have gone, but I had to help my mom with her guests. I got a call a little later from him to hear Christy delivered her son, Logan, o-natural! He was healthy and no complication for mom or son.
It seems everyone had a great Christmas Day. The next day, my parents and I were going to the GA Aquarium because I got them and my uncle season passes. Since I was in town, we thought we would go. So that is our big plan for tomorrow.
Peace,
DeMo
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Baby Christmas
My friends, Mark and Christy had their son on Christmas Day
Click here to see their son, Logan Bryant Mortimore.
My friends, Mark and Christy had their son on Christmas Day
Click here to see their son, Logan Bryant Mortimore.
Xmas Eve
Today I helped around the house getting things ready for tomorrow. Last night I had a migraine, so I am glad to be over that! Tonight the plan is to go to Mass with some friends of ours then back here for the traditional no-meat-dinner, then to the Stordy's house for a Christmas Eve Cocktail party and then back home by 11 to see what Santa left under the tree for us.
Mass was a bust, we didn't make it. I had to help mom with dinner prep and there wasn't enough time to get ready for church, so we skipped that part of the evening. My uncle came over and my dad, mom and I dined on a feast of seafood and pasta. This is a tradition with Catholics by having no meat on Christmas Eve and I think Italians have the 7 fishes as their dinner. All I know is that for the past 30 years, I haven't had meat on Christmas Eve. Dinner was great and over all too quickly, so we washed up and headed to the Stordy's for their party.
Once there, we mingled with the guests and of course I got to play babysitter for their 3 kids. Even though I was the only other child there, it didn't seem to matter how old I was. I was pushed aside and had to play with the kids. I didn’t mind too much cause their kids are well behaved, but it wasn't my idea of a good time. I sat on the couch with the kids and we watched the movie Elf. It was funny to see a movie through kids' eyes because they actually thought Santa was in the movie. The real Santa, that is.
Their daughter asked me why Santa wasn't wearing his glasses in one of the scenes. I had to tell her he only needed his glasses to read and they is why he wasn't wearing them. They also were under the impression that elves were real and that tights could keep you very warm in the North Pole.
The night went on and it was time for us to leave the party and head home to open gifts. This year I didn't really ask for anything major; just an external hard drive for my computer and a pair of Samba shoes. Other than that, it was fair game. I was more worried about the things I got my parents. I bought my mom a pink and orange cashmere sweater and a diamond circle pendant. For my dad, I bought him a hand blown water pipe. If you remember back to a blog I wrote in Nov, then you will know he was fascinated by them and though it would make a great gift.
We got back to my place and opened the gifts and I got what I wanted, actually I know I got the gifts because I had already picked them out, plus I got a few other things. My mom loved her gifts from me as well as the LCD TV my dad and I got her. My dad was in awe of the pipe, yet I still don’t' think he knows what it is really for.
All and all this was a good Christmas. It was just nice to be home with the family.
Peace,
DeMo
Today I helped around the house getting things ready for tomorrow. Last night I had a migraine, so I am glad to be over that! Tonight the plan is to go to Mass with some friends of ours then back here for the traditional no-meat-dinner, then to the Stordy's house for a Christmas Eve Cocktail party and then back home by 11 to see what Santa left under the tree for us.
Mass was a bust, we didn't make it. I had to help mom with dinner prep and there wasn't enough time to get ready for church, so we skipped that part of the evening. My uncle came over and my dad, mom and I dined on a feast of seafood and pasta. This is a tradition with Catholics by having no meat on Christmas Eve and I think Italians have the 7 fishes as their dinner. All I know is that for the past 30 years, I haven't had meat on Christmas Eve. Dinner was great and over all too quickly, so we washed up and headed to the Stordy's for their party.
Once there, we mingled with the guests and of course I got to play babysitter for their 3 kids. Even though I was the only other child there, it didn't seem to matter how old I was. I was pushed aside and had to play with the kids. I didn’t mind too much cause their kids are well behaved, but it wasn't my idea of a good time. I sat on the couch with the kids and we watched the movie Elf. It was funny to see a movie through kids' eyes because they actually thought Santa was in the movie. The real Santa, that is.
