:Shennanigans:

Hehe...and all I wanted was the license to practice law!?!?
Hey, Rob: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. : )

Jen and Rob took me to La Fondue for my birthday - Thanks you two!!! = ) Despite Jen and I both having been ill (and Jen still being sick), we decided to postpone the girly part of the day, but keep the dinner plans. Sooooooooo yummy. We all totally over-ate the cheese course, but it was so wonderful, I could not help myself. For dinner we all had filet, but mixed it with something different - Jen went with chicken, Rob chose shrimp, and I selected scallops. Then, to top it all off, there was the heavenly dark chocolate, marshmallows, and fruit. If I had any room left in my tummy, I could have gone on and on eating the chocolate, but there was simply a shortage of room. I am still full and it haas been more than 24 hours. The only warning I have for people who choose this restaurant for a birthday - BEWARE THE SINGING SOULS OF CHILDREN. The music sounds like it is being played on an old gramaphone, all crackly and fading in and out. Jen and Rob warned me of the singing souls of children, but I somehow was spared that experience. Perhaps that is because the childrens' souls were crying out for cheese?!?

Before dinner, Jen and I hung out at their apartment for a couple hours. She gave me the presents she and Rob had picked out. Okay, they know me WAY to well; they picked perfect things! The first thing I opened was a package with virgin and slut lip glosses and lotions - Jen and I are admitted lip gloss whores. Then I opened a candle which is an aromatherapy for Aquarians. The last part was a stuffed Bondage Kitty - complete with whip and mask. Even their card to me said, "Shennanigans" all over it!!! While we were there, I gave Jen the present I found for her in Paso. Jen, I can see through you, into your soul... I was also accosted again by Sidney. I forgot about his fetish for perfume; especially when it is sprayed on clothing near boobs. Amber, however, being the princess she is, was being an attention whore. She started 'talking' to me as soon as I was in the door. Amber, darling, I love you, but you are one fluffy girl.

Today is a matter of waiting to hear from the parentals. The garage door came of its hardware and there has to be someone there when the new door is installed. That would be me. You know, since everyone else is working normal hours and I can make my schedule whatever I want. Just need to know when to be there tomorrow. As for today, it is a matter of rescheduling two mediations that I had to cancel while I was sick last week, running various mundane errands, and getting more advertising materials and information together.

Oh, and yesterday, Jen and I realized we are both judging Dalsimer at Pepperdine again. Too cool. Let me see how many I can make cry this time. It is more difficult to make the Dalsimer participants cry since they have practiced alot, been through it before, and know what to do and what to expect. I *live* for the 1st Year Competition, however. Crying is just a part of life; suck it up newbie and move on with yourself... *devilishly giggles* Carrie is also going, but since Jen and I want to pair up this year (she and Carrie paired up last year) she asked if it would be okay to have all three of us on a panel this year. Sure. Despite our personal differences, the three of us paired up for one round last year and had quite the good time. It seems to go something like this - Jen comes across as the nice one, but then slams someone along the way; Carrie is the guiding one, leading them almost to where the answer is, but watch out if you are stupid because she can get the needle out when she needs to; then there is me, priding myself on being the ruthless one for whom there is no answer not followed up with another question and for whom the person had better know exactly what s/he is talking about. Last year, after the round with Jen and Carrie, I paired with another pal of mine and we both were evil. Made two cry and one want to quit law school. I was asked not to be so mean next time. Patty does not want them to drop out, only to experience the feeling of being in front of a panel of judges in a courtroom. Bummer. I did promise not to make "so many" cry next year, but I cannot promise not to make someone cry at all - I do not think that would happen even if I tried and tried and tried. Sorry Patty. Hrmm... I do need to work on a tactic for this Dalsimer competition though - I am thinking a little research of my own to throw at them... Never rely on your own brief folks, always read the others that were submitted before going into "the game." Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!

