tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40922022011-09-28T11:41:11.096-07:00Up Too LateSo good it makes you cry.Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.comBlogger1071100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-36913811522519003212007-12-07T21:45:00.000-08:002008-10-08T12:22:22.659-07:00Does anybody want to hear about some crazy things that happened to me in Boston.I didn't think so. Regardless.10. I was propositioned in the office by a married man and kept a paper trail.9. I attended the Boston Gay Men's choir rehearsal and a wine tasting with both a furbie and a swinger.8. I learned what "Do you want to come back to my place?" means. ("Do you want to play Scrabble?")7. I Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-75890290048203846732007-11-24T21:51:00.000-08:002008-10-08T12:23:50.701-07:00Throughout my life, my feelings toward a holiday were based in large part on my circumstances. For example, during elementary school, I really enjoyed EVERY SINGLE HOLIDAY, because it meant no school. This is the time in my life when I cared about Chinese New Year and UEA but not so much President's Day. Then came high school where I was really into Thanksgiving and Christmas because they wereCarolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-69460150033024916712007-08-09T22:19:00.001-07:002007-08-09T22:19:43.110-07:00Walking down Via Corsa in Rome last week, a man sitting at a cafe called out to me, "Scuzi signora you dropped something back there?" When I looked back, he said, "ah it was your beautiful smile."Rome and Florence were all about aesthetics. Even the drinking fountains seemed to be designed more for looks than for actually dispensing clean drinking water. The men and women followed suit. I Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-30230242720399158282007-05-18T11:04:00.000-07:002007-05-31T19:17:45.352-07:00RomeOne afternoon I was walking down Via Vittorio Veneto in Rome. I was listening to my iPod and walked past a few carabinieri, which I think are some kind of police but I only ever saw them strut around in their uniforms, which are very pretty. They motioned to me and being concerned that I was doing something wrong, I took out my earpods to talk to them.Scusi? C'e una problema?Non problema. E Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-88771202853497898552007-05-15T08:57:00.000-07:002007-05-17T20:26:53.129-07:00Every time I go on a trip, it takes a few days for me to adjust. I remember the exact moment I adjusted to Italy. In Milano, everything is about the aesthetic. Even the drinking fountains are designed more for looks than for actually dispensing clean drinking water. To get a drink in Milano, you stop up a fountain with your finger to push the water towards your mouth. Which means the water youCarolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-83337379084414395692007-05-02T20:17:00.000-07:002007-05-17T20:33:06.420-07:00How to say No in ItalianWhen I get into Florence, I get off the train and saw my first real live gypsy. She is little and old and wearing actual colors. I hold my duffel bag tighter because she is little and old and wearing colors. Thankfully, I am wearing my money belt, and so any money she decides to take will have to involve removing my button fly pants, which makes me realize that I'm going Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1116299381801863752005-05-16T19:49:00.000-07:002005-09-03T21:01:43.070-07:00I remember my seventh grade English teacher telling us that there would come a time when we would learn how truly stupid Nancy Drew novels were. In complete horror and disbelief I resolved to try this whole expanding my reading horizons thing without even really expecting to ever stop LOVING Nancy Drew. My first attempt at breaking from Nancy Drew Mysteries, was with a book called My Name is Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1111718942673917632005-04-12T19:25:00.000-07:002005-04-12T16:18:08.076-07:00The other day, I referred to "the Church" and it wasn't a reference to the Mormons, so I knew it was probably time for me to concentrate on my own religion for a little while. I decided to accomplish this by going to the temple in Belmont. The only problem with this idea is that I am physically unable to ever find this structure. Although this is often the case with me and almost all other Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1108165454005622772005-02-11T14:52:00.000-08:002005-02-11T15:44:14.006-08:00At church last week, a girl got up to share her feelings about church and naturally she started off with the month of February, including how February is just a really hard month for us with the holidays coming up...and I was running through all the February holidays in my head and came up with President's Day. I like President's Day. It's a corporate holiday and that's what pretty much makes orCarolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1105209845406092312005-01-08T10:27:00.000-08:002005-01-08T10:44:05.406-08:00Recently, someone at work told me I was "dead-ringer" for some actress from the 70's. While he was trying to remember her name, a series of actresses from the 70's flashed through my mind. Naturally I thought of her. I started laughing, like, "oh...that's so flattering...I mean, I get that all the time, but, you know, I'm humble." And then he said, "Meredith Baxter. That's her name." Since Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1100837264404795882004-11-18T19:35:00.000-08:002005-02-11T14:51:07.200-08:00My versatile and creative efforts at hip hop dancing have not gone unnoticed here. My first weekend here I impressed a room full of white, Mormon, 30-somethings, with my urban moves and gained notoriety in my ward as the go-to girl for all things ghetto. Last weekend my skillz were tested when I agreed to choreograph and teach a hip hop routine to some honest to goodness inner city youth. Up Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1100140329260614702004-11-10T18:02:00.000-08:002004-11-10T18:32:09.260-08:00Sometimes I'll be sitting at my desk daydreaming, and the thought will pop into my head, "Wouldn't it be so crazy if I just up and moved somewhere?" And then a little while later, I'll be like, "Oh yeah, I did that and I don't live in Utah anymore." That's so weird. I can't believe when I look outside it isn't Utah. It is a completely different state, with millions and millions of people, andCarolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1098158554020206282004-10-18T20:28:00.000-07:002005-02-11T14:52:26.723-08:00Sometimes when I'm sitting alone in my apartment, I can forget that all the people I've met out here are probably ten times smarter than I could ever be. But then, there are those other times, when like I'm talking to, oh, say anyone, that I remember CLEARLY that everyone here is smarter than me. Like for example, last week...when I was talking to this guy Jason, who asked if I had found a job.Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1096167667530301762004-09-25T19:45:00.000-07:002004-09-25T20:24:41.586-07:00As if meeting the crazies of Boston wasn't enough, now I'll be working for them too. After a three hour interview, my future boss asked, "If you were an animal, which animal would you be?" I was desperately trying to be professional and all I could think was, "Don't say liger, don't say liger, I hate that movie, don't say liger"...and so I said, "A dog." Why? "Because I have a dog and they're Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1095822196568799492004-09-21T19:39:00.000-07:002004-09-21T20:23:13.723-07:00Since the novelty of meeting all the crazies of Boston hasn't worn off for me yet, I got pretty excited about meeting my new friend Jesse on my first trip using the subway. Jesse and I hit it off immediately because he works for the local hip hop radio station, and I, being from the ghetto of Utah, am aware of hip hop. We talked about a lot of hip hop stuff and then we talked about Utah and Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1095380980532029702004-09-16T17:12:00.000-07:002004-09-16T18:09:22.866-07:00Since moving to Boston a few weeks ago, my life no longer consists of paragraph sized quirky experiences and life lessons. It's now just one big run-on sentence of completely mind boggling weirdness. However, I think a lot of my problems out here could be solved, or prevented with a simple T-shirt design that says:
"I don't drink coffee or alcohol. I don't have sex. No, really."
If I had a Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1090598734544544872004-07-23T08:58:00.000-07:002004-07-23T09:05:34.543-07:00Boston To Do List:
1. Learn how to spell Massachusetts.
2. Google for "Taco Bells in Massachusetts."
Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1084773619378288072004-05-16T22:23:00.000-07:002004-07-23T08:51:50.390-07:00Friday, a homeless man asked me out on a date. Here I was, patiently waiting for a few months to pass before I prepared myself for the Date of 2005. I tried informing him that I had already filled my dating quota for the year, but he didn't seem to care. He gave me a list of date activity options to choose from.
1. Going for a walk in the park by the police station.
2. Going for a walk in theCarolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1084502411119826212004-05-13T19:17:00.000-07:002004-07-23T08:56:51.790-07:00A few months ago my friend Sarah said, why don't you move out to Boston? I couldn't think of a good reason why not, so I said, sure thing, I'll move to Boston. So, in two weeks I'm going out there to see my friend and see what the states east of Utah are like. I don't think it's a big deal, but don't tell my subconscious because apparantly traveling to Boston is very much a big deal to it. Last Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-108265668027208972004-04-22T10:58:00.000-07:002005-03-24T18:22:00.830-08:00Every year I go out on a date. This isn't really a hard and fast rule of mine. It just always ends up that I go out on a date and then 12 months pass and then someone invariably asks me out. This is always disappointing to me because it would be cool if I could say, "Yeah, I haven't been out in years," not "Yeah, the last time I went out was months ago." And the truth is, "I went out last Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1080770374202224852004-04-12T14:59:00.000-07:002005-03-24T18:18:17.180-08:00A little while ago, America found out who their next top model was going to be. Since then, I've been trying to figure out how to spend my Tuesday nights seeing as I haven't had to plan a Tuesday night activity since January 12, and in fact, had a really hard time when Tuesday night plans were made for me. I mean, sure, it's cool to hang out with friends who've driven 12 hours to see you, but, Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1078379846634924732004-03-07T23:00:00.000-08:002007-12-07T21:45:16.311-08:00It's been a few years since I've been to school. I know my mind isn't what it used to be, but yesterday, a little ad popped up while I was checking my email. You know those pop-up ads that ask things like "Which one is Ben Affleck?" and there's a picture of Ben Affleck, Woody Allen and a dingo, and just in case you get it wrong you can click anywhere on the ad and it will work. Well, an ad Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1078012979119688742004-02-28T16:02:00.000-08:002009-08-28T22:27:07.260-07:00The other day I went to Borders to buy a birthday present. I asked three different clerks where they had books in Spanish. And I found out two things: One, that Borders' workers are there, as I suspected, to be aloof, not to actually provide assistance, similar to the clerks at Abercrombie. I think the two groups would be horrified to find themselves compared to each other. Two, that foreign Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1076625045863084672004-02-22T14:30:00.000-08:002009-08-28T22:27:07.266-07:00Reasons why I took a month long blogging sabbatical.
-Brainstorming ideas, (yes, that's right folks, I brainstorm for these posts to give them as unstudied an air, as possible) while listening to Jessica Simpson's stupid "With You" song. The one where she pronounces every single word like she's had an allergic reaction and her tongue's swollen. It takes the "brain" out of my "brainstorming" Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1073605939275985982004-01-08T15:52:00.000-08:002004-02-21T23:09:14.060-08:00Today is actually the one year anniversary of this site. I bought me and my website a one year anniversary present, but for those of you at home, I'd like to present to you the Top Things that happened to Up Too Late in 2003.