Their daughter asked me why Santa wasn't wearing his glasses in one of the scenes. I had to tell her he only needed his glasses to read and they is why he wasn't wearing them. They also were under the impression that elves were real and that tights could keep you very warm in the North Pole.
The night went on and it was time for us to leave the party and head home to open gifts. This year I didn't really ask for anything major; just an external hard drive for my computer and a pair of Samba shoes. Other than that, it was fair game. I was more worried about the things I got my parents. I bought my mom a pink and orange cashmere sweater and a diamond circle pendant. For my dad, I bought him a hand blown water pipe. If you remember back to a blog I wrote in Nov, then you will know he was fascinated by them and though it would make a great gift.
We got back to my place and opened the gifts and I got what I wanted, actually I know I got the gifts because I had already picked them out, plus I got a few other things. My mom loved her gifts from me as well as the LCD TV my dad and I got her. My dad was in awe of the pipe, yet I still don’t' think he knows what it is really for.
All and all this was a good Christmas. It was just nice to be home with the family.
Peace,
DeMo
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Pastry Nazi
There is this little pastry shop in Atlanta that is located across the street from my old apt on Cheshire Bridge road that makes the best stuff ever. It reminds me of the cakes and cookies I used to get up in Boston when I was a kid. My family has been going to this place for years and it just so happened that when I moved out of good old Fet'ville I moved into the apartment complex across the street from this place. Not sure of the name, but it is right across from the Heights on Cheshire Bridge Rd if you want to go there.
Well, the old man that runs/bakes there has got to be the brother of the soup Nazi, from the Seinfeld Show. This guy was so straight faced and mean it wasn't funny. You have to line up and tell him what you want without asking questions. If by some chance you muster up the nerve to ask a question, then he will give you the shortest answer possible in this tone that is so frightening it makes small children cry.
I went in there with my mom yesterday to get some pastries for tomorrow and they were out of what we wanted, so my mom had me ask him if they had any in back and I received a stern "NO!" Then she had me ask if they were going to be making any more today. Not to my surprise, I got the same answer as before, but with a little bit more dislike in his voice.
By this time my mom was beginning to chuckle because under her breathe she kept calling him the pastry Nazi. I was hitting her, so I wouldn't start laughing because as most of you know if i start to laugh, it is all over. My mom then piped up and asked him to box up some cookies for her. She wanted a pound of some twisted shaped thing my dad liked, so the pastry Nazi filled the box and asked if that was good. I said yes, not to upset the dessert dictator, but of course my mom had to interject and told him to add a few more. The vein on his forehead was beginning to throb.
He wrapped up the box of cookies and began to ring us out and my mom asked once again about those pastries she wanted. The man gave her a look that could kill ya. She said never mind, but the man said if she puts an order in he would have them for her tomorrow. My mom said no, that would be alright and we got the hell out of there.
If you want some great pastries and an experience of a life time, go to this place!
Peace,
DeMo
There is this little pastry shop in Atlanta that is located across the street from my old apt on Cheshire Bridge road that makes the best stuff ever. It reminds me of the cakes and cookies I used to get up in Boston when I was a kid. My family has been going to this place for years and it just so happened that when I moved out of good old Fet'ville I moved into the apartment complex across the street from this place. Not sure of the name, but it is right across from the Heights on Cheshire Bridge Rd if you want to go there.
Well, the old man that runs/bakes there has got to be the brother of the soup Nazi, from the Seinfeld Show. This guy was so straight faced and mean it wasn't funny. You have to line up and tell him what you want without asking questions. If by some chance you muster up the nerve to ask a question, then he will give you the shortest answer possible in this tone that is so frightening it makes small children cry.
I went in there with my mom yesterday to get some pastries for tomorrow and they were out of what we wanted, so my mom had me ask him if they had any in back and I received a stern "NO!" Then she had me ask if they were going to be making any more today. Not to my surprise, I got the same answer as before, but with a little bit more dislike in his voice.
