2006 December

December 2006


Did you ever get that email forward which is a letter written with all the insignificant words left out (and, the, a, an, etc…) and the point was to show you how your brain takes in the necessary information and fills in the, well, filler words automatically?

Text messaging has a similar effect on me. I can get a text from someone saying ‘he i in good now, foot call of’ and know that it means, ‘if i go home now, don’t call me’. (Yes I know it doesn’t make sense but it incorporates several examples. The quick fox never jumped over a lazy brown dog, either). Some people are really really bad at pressing the button to go to the next word in the dictionary when they are texting. So now in MY head I have a dictionary of the words that are used by the same sequence of numbers, and I translate incoherent messages on the fly.

What weird skills we pick up.

So a couple of months ago, I get an IM from a name I recognize, but was no longer in my buddy list since I purge people I haven’t heard from in a certain amount of time.

It was my old co-worker Drew, whom I hadn’t talked to in at least a year, maybe more. He said he wanted to catch up with me, but had a question for me first: Was I any good at trivia? I’m not particularly good at trivia, but I have Google access, so I said yes.

Turns out his friend was on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire, and Drew and Erin (his wife) were phone-a-friends! They were going to find out in the next 15 minutes to an hour if they were going to be called. Drew would get a call from the show when his friend was in the hot seat, and then it was just a waiting game to see if his friend called him, since he had more than one phone-a-friend.

Drew had set up a server on TeamSpeak, so if you downloaded the software and connected to it, you could talk to other people. He had his phone on speaker, so when a call came through everyone connected to his TeamSpeak server could hear the call. He had about 4 people connected, and we were also in a Yahoo chat, so that when the call came through, we had 30 seconds to type an answer into the chat room, along with a percentage of how sure we were that the answer was correct.

After several minutes of waiting, the phone finally rang to tell them that their friend was in the hot seat. I opened up Google and waited. Finally the phone rang, and it was the host of the show!! (Not Regis, that new lady that hosts it). She said hello to Erin, who had answered the phone since Drew was manning the computer to read our responses, and the host said, “So I hear you’re pregnant!” and Drew immediately IM’s me, “Oh yeah…” Nice way to find out he’s having his first baby! Anyway the host asks the question, “In 2002, Bugaboo introduced a product called the Frog. What was it?” I quickly type ‘bugaboo frog’ into Google, and all of the results are for a jogging stroller. In the background I hear Erin stalling, “Ummm…Frog….hmmmm…..” so I type into the chat, “Stroller. 100%”

Drew relays that to Erin and then I hear Erin saying, “It’s a stroller”. The friend says, “How sure are you?”, bearing in mind she was completely clueless a second ago. She confidently replies “100%” Now, I was the only person who responded (due to various technical difficulties I found out later) so their answer was based solely on me. I had pasted a link of the product description to Drew, but then Aaron said to me, “That’s what the Frog is now – what if it was something different in 2002?” Aah! I hadn’t thought of that. But luckily, the answer was right! I singlehandedly helped this guy get past the $32,000 question!

I’m only allowed to blog now because the episode just aired. We tivo’d it but haven’t watched it yet. Apparently he lost at the next question. Oh well!

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Aaron and I went boarding today and had the most amazing time. Out of nowhere he busted out a 180 ollie, and then of course I made him teach me how to do it. When you do it right, it is so much fun and is cool to watch. When you do it wrong, you end up in pain. A lot of pain. So of course, we did this for 3 hours straight.

What scares is me is that I am in pain now, and tomorrow morning I will be in agony. I hope a hot shower will cure me enough to get me moving since we are hitting the slopes again all day tomorrow.

God, I love this sport.

I had a great birthday today. I received many birthday wishes, much more than I expected. And of course, Aaron made everything perfect.

Last Saturday he made me an amazing dinner of roast rack of lamb with mint sauce, mustard roasted potatoes, asparagus, and the most awesome chocolate cake with mocha frosting ever. Best cake I have ever had! It was a Nigella Lawson recipe, if you’re interested. And a fabulous bottle of wine, as well. So that was the big extravagant evening.

Then today we had to stop by the snowboard shop where I got a free magazine and 10% off a Burton travel bag, which I thought was super nice of the owner. And then for dinner we had amazing filet mignons, cooked perfectly, with blue cheese, and asparagus. And then more cake.

Aaron got me probably the best gifts ever. He found these two poetry books called something like Poetry That Hurts and Dark Poems – I’m too lazy to go look up the titles, but that was the gist. How freaking perfect is that for me??? The boy knows me. AND he got me two dvds of The Cure!!! I mean, that is me in a nutshell. So thoughtful, so appropriate, so perfect.

And I do love that having a birthday is an excuse for friends to get in contact with you. So many friends whom I love to death but rarely speak with called me today, and it was so wonderful to catch up with them again.

Yeah, a great day. I can’t wait for the rest of the year!

We are getting married in less than two months, and today is my last day of being 28. I feel slightly overwhelmed. And somewhat grown up.

I was reading through some ceremony readings and possible vows today, and reading through the vows (in my head) made me start to cry. In my office. Alone. So what the hell is going to happen when I’m looking Aaron in the eye with all our friends and family watching me declare my undying love for him, and devotion to him? Shit, I’m crying again now. And all this will happen after I walk down the aisle – my brother is escorting me, but I know I am going to be a mess because my dad will not be there.

That waterproof makeup damn well better work!

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