- Bill from Ohio, circa mid-Jan to mid-Aug, who's answer to everything was bowling.
- Being voted number one Mormon blogger who's a girl, possibly the most exciting thing Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1071538416082820762003-12-15T17:33:00.000-08:002009-08-28T22:27:07.278-07:00I apologize to everyone who has heard this story already, especially Brittany who has heard it no less than 47 times. Yesterday, starting at 1:41 p.m., all my conversations became one big broken record run-on sentence that went something like this:
Random Captive Audience: "Hi, Carolyn. How's it going?"
Me: "Oh my gosh. So I went to church yesterday and I was late and I ran in and took a Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1071019658353250602003-12-09T17:27:00.000-08:002009-08-28T22:27:07.287-07:00All I would like to say is if you happen to catch me reading "Moneyball: The Art of Winning an Unfair Game," just know that it happens to be a very good book.
Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1070668580704875842003-12-05T15:56:00.000-08:002009-08-28T22:27:07.293-07:00You may be thinking, "But Carolyn, why are you posting anything. It's not like you've been to church since your last post. I thought your life revolved around that nacho cheese boy of yours." And to you I would say, "Why yes. Yes, that is exactly what it revolves around. I'm a mere shred of dignity away from changing this site's address to bo.blogspot.com." And then I would show you this Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1070315948009329012003-12-01T13:59:00.000-08:002009-08-28T22:27:07.298-07:00I know you've all been waiting breathless with anticipation for this post, since SUNDAY was just the other day, and I have a new haircut, AND I have mastered my new haircut. So... just to fill you all in...
I left church on Sunday with the mortifying realization that my every movement, thought and word was in someway influenced by Bo because I'm a PSYCHO and that's just how I operate.
Here areCarolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1069692962780640232003-11-24T08:56:00.000-08:002009-08-28T22:27:07.306-07:00Love, blah blah blah
Him: Hi, here are the olives.
Me: Oh, thanks so much for bringing those.
Him: No problem. You've got nacho cheese on your shirt.
Me:Oh, umm.
Him: (stare)
Me:(stare)
Nacho Cheese: I'm exploding on the stove. Look at me! I'm exploding.
The conversation ended there because I had to start stirring the cheese again. We have now exchanged what my roommate calls, "a handful of Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1068844717597041022003-11-14T13:18:00.000-08:002009-08-28T22:27:07.313-07:00Everyone seems to be posting stuff about love. So here's my post about love.
My post about love.
Part 1
18 years ago, I liked Brian Orme. (His best friend, Clint Chastain, liked me. I hated Clint Chastain because he had an ugly blond tail and he was fat.) One day, Brian and I discussed our relationship while we were kept after school in second grade for losing my teacher's bell. Brian Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1067359006883987272003-10-28T08:36:00.000-08:002009-08-28T22:27:07.318-07:00Just a heads up
If you have nothing to do on a Saturday night, so you go rent a movie, and you think about watching The Hours but decide not to because you're not really up for all the homosexuality, at least not tonight and so you pick another movie, maybe don't go picking Far From Heaven instead. I would rather have watched The Hours seven times over. Or if I had to pick my favorite gay Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1066775967797108342003-10-21T15:39:00.000-07:002009-08-28T22:27:07.331-07:00Today I had some problems using my card at the gas station. I tried no less than 300 hundred billion times to swipe my card and it wouldn't work. Finally Conoco took pity on me and sent out an attendant. I was completely grateful for the help of the dirty, greasy 50-year-old man. He took hold of my card, licked the magnetic strip with his bare tongue, and swiped it. Which immediately caused Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1066331305103567252003-10-16T12:08:00.000-07:002009-08-28T22:27:07.337-07:00Whenever I start asking myself why I gave up a budding journalism career for the adrenaline rush of a job I have now involving general ledgers and journal entries, I direct myself here.
And if anyone ever says to me, "Is there anything you can't do," they will probably be directed there too.Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1066063454724659022003-10-13T09:44:00.000-07:002009-08-28T22:27:07.343-07:00Have you ever thought to yourself, "What's that one Up Too Late address? I know there's a 'carolyn' but there's also a number 42, or 79, or maybe 96, and then there's a letter, b, or q, or ~, or something." And then you become frustrated and throw your computer out the window, or you end up looking at some other site, but it's just not the same because the colors won't change.
Well, your criesCarolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1065657527923062282003-10-08T16:58:00.000-07:002009-08-28T22:27:07.350-07:00Some things I know off the top of my head.
- One KFC Tender Roast Combo with potato wedges and Code Red plus tax is $5.14
- Two Jr. Bacon Cheeseburgers and a sour cream 'n' chives potato plus tax is $3.19
- or Two Jr. Bacon Cheeseburgers and a small Frosty plus tax is $3.19
- Fazoli's Four Cheese and Tomato with two breadsticks and water plus tax is $3.21
- Kneaders Classic Turkey on Fococcia Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1065221857923791502003-10-03T15:57:00.000-07:002009-08-28T22:27:07.354-07:00This weekend I officially become "as old as the hills." I'll let you know how it turns out.Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1064856997877577982003-09-29T10:36:00.000-07:002009-08-28T22:27:07.359-07:00When I went to the dentist on Tuesday, both he and the receptionist said what great teeth I have. They asked what my secret was. I wouldn't tell them but I'll let you lucky people in on it.