By this time my mom was beginning to chuckle because under her breathe she kept calling him the pastry Nazi. I was hitting her, so I wouldn't start laughing because as most of you know if i start to laugh, it is all over. My mom then piped up and asked him to box up some cookies for her. She wanted a pound of some twisted shaped thing my dad liked, so the pastry Nazi filled the box and asked if that was good. I said yes, not to upset the dessert dictator, but of course my mom had to interject and told him to add a few more. The vein on his forehead was beginning to throb.
He wrapped up the box of cookies and began to ring us out and my mom asked once again about those pastries she wanted. The man gave her a look that could kill ya. She said never mind, but the man said if she puts an order in he would have them for her tomorrow. My mom said no, that would be alright and we got the hell out of there.
If you want some great pastries and an experience of a life time, go to this place!
Peace,
DeMo
Homecoming
Well, today I am back in good old GA. I had to wake up at the butt-crack of dawn because I made my flight for 6 am, dumbass that I am. The cab was waiting for me outside my lobby at 4am. I had just finished packing about 5 hours before that, so I was extremely tired.
The cab got me to the airport in about 10 mins and I made it through security in about 5 mins and sat at the gate for about an hour an a half. Once I got on the plane and in my seat, I fell right asleep. I don't even remember the plane taking off. The next thing I do remember is seeing Stone Mountain as we were making our final decent into Atlanta.
My folks picked me up from the airport and we dropped my dad off at home and my mom and I went into the city so I could get my hair cut by my friend Natasha. After the hair cut my mom and I had lunch at Fritti where another friend of mine, Trisha, works. From there my mom and I had a few other stops and then went home.
By his time it was close to 5 pm and the traffic was awful. It was taking 30 mins to travel down a street (Sidney Marcus Bvld). Once we got home, I had a headache and went right to bed. My mom kept bugging me with questions, but I fell asleep anyways.
Even though my night did not go as I would have liked, the day was eventful and it was great to ba back home.
Can't wait for tomorrow...Santa comes!
Peace,
DeMo
Well, today I am back in good old GA. I had to wake up at the butt-crack of dawn because I made my flight for 6 am, dumbass that I am. The cab was waiting for me outside my lobby at 4am. I had just finished packing about 5 hours before that, so I was extremely tired.
The cab got me to the airport in about 10 mins and I made it through security in about 5 mins and sat at the gate for about an hour an a half. Once I got on the plane and in my seat, I fell right asleep. I don't even remember the plane taking off. The next thing I do remember is seeing Stone Mountain as we were making our final decent into Atlanta.
My folks picked me up from the airport and we dropped my dad off at home and my mom and I went into the city so I could get my hair cut by my friend Natasha. After the hair cut my mom and I had lunch at Fritti where another friend of mine, Trisha, works. From there my mom and I had a few other stops and then went home.
By his time it was close to 5 pm and the traffic was awful. It was taking 30 mins to travel down a street (Sidney Marcus Bvld). Once we got home, I had a headache and went right to bed. My mom kept bugging me with questions, but I fell asleep anyways.
Even though my night did not go as I would have liked, the day was eventful and it was great to ba back home.
Can't wait for tomorrow...Santa comes!
Peace,
DeMo
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Who Knows Short Hand
So I am at this way important meeting today and I am taking minutes, cause that is part of my job since I am there to gather all requirements for my system, and this person who is speaking asks if there was going to be an email sent out about our BIG meeting next month. Now, he knew there was because there always is, but he had to go there, he had to say "Is there still the admin person doing that stuff with this project," knowing full well I was sending out the emails to the group. His ass was full aware we don't have admins working on this project and that I was the one who sent out the notifications about our meetings and the one who had to set up the rooms and teleconferences. Before I was put in this position another teammate did the job, but we have never had an admin and this guy knew it.
