What the H-Word?!?

While browsing NYtimes.com, yours truly has run across some very notable sound bites from Mr. Prez.

“Mr. Bush said he did not know how close American forces were to capturing Mr. Hussein, whose two sons were killed in a gun battle with troops last week.
“Closer than we were yesterday, I guess,” Mr. Bush said. “All I know is we’re on the hunt.” “(exerpt from NYtimes.com, 30 July 03)

Sure sounds like he knows what’s going on…boy, someone really bothers to keep him informed. Geez.

And another…..

When asked by a reporter about whom to give responsibility (Dr. Rice, National Security Advisor, noted below) for a comment about uranium taken from Africa, Bush responds with…”"Dr. Condoleezza Rice is an honest, fabulous person,” he said, with her standing not far away. “And America is lucky to have her service. Period.”"

What the hell does that have to do with anything? Her being a fablous person doesn’t contribute one way or another to the presence or absence of Uranium taken from Africa. HUH?!?

Yay for Chad in CA! part II

So it seems that blogger hated my last entry and refused to post it, and told me about all these nifty looking errors that I just couldn’t understand.

Basically it said that I talked to Gay Friend Chad in CA (not to be confused with Gay Friend Chad in TN…no kidding) yesterday before leaving for the gym, and he had no advice re: stupid boys (mostly T and the no calling nonsense). Chad said he was sure something foul was afoot, however, he wasn’t sure what it was.

Heather thinks T is gay. Nikki laughed about that, but Heather is convinced.

Chad says to let T go asap. I’ll take his advice.

Things Becca Wants to Do This Weekend

Go to the library to return books (none overdue! amazing!) and check out books on this codewriting nonsense
Paint my bedroom? (the jury’s still out on that one)
Hang out with Ginger
Clean the house
Wash the kitchen floor (nasty nasty)

I’m sure the list will continue…suprising no dates, huh? This is a first. Kinda looking forward to it.

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Last night was a fun time with Nikki…she came over after work and we headed up 202 for an OldNavy adventure that turned out to be a major flop. The Old Navy up 202 is always really messy, so it’s hard to find anything there. Nikki was on a black capri pant mission, and we failed miserably. We also stopped at Circut City, so I could get extra phones for the house. Having one cordless phone can be a very large pain in the ass, carting it all over creation so I don’t hurt myself diving for the phone if I’m not around it. So, now there’s one for each floor. Yippee!

Nikki brought me a smores last night, that she made at work with her kids (she’s a pre-k teacher, so that’s why she was able to make smores). I had them for breakfast this morning and they were quite yum.

At BK last night, some dude asked if we were sisters. We look nothing alike. Nothing. That was the funniest thing.

Have a visit scheduled in Wynnewood PA tomorrow. Alone. Dun Dun Dun. I’m not worried, but traffic is going to be a big pain. Very large.

M is coming tonight to mow the lawn (yay for having someone else to do it!) and have dinner and veg and watch movies.

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So my mama tells me that what I’m doing is called extreme dating…she’d read an article in the NY times that was about Jewish communities in the City holding dating “expo’s” where you’d sign up for a lunch time “meet and greet” that would take about ten minutes per table. So you’d do musical tables, I guess. I’m not quite that bad, although my coworkers here yell at me for having more than my alotted ratio of single guys in the Newark/Elkton area. If you knew my past experiences, you’d just be happy that the ones I’m finding now are single…HELLO Jason! Right.

Watched MIB (the first one…the good one, I guess I should say) with the girlfriends and M last night. His time is about over, I think. Our thing has lost it’s glow.

And now, back to work.

The First Post

So this is the first one, huh? I’ll try to make it showstoppingly entertaining. Couple girlfriends of mine started blogging a bit ago, and I guess I finally saw the light.

So more about me…22 (soon to be 23) working at a clinical research place in DE. Just moved into my new house and discovered the joys of homeownership when my plumbing decided to revolt. So my house is amazing (besides the funky plumbing issues) and it seems to have come with a cat. Came back from Vegas a few weeks go (work treats me well, I must say), walk into the house at two am from the airport…and I feel something against my leg. Look down, and there’s a cat there. She just waltzed right in, nice as could be. Next day I inquired of my neighbors if anyone around us had lost a cat, and apparently she (to be named later) had been wandering for a few days. One of my neighbors said that she belonged to a house a few doors down, and I went knocking but they neglected to answer their door. So apparently I hijacked a cat. I named her Baby, thinking she belonged to someone else, and I didn’t want to confuse her and a month later, it seems to have stuck.

On to the extreme dating part of this blog: I just got out of a rather long termish “thing” (three years) and have decided that one on one dating isn’t for me right now. I choose the more avant guarde “three or four guys at a time” approach. Works well. Not as much bullsh*t to put up with this way. So far I’ve amassed…

So our cast of characters:
T: he’s your heroines first customer. 27-ish, very funny, cute as all hell, but very…flakey. Went on two dates, had a blast….I heard the standard line “I really want to see you again…I’ll call you tomorrow to set it up”…and nothing. Skip to a month later…TO THE DAY. Yours truly gets an email from T saying he’d dropped off the face of the earth and would like to get reacquainted. Who does that? This one does. So, I go out with him last night (my first mistake, I’m sure) and it’s just like where we left off in the first place. Scary. He feels like a puzzle piece. Scary.

M: boy # 2. Sweet. Cute, but not that in shape (yes, I am vain. Sue me) Clingy. Started the “who else are you seeing…what are they like” conversation. Freaky. But, he’s handy (mows the lawn, replaces electrical stuff, redid a shower head..etc) and can cook.

L: boy # 3. A keeper. Friend of the family’s, 34, cute as all hell like T above, but not flakey. Funny, conversations are amazing…and he’s been and done everything under the sun.

There are a few more random would-be suitors, but we’ll get to them later. Works over. Time for foodshopping and a date with boy #2 and my best friend. Leftovers and movies. Fun times.