My Daily Oral Hygiene Regimen:
Brush Teeth
Eat Candy
Eat Chocolate
Eat Food
Drink Non-fluoridated Tap Water
Chew Gum
Brush Teeth
Floss, but only if Brittany tells me to
This post reminds me of an idea I Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1064272869871749222003-09-22T16:21:00.000-07:002009-08-28T22:27:07.365-07:00Saturday in my aforementioned hip hop class we learned a new sexy move. It is similar to a move Beyonce does in her Crazy in Love video where she licks her finger and slides it down the front of her body. Sexy, right? How can a move like that possibly be Un-Sexy? Technically it becomes un-sexy, when you slap yourself in the face instead, when your hand is trying to make contract with your Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1063047619473649272003-09-08T12:00:00.000-07:002005-03-24T18:23:17.220-08:00Knowing the calliber of readers this site attracts and lest all three of them begin to think Up Too Late exists merely for entertainment purposes, (although having read through some of my posts myself I'm unsure as to whether they really qualify as entertaining) I would like to present a question that has been troubling myself and my friend Brittany since our days of homelessness.First, some Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1062718376691779092003-09-04T16:32:00.000-07:002009-08-28T22:27:07.373-07:00Last week, if I were thinking responsibly, should have been titled "My Experiment in Homelessness," however it will be instead "Fruitless Attempts to See Radiohead." There is really nothing to say other than the day I have been waiting for since Fall '00, came and went. In an effort to get to the show, I rekindled old friendships, inserted Radiohead references in any and all conversations, andCarolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1061400258935328282003-08-20T10:24:00.000-07:002009-08-28T22:27:07.379-07:00A few months ago, I read a news article about a homeless man who kept a weblog. Well, beginning Saturday, or possibly Monday, depending on when I have to move out, Up Too Late will become Up Too Late Cause I Got No Place To Sleep. Unless something drastic happens, this weekend I will become a member of the homeless middle class. In preparation for my new homeless status, I will probably put Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1060633350817424542003-08-11T13:22:00.000-07:002009-08-28T22:27:07.385-07:00You will now have to sit through my Family Dinner Re-cap. (I'm pretty sure my sister will be doing one soon too, and she has a knack for doing family impressions, but in the meantime, you'll have to read mine.)
Saturday Aug. 9, 2003
To keep up with my family, you need a thorough knowledge of old movies, books, broadway, Buffy, Mormons and my sister's brief but enduring stint at Potiphar's wifeCarolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1060382104700614142003-08-08T15:35:00.000-07:002009-08-28T22:27:07.389-07:00If I were ever to start reading this book, I'm pretty sure "To the Lighthouse" would be given a new lease on life.Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1060362460116437692003-08-08T10:07:00.000-07:002003-08-08T10:07:40.103-07:00This site, from Metafilter contains different elements of airplane crashes, including a touching and disturbing last words link containing CVR transcripts and MP3's. The site also includes unusual accidents like this:
"Not really an "accident" but:
On November 24, 1971, a man calling himself Dan Cooper boarded a Boeing 727, Northwest Airlines, Flight 305 at Portland Oregon bound for Seattle Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1060019852515761432003-08-04T10:57:00.000-07:002003-08-04T12:23:32.853-07:00I cannot lift my arms today. Everything I do is done with my elbows pressed firmly to my sides, like a wounded T-Rex. "Ah yes, a wild weekend of waterskiing, or perhaps bench pressing?" you ask...but no. It was a wild night of Contact Reflex Analysis. It was determined, based on the resistance level of my arms, that;
1)I do not like radiator sealant.
2)I need a diet high in onions, low in Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1059492818910059762003-07-29T08:33:00.000-07:002003-07-30T13:12:15.040-07:00Okay, let's just take this whole adultery metaphor just one step further...
because last night I cheated on Ghengis Khan, which from all I've read of him so far ( the prologue) is pretty risky. I cheated on him to read what is basically the high school boyfriend of book affairs...Pride and Prejudice. Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-10594076203260662003-07-28T08:53:00.000-07:002003-07-30T13:13:16.926-07:00This weekend:
1)What was once a vague and nebulous impression that I may not want a huge wedding planner type reception, has solidified into a full-blown I will elope, regardless.
2)I cheated on the book I have been stuggling to read for several months now. So far I have had affairs with Jane Eyre, The Blind Assasin and The Beautiful and Damned. This weekend I began reading a Barnes & Noble Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1058909147347911782003-07-22T14:25:00.000-07:002003-07-22T14:27:34.153-07:00"I actually prefer Taco Bell to most other restaurants."
When someone actually said this last night, I felt as though they were reading my soul.Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1058809145804069282003-07-21T10:39:00.000-07:002003-07-22T14:18:50.433-07:00Turning the time over...