Such a mother fucker! The funny thing is that I worked with this guy on another project and he knows who I am and what I do, so for him to call me an admin is almost a slap in the face...not that there is anything wrong with those who hold the title of admin, I just didn't go all the way through college and grad school to become an admin, you know what I mean. Plus, my student loans are screaming at me and being called an admin is like a knife in the back, while I have to pay that shit off.
When the comment was made, I could only look away to my coworker and she could only point at me as to not get the looks at herself; she was in my position previously. You would have thought, though, my manager, who was in the room, would have spoken up and said we don't have admins on the project, but the "insert title here" will take care of it. OMG!
Hope your day is going better than mine.
Peace,
DeMo
So I am at this way important meeting today and I am taking minutes, cause that is part of my job since I am there to gather all requirements for my system, and this person who is speaking asks if there was going to be an email sent out about our BIG meeting next month. Now, he knew there was because there always is, but he had to go there, he had to say "Is there still the admin person doing that stuff with this project," knowing full well I was sending out the emails to the group. His ass was full aware we don't have admins working on this project and that I was the one who sent out the notifications about our meetings and the one who had to set up the rooms and teleconferences. Before I was put in this position another teammate did the job, but we have never had an admin and this guy knew it.
Such a mother fucker! The funny thing is that I worked with this guy on another project and he knows who I am and what I do, so for him to call me an admin is almost a slap in the face...not that there is anything wrong with those who hold the title of admin, I just didn't go all the way through college and grad school to become an admin, you know what I mean. Plus, my student loans are screaming at me and being called an admin is like a knife in the back, while I have to pay that shit off.
When the comment was made, I could only look away to my coworker and she could only point at me as to not get the looks at herself; she was in my position previously. You would have thought, though, my manager, who was in the room, would have spoken up and said we don't have admins on the project, but the "insert title here" will take care of it. OMG!
Hope your day is going better than mine.
Peace,
DeMo
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Xmas Party
Tonight is my company Christmas party and yes I said CHRISTMAS!!! I swear I hate that we can't say Christmas any more. December 25th is Christmas and we get that day off. All these people who bitch and moan about saying Christmas can go Fuck themselves. They don't complain about getting a paid holiday do they? Don't see them coming into work on Monday the 26th cause they don't celebrate Christmas do you. Fuck no, but because they complain about the holiday being called Christmas, we have to say Holiday...so I went to my holiday party tonight.
I started out round 6 pm, that was the start time of the party. Thought I would get there fashionably late, but there was so much fucking traffic I got there an hour later and most of the people had already eaten, so I got a drink and gulped that down.
I met up with my coworker and her husband and her brother and his girlfriend. We chatted for the next 45 mins and it was gift give-away time. All employees got a raffle ticket at a chance to win a gift. In years past, just the managers were the lucky ones to win gifts. This year a few of us, underlings, won gifts, but for the most part managers won gifts. The big gift of the night was a $200 AMX gift card and some girl who was friends with the party hostess won. It was kind of funny how the person who usually wins the "big" prize wasn't there, so the other office friend won. Hmmm, funny how that worked out.
After the prize give-away, my coworker and her family and I left. We said our goodbyes and we headed home. I was there for about 2 hours and total drive time for me was 90 mins, so it really wasn't worth the time. I did however, kiss the right ass and say hello to the right people at the party. I mean that is the reason you go to company functions anyways, right?
Peace,
DeMo
Tonight is my company Christmas party and yes I said CHRISTMAS!!! I swear I hate that we can't say Christmas any more. December 25th is Christmas and we get that day off. All these people who bitch and moan about saying Christmas can go Fuck themselves. They don't complain about getting a paid holiday do they? Don't see them coming into work on Monday the 26th cause they don't celebrate Christmas do you. Fuck no, but because they complain about the holiday being called Christmas, we have to say Holiday...so I went to my holiday party tonight.
I started out round 6 pm, that was the start time of the party. Thought I would get there fashionably late, but there was so much fucking traffic I got there an hour later and most of the people had already eaten, so I got a drink and gulped that down.
