A little background- as a kid I was pretty obsessed with ancient Egypt. I wanted to be an Egyptologist. I wanted to be mummified when I died. I did my science fair project on mummies. I had a heiroglyphic rubber stamp set that let me "write" in heiroglyphs. In art class I made a king tut mask out of clay. And I've always wanted to go to Egypt to see the pyramids. And the sphinx!

And one of the guys at work is Egyptian, and today we were chatting and he said he knows some heiroglyphics, and he started drawing on the board... did this whole big fancy thing... he said 'when you see it in a cartouche like this, that means it's the name of a king or a queen'. I said 'cool, is that your name?' and he said 'no- it's yours!' (I said "oh- is the lion an L?" he looked at me like a dummy and said it's not quite that simple. bahaha.)

:D



Is it just me, or does anyone else ever sort of forget that Egypt is in Africa? I mean, of course it is... but Baher (the guy at work) was just joking about even though technically he is, he can't really call himself African-American.

Ok, so I just made these for a cookout this weekend:



Oreo Truffles:

1pkg reduced fat oreos
1pkg reduced fat cream cheese
2 colors of chocolate [I used a bag of white chocolate chips and a bag of milk chocolate chips]

Blend oreos in the food processor (or blender) until they are powder
Mix in cream cheese

Roll into balls

Chill

Dip in melted chocolate
Drizzle with other color melted chocolate if you want to be fancy.

They're 'reduced fat', and I suppose gluten-free-
I think that means they're good for me. Health food, really.

• doh. oreos are not gluten-free. I knew that. Thanks James. Sorry Matthew!

Wow, I haven't posted in a while have I.

Well, peeps, it's done.
Over.

I'm not happy about it, but it was necessary.
We were both miserable, and it was just bringing out the worst in both of us, which culminated in a nasty fight last night.
So it's done.

And oddly enough, I haven't cried.
And I think I might be at peace with it.

Then again... it's only been a day...
But I hope it sticks.

I'm hoping that someday we can at least be friendly, but at least I can finally realize that this had become toxic, and that it was making me a person that I don't want to be, and we need to not talk to each other for a WHILE. He may be great in some ways- but he's not great for me. At least not right now.

So...

Now it's time to re-claim my life, before the summer's over!

woohoo!!

Ok, so hodown's hello kitty story reminded me of some randomness.

Yesterday I was on the yahoo homepage, and in addition to the thai police/hello kitty story, they also had this one:

"Boy feels 'ripped off' by cougar attack"

basically this kid was attacked by a cougar, and is just pissed that it disrupted his vacation.

And another...
So there are some sick wealthy areas in my hometown.
Including this one 'estate', called Gray Craig. Growing up we knew some people that lived in the carriage house or something, but I've never been further than that and have never even seen the main house or anything. It's really fancy- 12 bedrooms and 24,000 sq ft or something like that.


In any case. Apparently Nicholas Cage just bought the place- for something like $16 million. My dad says it's been in the newspaper like every day.

Well this weekend my parents went to a party at some friends' house, which happens to be across the street, and a car carrier pulled up to unload SIX of his cars. Lamborghinis, Ferraris etc. Apparently he owns 14 houses or something, but I guess they think that since he's actually keeping some cars at this one, that he might actually be planning on spending some time there.

Not that I especially love Nicholas Cage, but I think he'd be the most famous person we've had live in town.

Sigh...
I'm in yet another of those horrible "woe is me nobody loves me" moods and I hate it.

But I've also been told that it's "very unattractive" to whine about it...

So I'll spare you the details-

I'll just say that I jumped through many hoops, turned down invitations, and pissed off friends and family to get this weekend off to help my 'friend' with his charity event out of town. Not to mention it was his birthday and I was hoping to spend it with him.

And then he left without me, and wouldn't answer his phone for the rest of the day.

So I had this long-anticipated entire weekend off...

alone...

in Buffalo...

The glorious grand finale was when my friends had to escort me out of mother's at 1am in a full-blown crying jag. Blotch-faced, snot-nosed, blubbering tears. In the middle of Mother's.

LOVELY.

And the thing is, i'm not even sure what triggered it. Well I have a clue.

I fucking hate boys.
But I love them.
Or at least one of them.
And he couldn't care less.
And it hurts.
:(

So I just found this menu laying around for an all-vegetarian indian place-
Palace of Dosas, on 656 Millersport (between sheridan and eggert)

www.palaceofdosas.com

Menu sounds good... Figured I'd pass it on.

Ok guys, any opinions?

Photobucket vs flickr vs picasa

Flickr has a nice little iphoto plugin to upload easily.
I think picasa might too, but I haven't tried it yet
And I like how in photobucket it gives all the links for embedding pix in blogs, forums, websites etc- you just click and it automatically copies it.
I don't know if the others do that.

Does anyone use these?

Pros/cons?

Thanks

My 'maters are growing!

whew... what a night.

Since I am giving my pseudo-non-BF "space" [even though today would be our 3 month anniversary and I was hoping to go out with him last night since I have to work tomorrow so tonight isn't a good choice, but he had plans to go play board games with strangers which apparently is more important than me - whatev- so he's getting time to 'cool off'] I went out with some friends last night.