This is my new sunday school activity. It sure beats testimony bingo.Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1058566839353333182003-07-18T15:20:00.000-07:002003-07-21T11:23:46.936-07:00Now here we have some shows I would watch and music I would listen to if no one would ever know. seriously
The Antiques Roadshow
Star Trek: The Next Generation
All Star Trek movies except "Star Trek: The Motion Picture"
The Crocodile Hunter
Wings of Desire
Margie
Fields of Gold, on repeat
Cry
It's My Life
Everyone please send me your well-worn copies of "The Nanny Diaries" and the DVD Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1058197803143938202003-07-14T08:50:00.000-07:002003-07-14T11:30:47.416-07:00If my weekend was a game of trivial pursuit there would be questions like;
History: Who is the champagne singer for the Lawrence Welk Show?
Entertainment: Sister H., my bishop's wife, was engaged to the son of a special effects producer for which horror movie?
Science: What happens when a guy jumps in a pool naked?
People: Which "celebrity" is dating my neighbor?
Sports: Which member of the Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-1057853297794121472003-07-10T09:08:00.000-07:002003-07-10T09:08:17.756-07:00Because I work at a chocolate factory, I find it necessary to work out at a gym. I have been a member of the same gym since March. I go 4 to 6 times (okay, sometimes once) a week. There is one attendant at the gym who's job is to scan people in. He has peroxide blond hair and black framed glasses. He scans me in almost every single time, which means he has seen me close to 70 times in the lastCarolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-958658712003-06-20T08:46:00.000-07:002003-06-20T08:46:38.366-07:00(We can all thank Britt Pitt for the following post.)
Last week my roommates and I planned a little dinner thing at Joe's Crab Shack at 5:30. As could be expected, none of us were there at 5:30. Brittany and I got there first, though, so we kind of sat around and waited for the rest to show up. Now, for those of you who haven't been inside a Joe's Crab Shack, let me explain something, you Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-958019222003-06-18T12:44:00.000-07:002003-06-19T10:49:52.000-07:00Last night between the hours of 8 and 9 p.m., these things apparently took place while I was present:
Some people talked to me.
My roommate Helen came home.
Someone stopped by looking for Helen and I told them she wasn't home.
Someone called.
Some people came over.
Our neighbors asked us to come over and watch "Just Married."
As these things were happening, I really wasn't aware they were Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-955660292003-06-11T15:05:00.000-07:002003-06-18T12:09:45.000-07:00Written across the front doors of my office are the words, "Do you have something stupid to say or sell? Well come in and tell the girl at the front desk all about it, because she really wants to know all about it." A teenage girl came in, introduced herself to me and said, "I represent students who are for abstinence, because, you know, like, morals are really bad right now." As she said thisCarolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-953737122003-06-06T08:33:00.000-07:002003-06-09T08:23:21.000-07:00When I saw The Fast and the Furious, I was pretty sure there was no one I'd rather be with in a dark alley than Vin Diesel, but after going to the Foo Fighters concert last night I'm positive if I was being mugged, no one could scream for help louder than Dave Grohl. And as for Pete Yorn, well, I don't think he'd be much help without some mace, however, I would definitely kiss him in a dark Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-953345432003-06-05T10:16:00.000-07:002003-06-06T08:18:08.000-07:00Nothing spells blind date gold like tinfoil dinners and gripping dinner conversation like:
"So what does 'Skinhead' sound like, oh wait, what's the name of that group you like, oh right, I meant 'Radiohead?'"
"Now when you're branding a cow...."
"Don't panic if you start smelling buring oil."
"Have you ever been to Jordan, Montana?"
"Hey I like to read too. I read the Book of Mormon every nightCarolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-950946172003-05-30T13:11:00.000-07:002003-05-30T13:11:38.600-07:00Last night I played dinner music for a swanky awards ceremony. They must have really enjoyed my stirring rendition of Barbara Streisand's "The Way We Were," because I was presented with something that I really, really wanted, like probably more than anything else in this world...a box of chocolates, from my company. Super. The local pageant royalty was also in attendance and had the same Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-949625552003-05-27T16:38:00.000-07:002003-05-27T16:38:42.620-07:00"My Eating Habits" by me.
As has been mentioned before, my eating habits are a little sketchy. Our company just got back from a trade show called the All Candy Expo, in which we gathered 123 pounds of candy to bring home and sample....and sample it I have. Today I ate:
1 chocolate draddle
1 Laffy Taffy rope
39 Happy Hearts
1 Blue Raspberry Sour Patch Tongue
1 Neon Punch Candy Rope
2 Sour Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-947940112003-05-23T10:17:00.000-07:002003-05-23T10:17:07.643-07:00Well, Cary Grant came in to our office again today. This time he brought his daughter, who I'm keeping an eye on. She is playing with her Barbies who are apparently doing the same things they were doing when I played Barbies...getting dressed and going to parties. Yeah, so they're at this party and now I think that Pink song is in heavy rotation, and I can faintly hear, "IIIIIIIIIIIII'm gonna Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-947572332003-05-22T15:18:00.000-07:002003-05-22T15:41:00.000-07:00Dear N.