I met up with my coworker and her husband and her brother and his girlfriend. We chatted for the next 45 mins and it was gift give-away time. All employees got a raffle ticket at a chance to win a gift. In years past, just the managers were the lucky ones to win gifts. This year a few of us, underlings, won gifts, but for the most part managers won gifts. The big gift of the night was a $200 AMX gift card and some girl who was friends with the party hostess won. It was kind of funny how the person who usually wins the "big" prize wasn't there, so the other office friend won. Hmmm, funny how that worked out.
After the prize give-away, my coworker and her family and I left. We said our goodbyes and we headed home. I was there for about 2 hours and total drive time for me was 90 mins, so it really wasn't worth the time. I did however, kiss the right ass and say hello to the right people at the party. I mean that is the reason you go to company functions anyways, right?
Peace,
DeMo
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Hoy
A business man got on an elevator. When he entered, there was a blonde already inside who greeted him with a bright,"T-G-I-F.
"He smiled at her and replied,"S-H-I-T."
She looked puzzled, and repeated,"T-G-I-F," more slowly.
He again answered,"S-H-I-T.
"The blonde was trying to keep it friendly, so, she smiled her biggest smile and said as sweetly as possibly, "T-G-I-F."
The man smiled back to her and once again, "S-H-I-T.
"The exasperated blonde finally decided to explain, "'T-G-I-F' means 'Thank Goodness It's Friday.' Get it duuhhh?
"The man answered, "'S-H-I-T' means "Sorry, Honey, It's Thursday." Have a great day!
Peace,
DeMo
A business man got on an elevator. When he entered, there was a blonde already inside who greeted him with a bright,"T-G-I-F.
"He smiled at her and replied,"S-H-I-T."
She looked puzzled, and repeated,"T-G-I-F," more slowly.
He again answered,"S-H-I-T.
"The blonde was trying to keep it friendly, so, she smiled her biggest smile and said as sweetly as possibly, "T-G-I-F."
The man smiled back to her and once again, "S-H-I-T.
"The exasperated blonde finally decided to explain, "'T-G-I-F' means 'Thank Goodness It's Friday.' Get it duuhhh?
"The man answered, "'S-H-I-T' means "Sorry, Honey, It's Thursday." Have a great day!
Peace,
DeMo
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Yin-Yang
“To love someone is to think of them three times, five times, ten times a day. To hate them is to never have them out of your thoughts. To hate someone is to be smothered by them, overwhelmed by feeling, made alive by their very existence. Love can be cured by a sight, by gossip, by rumor, by a pair of socks left unhampered or a slip of the tongue at a dinner party. Love is fragile. Love is the lie we tell ourselves to make all the other lies manageable. Hate is pure, though. Hate endures against all logic, against all argument, against any attempted reconciliation. Send me chocolates, I still hate you. Say you’re sorry, I still hate you. Fix what you have broken, I still hate you.”
This was a post from the Carver from the show nip\tuck and after reading his thoughts I began to think, and oddly enough I was thinking how he/she, cause as of right now we don’t know who the Carver is, could be on to something. Is love nothing but a lie we tell ourselves and is hate the definitive feeling that moves us from day to day?
It seems that hate is the one feeling that can gets us from situation to situation and can keep us up at night. Hate is the cloud that lurks over us every time we see or hear that certain person that has wronged us in the past. No matter where, when or how, we can have that feeling spinning in our stomachs all day and night without any relief. Love, on the other hand, can come and go as quick as an orgasm your lover gives you.
Funny how the one feeling you want is the one feeling we can’t hold on to, and
the one feeling we want to just let go of we can’t seem to get rid of. Love and hate is life’s little yin-yang battle where no one comes out the winner. I believe there is always some love and hate within us all, the key is to never let the hate overpower the love.
Peace,
DeMo
“To love someone is to think of them three times, five times, ten times a day. To hate them is to never have them out of your thoughts. To hate someone is to be smothered by them, overwhelmed by feeling, made alive by their very existence. Love can be cured by a sight, by gossip, by rumor, by a pair of socks left unhampered or a slip of the tongue at a dinner party. Love is fragile. Love is the lie we tell ourselves to make all the other lies manageable. Hate is pure, though. Hate endures against all logic, against all argument, against any attempted reconciliation. Send me chocolates, I still hate you. Say you’re sorry, I still hate you. Fix what you have broken, I still hate you.”
