doesn't know how to spell.
I was watching the news this morning in my sleepy stupor, and their commercial came on. Their cheesy jingle started to play, and the girl sang in the stupid jingle tune, "1-800-M-A-T-T-R-E-S." Um, hello. Why would I buy a mattress from a place that is not compliant with the english language. It it spelt correctly on the screen, but not in the jingle, and it bothered me so much that here I am writing about it. I'd rather buy my mattress from Sleepy's because in their commercials they jump on beds, and I enjoy a company that condones jumping on beds.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Random thoughts
Well... when am I not random?
I woke up early this morning which is shocking for a girl who typically attacks the snooze button atleast 18 times a morning.
I became immediately conscience, well Charis conscience anyhow. I got my coffee, sat in bed at 6 a.m. popped in a movie, glanced at my curtains and thought to myself, those would make a nice outfit...
Who the hell do I think I am Julie Fuckin Andrews? Then I had that stupid song from The Sound of music in my head ..."these are a few of my favorite things," ... Oh boy. This day is bound to be a long one.
That is all.
I woke up early this morning which is shocking for a girl who typically attacks the snooze button atleast 18 times a morning.
I became immediately conscience, well Charis conscience anyhow. I got my coffee, sat in bed at 6 a.m. popped in a movie, glanced at my curtains and thought to myself, those would make a nice outfit...
Who the hell do I think I am Julie Fuckin Andrews? Then I had that stupid song from The Sound of music in my head ..."these are a few of my favorite things," ... Oh boy. This day is bound to be a long one.
That is all.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Woozifrost
Summer never came that year for the people of Woozifrost. No closets were changed over from turtlenecks to tank tops, no 4th of July fireworks were ooed and awed at, no vacations were planned, no sun beat down upon their heads. It poured from June until September. The rain was cold, and the people were physically and mentally damp. Wet, tired and dejected they lost hope of ever seeing the sun that particular summer, or maybe, ever again.
Toward the end of September, Martin Shubert, a city bus driver claimed he saw the sun, but he was mistaken. He had just been looking at the sky for too long and started seeing blobs of yellow. He was later admitted to the Woozifrost center of psychiatry for better evaluation.
Sarah Sparks, the city librarian had a premonition that the flooding indicated the genesis to the end of the world. Sarah used the word genesis, which normally connoted new, to describe the end of something, because history had shown her that the end of something always seemed to result in the beginning of something else.
To be continued…
Toward the end of September, Martin Shubert, a city bus driver claimed he saw the sun, but he was mistaken. He had just been looking at the sky for too long and started seeing blobs of yellow. He was later admitted to the Woozifrost center of psychiatry for better evaluation.
Sarah Sparks, the city librarian had a premonition that the flooding indicated the genesis to the end of the world. Sarah used the word genesis, which normally connoted new, to describe the end of something, because history had shown her that the end of something always seemed to result in the beginning of something else.
To be continued…
Friday, August 28, 2009
Sometimes
things are good.
Sometimes the rocky mountains of problems cave in to dunes and the beach decorates the bad. The great things in life you take for granted glow and you appreciate what you have. You sweep up your cluttered mind for a little clarity and get out of your own way. You come to the realization that the little things are just that -little things. You understand that you are so miniscule in the big picture, and that things are going to happen (or not happen). Be kind, eat breakfast and just breathe.
Sometimes the rocky mountains of problems cave in to dunes and the beach decorates the bad. The great things in life you take for granted glow and you appreciate what you have. You sweep up your cluttered mind for a little clarity and get out of your own way. You come to the realization that the little things are just that -little things. You understand that you are so miniscule in the big picture, and that things are going to happen (or not happen). Be kind, eat breakfast and just breathe.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Bank of America
sucks.
If you currently bank there.."Take the money and run," in the words of Steve Miller Band. They'll suck you dry and then ask for your first born, and a your last piece of gum.
Do I sound disgruntled? Good. Cause I am.
Boys and girls, let me tell you a tale of a young girl, let's say of 24 years of age living in Worcester named...Maris.
Maris had a couple of occassions to attend one weekend. A graduation party and a birthday. She made sure she had the necessary funds in her bank account to cover any "extravagant behavior." She had fun. A lot of fun. She lived within her means. Or so she thought...