When you said you weren't interested in me like that, I don't think you were aware that I hip hop really, really well. And I would hate for you to make a decision based on what you know about me, which is basically that I "account." I know for a fact that had I been aware that you race cars there would have been WAY more eyelash batting done on my part. But no. All I had to go on wasCarolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-947007292003-05-21T12:51:00.000-07:002003-05-21T12:51:21.416-07:00Say you were driving down 2nd East in Provo, Utah on Monday and you just happened to come across a group of five boys and four girls who were staring intently at the gutters. Well, I really don't think you should be getting ideas about any of these people. There are a lot of people out there who enjoy racing popsicle sticks. And just because one of the girls was standing a few paces behind, Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-943352182003-05-14T09:13:00.000-07:002003-05-15T14:46:07.000-07:00If you're eating chocolate, and there's a hair in that chocolate, which you can't claim as your own, there's a pretty good chance it could be from the head (or hind leg, or armpit) of a badger. This is why. Our company just ordered our very own chocolate polishing brushes made with authentic badger hair, since nothing shines up a piece of chocolate like roadkill. My co-worker Nicky was Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-940215562003-05-08T17:20:00.000-07:002003-05-08T17:35:35.000-07:00Lately our apartment has had some problems, namely Chris and Don. Because Chris and Don are having difficulties discovering where aquaintance ends and stalking begins, I felt I had to take some drastic measures. So here is a play-by-play of Wednesday night's attempt, using army training photos to give you a better idea of the insuing events.
Knock at the door.
Brittany exits living room.
Door Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-938266242003-05-05T15:26:00.000-07:002003-05-08T08:12:17.000-07:00I know that all my faithful readers have been biting their nails in anticipation of a new post. I would just like to explain that my job responsibilities have been expanded to include adding numbers and other complicated math skills. I hope to learn how to accomplish these things at any moment. And I have faith that although none of these things have ever clicked with me in the past, it just Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-934037722003-04-28T08:30:00.000-07:002003-04-28T14:44:25.000-07:00I went to a concert with some of my friends. One of them being my classy and beautiful friend Sarah, who, when she found herself needing to go to the bathroom didn't think, "Ah, yes, I will just walk myself over to the bathroom." Nope Sarah thinks, "Well, this nice bucket I'm sitting on works nicely as my seat, but I bet it would also work nicely as my toilet". And then, during a darker (and Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-931841242003-04-24T09:10:00.000-07:002003-04-24T09:18:35.000-07:00The 10 a.m. appointment showed up. He was 15 minutes early so he sat and talked to me for a little while and the whole time I kept thinking, "Wow, you are really really hot. You look like a really hot Cary Grant"...so much so that while we were talking I folded all the statements, sealed them in all the envelopes, put stamps on all the envelopes then proceeded to open back up all the envelopes.Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-930052072003-04-21T14:35:00.000-07:002003-06-03T12:04:09.000-07:00Sharla is my co-worker who just turned 21 and is going to be a missionary. A favorite Mormon past-time is trying to figure out where potential missionaries will be sent. These guesses are based on little more then pre-conceived notions about the person and the country, but it is still considered a lot of fun in many parts of Utah. As a kind of graphic representation of this, we put up a littleCarolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-926730652003-04-15T14:05:00.000-07:002003-04-15T17:01:44.000-07:00Last night I dreamed I was in a serious relationship with Eminem. Because I have never met Eminem in real life, and really don't consider myself much of an obsessed fan, my sub-conscious constructed an Eminem based on the one thing I am vaguely familiar with, the lyrics to Superman. In my dream, we met and I had the forsight to say:
"I'm not phazed,
I hang around big stars all day,
I don't seeCarolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-926109452003-04-14T15:38:00.000-07:002003-04-14T15:38:55.983-07:00Couldn't we all use a week-end like this? Sadly, most of my friends have real babies.Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-923873882003-04-10T15:14:00.000-07:002003-04-10T15:14:12.936-07:00Hey, looking for something to do in Provo? Well keep looking.Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-922337912003-04-08T10:48:00.000-07:002003-04-08T11:45:02.000-07:00This weekend was filled with riotous living, running amok and overall peace disturbing, with four two-hour breaks to catch our breath and learn about good and evil.
Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-920044922003-04-04T13:09:00.000-08:002003-04-07T11:37:57.000-07:00Ha Ha Ha. I especially liked Dr. Elvis and Eduardo de Mello.
and...
I'm working on making my site cooler, so in the meantime, no one look at my ghetto other sites, 'cause they're ghetto. However you can look at this, which makes me laugh on a monthly basis.
P.S. If I catch any one of you looking at my stuff before it's ready, well then you had just better be afraid.Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-919397632003-04-03T14:01:00.000-08:002003-06-09T08:15:28.000-07:00Please, please let me keep this job forever.
Me: Hello, _____ Chocolates.
Caller: (pause)
Me: Hell-O! ____ Chocolates.
Caller: Eez dis dee electrolleesis?
Me: Nope. We make chocolates.
Hairy Caller: Oh, you no have neeedles?
Me: Nope, just chocolate. Sorry
Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-914368192003-03-26T13:56:00.000-08:002003-03-26T13:56:38.420-08:00This article from "The Atlantic" is interesting.
