I wish Clint Eastwood was my dad

I watched Million Dollar Baby this weekend for the first time. I knew how it ended but that didn't keep me from crying for the entire last half hour. I haven't ever really seen a movie with Clint Eastwood but I was touched. He was awesome. I mean who doesn't want some crotchety old man watching over you? I really liked the movie and I am surprised about that. I was really thinking it was going to be more Rocky than Titanic. So if you haven't, go rent it and get your box of tissues ready.

My favorite is the last one on the right on the top row. It's shiny and tastes pretty good. The ones on the bottom taste like jolly ranchers! 

What is it about stuff?

I like stuff. Oh yes, I buy and cherish stuff. It soothes me when I feel like I've lost control over the world. I shop. Not all the time. Just every now and again. I like to pick things out and own them.
But then there are those times I get obsessive. I collect things. No rhyme or reason to it. I pick something and then I fly off the handle and buy it in bulk so I can have a "complete" collection. Case in point, my 30+ chapsticks. At first I just needed something to sooth my chapped lips but then I walked down the aisle in the drug store with like 4 feet of nothing but lip balms and chapsticks. Now I have to go to it every time I go to the drug store. I don't even wear that much chapstick. I carry atleast 4 in my purse at any given time. I have around 5 in my backpack, a couple in my car and so on. That picture above is a drop in the bucket. I couldn't find all of them so I gathered all the nearest chapsticks. You know I spent $25.00 on lip gloss that poisons your lips so that they puff up and make them fuller. I couldn't even find it for the picture. I have no idea where it is at this time. I haven't lost it (the lip gloss I mean) I just dont know where exactly in the house it is. It's probably in one of my many corduroy purses. Yeah I got like 5 of those, 3 of them in some tan/brown combination. I don't know what possesses me to hord these sorts of things and how I choose what I hord but it makes me feel better when I can say (should anyone ever ask) "hey, you got any chapstick?" and I can say "why yes I do, what flavor would you like, cause I have atleast 25 to choose from."

Today is the best day of the year

So another week of rush has come and gone. We did great. I am exhausted. Yesterday I drove home, got some Chipotle (from the new one by my house, thank you very much), had a beer and fell asleep. Today is the longest possible time before more rush. Yeah, there's summer school but that's just one day and I could do that in my sleep. On a sad note, this was my last rush with Amy as my co-pilot. That is super sucky bad but... My heart will go on.
We got thru the week with minimal jerkassedness. One guy who was waiting in line the other night, right as we were closing up, thought he'd mouth off to me as he left "you guys should really think about staying open later on the first week of classes" as he rushes out the door with his purchases. What? Did you get to come in and buy your books? Then why the hell do you have to be an ass? Yea, he watched me turn away more than a couple of students who gave me the puppy dog eyes because they had homework and still hadn't bought there books. All I gotta say is don't wait until 5 minutes after we lock our doors on the 3rd day of classes to come get your books. I've been here since 7 a.m. so I have no pity for you.
Then on the Wednesday we got audited by the weights and measures department. Yea, we failed both "tests." Passing was 98% and we scored a 96% and a 94%. They were two cows with sticks up there asses. They treated us as if we were purposely trying to cheat the students when something didn't ring up correctly. They walked in a pulled out their badges vigorously, as if they were the police or something. The head bitch would look at us and say "this is a direct violation!!" and then lasers would shoot out of her eyes. The store was a mess as we had atleast 500 people in there in a matter of 3 hours and they mark me off for missing price tags. If they had come on a regular day we probably would have passed but the store was crowded and disorganized and frankly a missing price tag on a 69 cent folder is the least of my concerns on the first week of classes when I am running around like a headless chicken. So the schrews will be back in a few days and we won't fail this time.

Guess the waiter doesn't take pictures very often with all the glare we got but never the less here we were. Looks like I ate several 6 course meals before! 

smores, carrot cake, glazed pear, Guiness ice cream and a chocolat round thing that was pretty good. 

We're eatin good tonight

Last night Chad, Manzy, Amy and I went and had dinner at Four Seasons Resort. It's the restaurant Chad works in. He had planned some special surprises and we all got to choose our main course. Naturally we all chose filet mignon, except for Chad. He had the mother of all ribeye's. I took a picture of the dessert and wanted to take a picture of all of it but didn't want to look like the poor, over-eager dufus! It was 6 courses but I probably shouldn't count the peppered sorbet a course, it was more of a pallet cleanser. We all had fancy wine (some of us more than others) and were fascinated by the crumber the waiter had to clean our table. We all ate ourselves silly and then the bill came. Thank goodness Chad has an employee discount because damn!! Even the bread and mineral water was delicious. We all got fancy and pretended to be hoity toity like everyone else. But then this guy came with his date, who looked like a stripper so then we all relaxed cause we knew no one was watching us anymore. I mean who wears jeans and a sequined tank top to the Four Seasons? Amy said "I feel like Jack in Titanic when he goes to dinner!" We all laughed cause it was so true.

It's finally here

I ordered a king size bed back in November. Chad gets kick ass deals on thru the Four Seasons. We're going to get it today and by tonight I will be sleeping on my 1000 thread count sheets that Chad got me for Xmas. My current mattress is over 10 years old and it sags and hurts my vital organs (I sleep on my side). Yea... new bed.

Bet you didn't know I was named after a Saint

Yes in my "religion" (that to which I was baptised in to but have since renounced) I am named for a saint. Now many of you don't know my birth name and that's how it's going to stay. For those of you who do know it, please don't get cute and post it on a comment or I will hunt you down.


Anyway, Joana is a close enough version of my birth name. We legally changed our names (my mom and I) when we became legal citizens. We chose names that were close to our birth names. Joana is derived (loosley in English) from John. Now you know why I don't spell my name the regular way with 2 N's. In the greek orthodox religion, today is Saint John's name celebration day. So all names derived from John are celebrated today. Saint John was a big one since he baptised Jesus (as is my understanding from what the old lady told me this morning.) I think most of the latin language countries have this sort of tradition where it's a "holiday" to celebrate the saint. All I know is I used to get presents on this day when I was kid, but haven't in a long time. So you got a piece of my native heritage today. That's pretty much all I got.

my space

i have been sucked in to myspace.com. It's interested and way more customizable than this. give it a looksey if you are bored.
http://myspace.com/romaniancracker

New years resolution

I usually don't make resolutions cause I am in fact in love with myself and don't want to change but I thought I should this year just to show that I am capable of bettering myself. So my resolution for 2006 is to not lose any weight at all. That's right I am just going to eat and eat and eat some more. I know I can keep that resolution!!

New year, same jerks

Went to the movies today. Saw Chronicles of Narnia, I thought it was excellant. Then while walking out, this girl in front of me is carrying her popcorn bag and her mom is in front of her and she turns around and says "why are you still holding on to that? get rid of it" so the girl just drops it on the stairs and ofcourse it spill all over. I was so appauled. They have garbage cans outside the auditorium people!! just cause some teenager is getting paid $5.00 an hour to come and clean this up doesn't mean you should dump it on the floor. The whole theatre looked like it had been though a tornado. Why do people just trash stuff that's not their own. They wouldn't drop a bag of buttery popcorn on their carpet at home so what the hell makes it OK to do it in public. Then in a couple of years that same mother will probably say "oh I used to like going to that theatre but now it's so dirty, it's really gone down hill." Thanks a lot jerkass!