Apparently douchebag is everyone's favorite new word. I got some messages that they were at Mother's and to come meet them. And then I got a warning that it "looks like a douchebag kind of night". So, I met them at mothers. It was a bunch of lawyers talking law stuff which was entertaining and interesting for about 15 min and then I started to zone out. Then we went across the street to Scarlet. Which wasn't so great. But one of the lawyers from Mother's was suddenly chatting me up a little.... friend's BF later said "he was way into you... asking me all sorts of questions about you..." Which was flattering for a minute. Except that he had a wedding ring on, that he was very non-subtly trying to hide all night. I asked "well, isn't he married?" and everyone hemmed and hawed and finally admitted he is.

Ok that's great, I'm flattered he likes me, but I am SO not interested in a married man!!!!!! Skeevy!!
[instead i'm interested in guys who will jerk me around and not act interested at all, and be furious when I tell them that I'm jealous of my friends that have BFs that are actually willing to put in ANY effort to see them. woohoo! that's MUCH better!]

So then my friend and her BF wanted to go to the casino. I didn't really want to go. I'm not into gambling and it's kind of far away, and what if they wanted to stay late but I wanted to come home... But they twisted my arm.

This girl is a friend of mine... met through a friend... and she's dating this guy now.... he seems like a good guy. He's crazy about her, and super generous. he makes a lot of money, and throws it around like crazy. Now I am not used to being around people who spend money like crazy like that, and I'm always a little uncomfortable having a guy spend a lot on me- ESPECIALLY if he's not my bf. But, apparently that's how he rolls, so I'm just supposed to sit back and enjoy the ride.

So they convinced me to to go the casino. My friend made BF give us EACH $200 "douchebag insurance"- in case we wanted to go home but he wanted to keep gambling.

But so we get on our way... we went to Seneca Niagara. I've never been there. But I guess BF is quite the frequent flyer. In the car he showed me a postcard that he said makes him "king of the douchebags". Basically the casino is giving him a free room for every night in the month of august. Wow.

In the car on the way he called ahead to reserve a room (it was already like midnight) in case we wanted to just stay. They told him the rate was $275. He said "how about the comp rate?" and gave them his name, and they said they'd take care of it.

So we got there, and went to check in. The guy at the counter said 'do you need two queens? b/c we'd like to upgrade you to a Center Suite, sir'

So we got a center suite. it was freaking, well, SWEET. Huge. 2 bathrooms. A bar. A living room. A separate bedroom with a gigantic bed, and a giant jacuzzi tub like 2 feet from the bed in the middle of the bedroom. And the main bathroom was all crazy and marble with this awesome shower and stuff... Nicest hotel room I've ever been in. I took some pix but they suck b/c the light was too dim. Ok, but I'll post them anyway.

But so then we went down to the floor. They were playing blackjack. I just watched. I mean I guess I know how to play, but not fast like they do, and I felt nervous about it. Like I'd be the jerk who hits when I shouldn't and pisses everyone off b/c I messed up who got what card after me, etc. But Carl Palladino (sp?), who it turns out is a friend of the BF, was at our table, playing with lots of money. "we" (and by "we" i mean friend's BF) started with $500 and played anywhere from $25 - 200 per hand. My friend decided that the BF should win us massages for the next day. So we watched him, and drank, and went and got dessert, and watched him some more, and Carl flirted with us... Finally BF was up $2000. He gave us money to put aside for the spa in the morning. He had his initial $500 in his pocket. Things seemed great. We stayed while he finished that rack? (i don't know what it's called) of cards. And he lost what he'd won- except for what he'd given us. But he was even. We thought it seemed like a good time to go. But he didn't want to. So my friend and I went to our crazy suite and put on fancy robes and went to bed in the giant king size bed.

Well I woke up in the "morning" (it was like 11am but still pitch black b/c of the awesome curtains), and I was alone in the giant king size bed. My friend and BF were on the foldout bed in the other room. I felt like a jackass that I was the third wheel but they had to sleep on the sofabed. But they didn't seem to care. BF was not in such a great mood though... But he HAD been up $7k at one point. But in the end... I'll just say he should have stopped when we told him to. :(

So we skipped the massages. But ate some comp breakfast, and then came home.

It's just crazy. I've never seen money come and go so fast like that. and the crazy room upgrades and stuff... I guess I can see how people can become gambling addicts.

Oh- And my new landlords are going to let me have a dog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At this point I just want to do a temporary foster thing to help a dog in need until he can find his 'forever home'- but I'm so excited!!!!!!!!

Ok, pix of the room- and this is just the bedroom/bathroom part- I didn't even get any of the bar/living room part!


The tub, right next to the bed. And right next to the window on the other side. But NOT in the bathroom. Weird.


Monster king? size bed


One of the two giant plasma TVs in the room


part of the bathroom


more bathroom


shower

I just got an email with a bunch of old ads. how scary!
And, I included a picture of the WORST SHOES EVER.
I don't care how comfortable they are- they should not be allowed in public. Crocs are bad enough (but I love 'em).



Ok, there are supposed to be a bunch more pix (the scary old ads), but for some reason they won't upload. And then I had to go before I got to figure it out, so my post is sort of incomplete.

To answer questions- I don't know when those shoes first came out, but I saw a guy at work yesterday wearing them, and they were just horrible, so I had to come home and look them up.

Anyway... I have some funny pix, if I can ever get them to work...