This was a post from the Carver from the show nip\tuck and after reading his thoughts I began to think, and oddly enough I was thinking how he/she, cause as of right now we don’t know who the Carver is, could be on to something. Is love nothing but a lie we tell ourselves and is hate the definitive feeling that moves us from day to day?
It seems that hate is the one feeling that can gets us from situation to situation and can keep us up at night. Hate is the cloud that lurks over us every time we see or hear that certain person that has wronged us in the past. No matter where, when or how, we can have that feeling spinning in our stomachs all day and night without any relief. Love, on the other hand, can come and go as quick as an orgasm your lover gives you.
Funny how the one feeling you want is the one feeling we can’t hold on to, and
the one feeling we want to just let go of we can’t seem to get rid of. Love and hate is life’s little yin-yang battle where no one comes out the winner. I believe there is always some love and hate within us all, the key is to never let the hate overpower the love.Peace,
DeMo
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Knee to know
I am having another surgery on my knee in the middle of January. The doctor is going to go in and see if there is anything wrong and fix what he can. If the meniscus looks too fucked up, then we will talk about doing the transplant, but if that is the end result, then they will have to go back and pretty much tear open my knee and repair the entire thing.
So I guess, with the new year comes a new knee. Lets just hope this new year isn't starting off the wrong way with me going in and out of hospitals. I really don't think I can handle that. As it is, I am just about to go nuts dealing with the ones I have already been through.
Peace,
DeMo
I am having another surgery on my knee in the middle of January. The doctor is going to go in and see if there is anything wrong and fix what he can. If the meniscus looks too fucked up, then we will talk about doing the transplant, but if that is the end result, then they will have to go back and pretty much tear open my knee and repair the entire thing.
So I guess, with the new year comes a new knee. Lets just hope this new year isn't starting off the wrong way with me going in and out of hospitals. I really don't think I can handle that. As it is, I am just about to go nuts dealing with the ones I have already been through.
Peace,
DeMo
Monday, December 12, 2005
The Hunt
This weekend I had some friends staying with me so they could find an apartment here in the DC area. They are moving from AL to DC and I have to say I did the move from the south to DC and what a huge difference that was. The major difference is the cost, which they are finding out by looking for an apartment within their budget.
In the south rent can tend to run on the lesser side, and you can get more space. Here in the DC area rent can run on the higher side, and you can get lesser space. So the probability of them getting a 2 bedroom on a metro (subway) line is pretty much out of the question, unless they are willing to sell an organ.
My first apt here was a 1 bedroom on the metro and ran about fourteen hundred a month with utilities. I didn’t think that was too bad. Now that same one bedroom is going for eighteen hundred a month. I only moved out in February. Talk about inflation! This is their dilemma, they want utilities included, but they do not want to have to spend every waking moment of the day to have to work to pay for it, oh yea, they do not want to live in the hood either.
One place they did find, they looked up and read some of the reviews. Most of the people complained about the noise, but it wasn’t about street noise or construction…it was about the scratching of the claws the rats made on the walls. AUGH! No thank you very much. Who is their landlord Willard?
My friends are on their final excursion looking for their perfect DC apartment. They leave this afternoon to fly back down south. I hope they are victorious in their search and can leave knowing they have a home to come back to in a few weeks. Otherwise, I may have some house guests for a bit longer than expected.
Peace,
DeMo
This weekend I had some friends staying with me so they could find an apartment here in the DC area. They are moving from AL to DC and I have to say I did the move from the south to DC and what a huge difference that was. The major difference is the cost, which they are finding out by looking for an apartment within their budget.
In the south rent can tend to run on the lesser side, and you can get more space. Here in the DC area rent can run on the higher side, and you can get lesser space. So the probability of them getting a 2 bedroom on a metro (subway) line is pretty much out of the question, unless they are willing to sell an organ.