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2005-02-08 9:48 AM Birthday Fondue Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: still full from fondue Read/Post Comments (0)	Hehe...and all I wanted was the license to practice law!?!? Hey, Rob: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. : ) Jen and Rob took me to La Fondue for my birthday - Thanks you two!!! = ) Despite Jen and I both having been ill (and Jen still being sick), we decided to postpone the girly part of the day, but keep the dinner plans. Sooooooooo yummy. We all totally over-ate the cheese course, but it was so wonderful, I could not help myself. For dinner we all had filet, but mixed it with something different - Jen went with chicken, Rob chose shrimp, and I selected scallops. Then, to top it all off, there was the heavenly dark chocolate, marshmallows, and fruit. If I had any room left in my tummy, I could have gone on and on eating the chocolate, but there was simply a shortage of room. I am still full and it haas been more than 24 hours. The only warning I have for people who choose this restaurant for a birthday - BEWARE THE SINGING SOULS OF CHILDREN. The music sounds like it is being played on an old gramaphone, all crackly and fading in and out. Jen and Rob warned me of the singing souls of children, but I somehow was spared that experience. Perhaps that is because the childrens' souls were crying out for cheese?!? Before dinner, Jen and I hung out at their apartment for a couple hours. She gave me the presents she and Rob had picked out. Okay, they know me WAY to well; they picked perfect things! The first thing I opened was a package with virgin and slut lip glosses and lotions - Jen and I are admitted lip gloss whores. Then I opened a candle which is an aromatherapy for Aquarians. The last part was a stuffed Bondage Kitty - complete with whip and mask. Even their card to me said, "Shennanigans" all over it!!! While we were there, I gave Jen the present I found for her in Paso. Jen, I can see through you, into your soul... I was also accosted again by Sidney. I forgot about his fetish for perfume; especially when it is sprayed on clothing near boobs. Amber, however, being the princess she is, was being an attention whore. She started 'talking' to me as soon as I was in the door. Amber, darling, I love you, but you are one fluffy girl. Today is a matter of waiting to hear from the parentals. The garage door came of its hardware and there has to be someone there when the new door is installed. That would be me. You know, since everyone else is working normal hours and I can make my schedule whatever I want. Just need to know when to be there tomorrow. As for today, it is a matter of rescheduling two mediations that I had to cancel while I was sick last week, running various mundane errands, and getting more advertising materials and information together. Oh, and yesterday, Jen and I realized we are both judging Dalsimer at Pepperdine again. Too cool. Let me see how many I can make cry this time. It is more difficult to make the Dalsimer participants cry since they have practiced alot, been through it before, and know what to do and what to expect. I live for the 1st Year Competition, however. Crying is just a part of life; suck it up newbie and move on with yourself... devilishly giggles Carrie is also going, but since Jen and I want to pair up this year (she and Carrie paired up last year) she asked if it would be okay to have all three of us on a panel this year. Sure. Despite our personal differences, the three of us paired up for one round last year and had quite the good time. It seems to go something like this - Jen comes across as the nice one, but then slams someone along the way; Carrie is the guiding one, leading them almost to where the answer is, but watch out if you are stupid because she can get the needle out when she needs to; then there is me, priding myself on being the ruthless one for whom there is no answer not followed up with another question and for whom the person had better know exactly what s/he is talking about. Last year, after the round with Jen and Carrie, I paired with another pal of mine and we both were evil. Made two cry and one want to quit law school. I was asked not to be so mean next time. Patty does not want them to drop out, only to experience the feeling of being in front of a panel of judges in a courtroom. Bummer. I did promise not to make "so many" cry next year, but I cannot promise not to make someone cry at all - I do not think that would happen even if I tried and tried and tried. Sorry Patty. Hrmm... I do need to work on a tactic for this Dalsimer competition though - I am thinking a little research of my own to throw at them... Never rely on your own brief folks, always read the others that were submitted before going into "the game." Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!!! Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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