"Are introverts arrogant?...I suppose this common misconception has to do with our being more intelligent, more reflective, more independent, more level-headed, more refined, and more sensitive than extroverts."
Ha Ha. This sentence seemed a little bit contradictory to me. However, I have been known to enjoy the occasional conversation with Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-913020112003-03-24T13:28:00.000-08:002003-03-24T16:42:46.000-08:00Well, I'm glad I know a little about a lot.
I went on another blind date this weekend. I was set up by 18-year-old Littia, who now knows TWO people over the age of 24. Conversation between these two people revolved around these five topics:
1. "Jackass:The Movie"
2. The chemical properties of caffeine.
3. The Aston Martin Vanquish
4. Why carbon is such a common element.
5. Seattle, a nice Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-910807942003-03-20T13:10:00.000-08:002003-03-20T16:18:09.000-08:00The Anti-Indie
There are just some things that are not to be worn to a hipster gathering. For example...what I was wearing to a hipster gathering last night, which included:
1. Pair of black Athletic Starter warm-up pants, with white stripes, purchased at Wal-Mart.
2. Bright green oversized Mossimo hoodie with the number 71 on it, purchased at Target.
3. Pair of white athletic Puma Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-909458732003-03-18T13:08:00.000-08:002003-03-20T08:26:39.000-08:00This weekend I saw the movie "Solyaris" at the local university which, naturally, inspired me to write the "Top Five Signs You Might Be Attending an Art House Movie, But Probably Not an Art House University."
1. When the movie ends abruptly (we're talking mid-sentence here), half the audience gets up to leave assuming it's just one of those "quirky art house movie endings."
2. When we say "Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-903291752003-03-07T16:04:00.000-08:002003-03-13T08:28:24.000-08:00I think I could be a poor eater. I guess this was bound to happen since I work in a chocolate factory and I don't know how to cook. But I didn't realize how bad it had gotten until today when I was rummaging through some trays of different products to find something to eat and my thought process went something like this, "Choose the chocolate covered caramel pecan pretzel rod. Pretzels are Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-899283902003-02-28T15:51:00.000-08:002003-03-04T16:24:54.000-08:00I came to the realization last year that I just might not be cut out for a life of luxury and excess, when a date picked me up and asked if I liked his car. I thought it was a pretty nice Oldsmobile and I told him so. Yeah, pretty nice because it was a MERCEDES!!Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-899106372003-02-28T09:24:00.000-08:002003-03-04T16:24:34.000-08:00Why I think it's possible that I might never have an eating disorder.
I live in a highly competitive college town. Heaven forbid us girls compete for something like grades. Oh no, we compete for something far more elusive: Guys who will marry us. Often the competition is friendly, with only a polite 8-round boxing match or stately duel to determine who is allowed to pursue. But every so Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-897258922003-02-25T10:59:00.000-08:002003-02-28T16:09:20.000-08:00It's days like today when we separate the men from the boys or in other words, the real Utahns from those only pretending to be Utahns, (like people who are really from places like Nevada or California or Moab.) People who all winter long have been saying how much they just luuuuv winter. How beautiful and peaceful it is when the temperature dips down to a rigid 34 degrees?! How much fun it is Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-896758412003-02-24T16:12:00.000-08:002003-02-25T08:28:02.000-08:00As opposed to a "How do you rate as a girlfriend quiz," I prefer a "How well do you have Carolyn's week-end memorized quiz."
Carolyn learned two things this weekend. One thing she did not learn was:
a)How to stay upright while snowboarding.
b)Astronauts can swallow using one of Newton's laws.
c)The definition of the word "Golem."
On a typical winter week-end, Carolyn shows off the back of her Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-892477422003-02-17T09:10:00.000-08:002003-02-20T18:58:43.000-08:00The post weekend wrap-up.
Friday, or The Best Valentine's Day of My Life EVER: Learn how to snowboard, also known as falling. Like falling so much, I want to go again this Friday. Go out to eat and drink six drinks during the course of the meal. (P.S. You know you live in a resort town when you can walk into a restaurant in your long johns and no one bats an eye, either that or you live in the Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-890628942003-02-13T16:57:00.000-08:002003-02-13T16:57:32.556-08:00I have been late to work every day this week. Why is this, you ask? Well, I will tell you. It is because I don't go to bed early enough. The logical thing then would be to go to bed earlier, right? So, can someone please tell me why I was awake at 1:00 a.m. last night watching Puck and Betty get married on "Real World/Road Rules:Battle of the Sexes?" (It is probably connected with the same Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-889568642003-02-11T21:25:00.000-08:002003-02-12T10:05:45.000-08:00I'd like to know just WHO is getting paid to discover?
I couldn't even get bad credit if I wanted to. And I wanted to. I applied for my very first credit card last week. And I was denied. What kind of people get denied? My kind of people get denied. This is disheartening and I am taking it very personally. My denial letter said, and I quote, "Thank you for thinking you could possibly be Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-886547312003-02-06T08:43:00.000-08:002003-02-06T15:03:08.000-08:00I saw this last night with my sister and she had this to say about the whole thing. The movie made me very, very glad I have never cut down a peach tree because apparently in Japan, they believe the spirit of the tree will come back to haunt you by doing a little song and dance number in your backyard. And what could possibly be scarier than a bunch of peach blossom ghosts in kimonos?
Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-886311292003-02-05T20:52:00.000-08:002003-02-05T20:57:12.000-08:00Uhhh, so my alma mater is pulling out all the stops for Black History Month. Nothing screams "we, like, SO know who Malcom X is" like a soul train 70's dance, free style competition and "The Wiz." But I guess it's not all the school's fault. Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-884795642003-02-03T09:05:00.000-08:002003-02-03T12:01:13.000-08:00This weekend I saw two movies: "Signs" and "The Hours". I feel a comparison is in order.
First, the summaries:
"Signs" is a movie where Mel Gibson, a preacher who also grows corn, finds crop circles one morning and has to save his family from an alien invasion.
"The Hours" is a movie that explores how three women are connected to the novel "Mrs. Dalloway." And they all three kiss another Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-883415562003-01-31T11:42:00.000-08:002003-01-31T13:48:06.000-08:00This week's highlights-You'd better be standing up if you're sitting down. It might make things a little more exciting.
Monday - Family Home Evening. Oh boy.
Tuesday - Got my hair cut here so now I look like this.
Wednesday - Blind Date: Round 2. Went here. Narrowly avoided doing this.
Thursday - See below. But also got this and this.
Friday - Well, Champion Car Care.
Saturday - TBA
Now Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-883409152003-01-31T11:29:00.000-08:002003-01-31T13:46:35.000-08:00I have a raging head cold, so recognize that everything here was written under a dense haze of mucas.
Last night I got my very first flat tire. I sat in my car absolutely stunned because I had no idea how you go about changing a tire. I wasn't really worried. I had no feelings at all. I just kind of sat there. About 2 seconds later some nice guy named Deven pulled over and changed my tireCarolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-881264532003-01-27T16:44:00.000-08:002003-01-27T16:49:00.000-08:00Single? Unhappy?
Here are some options to think about.
My new friend Chris attracts the ladies, in particular my friend Tracy, with a special brand of love, involving fighter fish. If you too would enjoy having women all over you, first, ask them out. Then buy two beta fighter fish. Put them in the same bowl, or "arena," if you will, and watch them fight. This takes several hours. Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-881151192003-01-27T12:54:00.000-08:002003-01-27T16:46:27.000-08:00Just so everyone is aware...my text is bolded and I don't know why. (Just an update...As soon as I learn how to cross things out, I will take care of the previous statement, but the rest still stands.) And my comments don't work all that great and I don't know why. And you know what else, I guess I'm supposed to be doing something with taxes. What this something is, I don't know. See, for my Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-879644812003-01-24T09:17:00.000-08:002003-01-27T13:33:55.000-08:00The people I love and the television shows they love in return.
My Dad-"Walker: Texas Ranger" Sometimes, for extra kicks, my dad will sing the theme song while mowing the lawn or washing the dishes. And on a personal side note, his favorite movie is "Remo Williams," where the main character developes the ancient Chinese ability to dodge bullets...all without the use of stunt doubles or special Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-878483112003-01-22T09:04:00.000-08:002003-01-27T09:02:50.000-08:00Uhhhh, how can I have writer's block at this stage in the game? Well, I'll tell you how. A few months ago, one of our advertising execs had what you might call a dream, or a vision. He pictured a catalogue unlike any other. One that wasn't bound, or glued, or stapled or held together in any way. He envisioned a deck of cards. Although a beautiful idea in its conception, guess who the Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-877438472003-01-20T12:34:00.000-08:002003-01-20T12:34:48.150-08:00Oh yeah, and I saw this on Friday. Yay! It was really, really good and I sat alone in the theatre for awhile afterwards just to take it all in. And....for those of you keeping score at home, the only Chinese I managed to learn was "shrrrrr" which I think could mean "yes." Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-877409932003-01-20T11:26:00.000-08:002003-01-20T11:30:27.000-08:00Answer me this: Why do people need to buy chocolates on Martin Luther King Jr. Day (or as we say in Utah, Human Rights Day)? It's not like it's Valentine's Day, or Mother's Day, or Christmas. How do chocolates help you celebrate the struggle for equality in the human race? I would like to invite all two of my readers not to buy chocolates today. Hopefully this will catch on so by next year I Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-876146682003-01-17T15:52:00.000-08:002003-06-09T08:22:15.000-07:00I am stuck in a Taco Bell rut. I don't think I fully realized the implications of this until I went there today and tried to order something different. I wanted a Beef Grilled Stuff Burrito but when the girl said "Welcome to Taco Bell, would you like to try our new 7-Layer-Nachos?" all I said out of force of habit, "No, I would like a 7-Layer Burrito and a Bean Burrito." Like how at home when Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092202.post-875473032003-01-16T11:22:00.000-08:002003-01-16T11:32:34.000-08:00The place where I work is so cold, the copier is my sole heat source. I sit huddled at my desk, trying to find something...anything....that needs to be copied. Memos, receipts, blank pieces of paper, pricelists. Especially pricelists. We use MULTIPLE pricelists. Then, like a modern-day little match girl, I raise my hands to the neon green glow and dream about working at a fireplace Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17163185910028010800noreply@blogger.com0