My first apt here was a 1 bedroom on the metro and ran about fourteen hundred a month with utilities. I didn’t think that was too bad. Now that same one bedroom is going for eighteen hundred a month. I only moved out in February. Talk about inflation! This is their dilemma, they want utilities included, but they do not want to have to spend every waking moment of the day to have to work to pay for it, oh yea, they do not want to live in the hood either.
One place they did find, they looked up and read some of the reviews. Most of the people complained about the noise, but it wasn’t about street noise or construction…it was about the scratching of the claws the rats made on the walls. AUGH! No thank you very much. Who is their landlord Willard?
My friends are on their final excursion looking for their perfect DC apartment. They leave this afternoon to fly back down south. I hope they are victorious in their search and can leave knowing they have a home to come back to in a few weeks. Otherwise, I may have some house guests for a bit longer than expected.
Peace,
DeMo
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
cCommittee Report
I have joined two committees at my condo; social and facilities and have been appointed the chair of both. Not sure how that worked out, but it did. I really didn't mind at first, but now I can't stand being in charge of the committees.
The social committee is enjoyable because it is the FUN group. We plan the parties and get to do all the fun things for the condo, but I when you get a group of people together from all different backgrounds, ages and time schedules it can get pretty difficult at times. Luckily, this group of people is easy to get along with.
The facilities group, well that is another story. This committee is formed to help solve the issues related to anything seen on the property. We are in charge of landscaping, furniture, flowers, you see it we do it. The only problem is we can never meet because everyone has their own schedule and no one seems to be flexible, so it is just me who is on the committee at this point.
The facilities committee has a meeting tonight and all but one other person has backed out. So there will be two of us tonight to discuss the new landscaping and flower arrangements as well as the automatic light switches. I hope we do a good job because what we say goes.
Since there seems to be a lack of support from both committees, I will have to write a charter for both. I have some experience writing by laws and code of conducts as well as reading charters, so I am hoping writing a charter won't be too difficult. I guess only time will tell.
Let you know how things turn out.
Peace,
DeMo
I have joined two committees at my condo; social and facilities and have been appointed the chair of both. Not sure how that worked out, but it did. I really didn't mind at first, but now I can't stand being in charge of the committees.
The social committee is enjoyable because it is the FUN group. We plan the parties and get to do all the fun things for the condo, but I when you get a group of people together from all different backgrounds, ages and time schedules it can get pretty difficult at times. Luckily, this group of people is easy to get along with.
The facilities group, well that is another story. This committee is formed to help solve the issues related to anything seen on the property. We are in charge of landscaping, furniture, flowers, you see it we do it. The only problem is we can never meet because everyone has their own schedule and no one seems to be flexible, so it is just me who is on the committee at this point.
The facilities committee has a meeting tonight and all but one other person has backed out. So there will be two of us tonight to discuss the new landscaping and flower arrangements as well as the automatic light switches. I hope we do a good job because what we say goes.
Since there seems to be a lack of support from both committees, I will have to write a charter for both. I have some experience writing by laws and code of conducts as well as reading charters, so I am hoping writing a charter won't be too difficult. I guess only time will tell.
Let you know how things turn out.
Peace,
DeMo
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Social
On Friday night, we had a meet-n-greet party at my condo, and I was the host/planner/chair of the committee. My committee and I have been planning this party for the past couple of weeks and we finally pulled it off. Some of the people on the committee were stressed about the party, but after working parties for 2 years, they have become old hat for me.
The party started at 8pm and went till "when ever," not my idea. We all helped out during the party and slowly more and more people arrived, and by the end, I would say, close to 80 people showed up. Not to bad for our first party at the condo.
The age group started out to be mostly the older folks at the beginning, but round 9:30 the older folks went to bed and the younger crowd headed in for the free food and drinks. We went through bout 15 magnums of wine and 4 cases of beer.
All and all everyone that came had a great time and I ended up closing the party bout 2 a.m. I of course was the only one left from the committee, so I had to clean the room up by myself. No worries, I had some vodka to drink which made the time fly by.
I met a lot of people and there were quite a few cute ladies there. Hopefully, I will be able to see them in the future. I mean we do live in the same building, I would think we would have to run into each other once in a while, right??? Who knows what will come from the first social event of North Hampton?
I'll keep you posted.
Peace,
DeMo
On Friday night, we had a meet-n-greet party at my condo, and I was the host/planner/chair of the committee. My committee and I have been planning this party for the past couple of weeks and we finally pulled it off. Some of the people on the committee were stressed about the party, but after working parties for 2 years, they have become old hat for me.
The party started at 8pm and went till "when ever," not my idea. We all helped out during the party and slowly more and more people arrived, and by the end, I would say, close to 80 people showed up. Not to bad for our first party at the condo.
The age group started out to be mostly the older folks at the beginning, but round 9:30 the older folks went to bed and the younger crowd headed in for the free food and drinks. We went through bout 15 magnums of wine and 4 cases of beer.
All and all everyone that came had a great time and I ended up closing the party bout 2 a.m. I of course was the only one left from the committee, so I had to clean the room up by myself. No worries, I had some vodka to drink which made the time fly by.
I met a lot of people and there were quite a few cute ladies there. Hopefully, I will be able to see them in the future. I mean we do live in the same building, I would think we would have to run into each other once in a while, right??? Who knows what will come from the first social event of North Hampton?
I'll keep you posted.
Peace,
DeMo
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Big Apple
A buddy of mine sent this to me...what do you think?
"Women are like apples on trees, the best ones are on the top of the tree. The men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and don't want to get hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't so good but easy. So, the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top becuase they value quality."
Fuck that, the ones at the top need to learn how to drop their panties like the ones at the bottom. There's no such thing as a drunk man without the balls to hit on the hottest chick at the party.
Peace,
DeMo
A buddy of mine sent this to me...what do you think?
"Women are like apples on trees, the best ones are on the top of the tree. The men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and don't want to get hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't so good but easy. So, the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top becuase they value quality."
Fuck that, the ones at the top need to learn how to drop their panties like the ones at the bottom. There's no such thing as a drunk man without the balls to hit on the hottest chick at the party.
Peace,
DeMo
Ouch
I tell ya, my knee is killing me. Last night I had to go to Costco with some people from my condo to buy supplies for our party this Friday and I walked around there for about an hour. Nothing too major, but a typical shopping experience I would have to say.
When I got home my knee was killing me. The pain was throbbing and felt like someone had hit me clear cross the knee cap. Thank God my doctor is a firm believer in pain killers, cause I am stocked full on'em.
Took me quite a few to help ease the pain, something I DO NOT do on a regular basis, so no letters please, and logged onto the computer. Between complete boredom and a really, really nice buzz I think I stayed on MySpace for a good four hours or so. Lord knows who I talked to, or what comments I made, but I know I felt no pain!
So my point is, if you're reading this and you got a comment from me last night and it made no sense what so ever, please disregard. I was in mucho painolla and was surfing the medicated wave to release the madness.
Peace,
DeMo
I tell ya, my knee is killing me. Last night I had to go to Costco with some people from my condo to buy supplies for our party this Friday and I walked around there for about an hour. Nothing too major, but a typical shopping experience I would have to say.
When I got home my knee was killing me. The pain was throbbing and felt like someone had hit me clear cross the knee cap. Thank God my doctor is a firm believer in pain killers, cause I am stocked full on'em.
Took me quite a few to help ease the pain, something I DO NOT do on a regular basis, so no letters please, and logged onto the computer. Between complete boredom and a really, really nice buzz I think I stayed on MySpace for a good four hours or so. Lord knows who I talked to, or what comments I made, but I know I felt no pain!
So my point is, if you're reading this and you got a comment from me last night and it made no sense what so ever, please disregard. I was in mucho painolla and was surfing the medicated wave to release the madness.
Peace,
DeMo
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