After her fun weekend, Maris checked her bank account. To her surprise she had negative $80 dollars. Yup, it was red -she was in the red. Shockingly she looked to see what had happened. What had HAPPENED was her internet service decided to take out $130 from her bank account. Wow, in 2009, how does internet cost $130 she thought... So, upon having 5 overdrafts, she decided to do some investigating, and begging, if needed.
Verizon internet was charging her accurately. Okay, Maris understood that. But she was still upset that she had no warning. So Maris, having a very good banking history marched herself right down the street to Bank of America to see if she could explain what happened to a nice customer service Rep to bypass the charges...
She met, let's call her, Ivanna Be-a-bitch-alot. Maris sat down with Ivanna and explained her situation. Ivanna didn't seem very compassionate, but said she would ask "the computer" what it thought. "the computer," did not want to appease Maris' request. So Maris went on to ask Ivanna, "well it's a computer? Can I speak with a manager?" Ivanna explained that the computer was the end all, be all. Really?
Maris started her rant. "Well, I have been banking here for atleast 10 years -with no problems. People say bad things about Bank of America, while I defend you. If I am really having a relationship with a computer, and you will not even reason with me and take 3 of the 5 $35 overdraft fee charges away I am going to come in to tomorrow (pay day), empty my account, and bank somewhere else." Ivanna didn't give a damn, even though Maris was bluffing.
Maris thought, if only I were a 40 year-old man in a suit. That would have made the difference. But, unfortunately, she was a 24 year-old khaki wearing girl with dimples, lacking any leverage. This may have been a bad story, but "take 'your' money and run" people. Take the money and run.
The End.
If you currently bank there.."Take the money and run," in the words of Steve Miller Band. They'll suck you dry and then ask for your first born, and a your last piece of gum.
Do I sound disgruntled? Good. Cause I am.
Boys and girls, let me tell you a tale of a young girl, let's say of 24 years of age living in Worcester named...Maris.
Maris had a couple of occassions to attend one weekend. A graduation party and a birthday. She made sure she had the necessary funds in her bank account to cover any "extravagant behavior." She had fun. A lot of fun. She lived within her means. Or so she thought...
After her fun weekend, Maris checked her bank account. To her surprise she had negative $80 dollars. Yup, it was red -she was in the red. Shockingly she looked to see what had happened. What had HAPPENED was her internet service decided to take out $130 from her bank account. Wow, in 2009, how does internet cost $130 she thought... So, upon having 5 overdrafts, she decided to do some investigating, and begging, if needed.
Verizon internet was charging her accurately. Okay, Maris understood that. But she was still upset that she had no warning. So Maris, having a very good banking history marched herself right down the street to Bank of America to see if she could explain what happened to a nice customer service Rep to bypass the charges...
She met, let's call her, Ivanna Be-a-bitch-alot. Maris sat down with Ivanna and explained her situation. Ivanna didn't seem very compassionate, but said she would ask "the computer" what it thought. "the computer," did not want to appease Maris' request. So Maris went on to ask Ivanna, "well it's a computer? Can I speak with a manager?" Ivanna explained that the computer was the end all, be all. Really?
Maris started her rant. "Well, I have been banking here for atleast 10 years -with no problems. People say bad things about Bank of America, while I defend you. If I am really having a relationship with a computer, and you will not even reason with me and take 3 of the 5 $35 overdraft fee charges away I am going to come in to tomorrow (pay day), empty my account, and bank somewhere else." Ivanna didn't give a damn, even though Maris was bluffing.
Maris thought, if only I were a 40 year-old man in a suit. That would have made the difference. But, unfortunately, she was a 24 year-old khaki wearing girl with dimples, lacking any leverage. This may have been a bad story, but "take 'your' money and run" people. Take the money and run.
The End.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Ashley
is my sister.
I miss her. She will be back in America soon with my nephew, Aiden, and after living on separate continents for a year, I have become more appreciative of having a sister, and a good friend. We call that, a "twofor."
We are only 16 months apart, and have had our ups and downs through life. Fighting to the point of almost killing eachother one moment and then being best friends the next. We are extremely similar, yet polar oppossites. There's a contradiction for ya.
She once threw a basketball at my head out of anger. On that same note, she also through a phone, a book, and many other objects at my head -but the basketball is the most memorable. It was infront of our whole Junior varsity basketball team, and well, it hurt. Maybe while I had my secret littering addiction, she had a secret "throwing objects at people" addiction. I think she has grown out of it, but I still wear a helmet when we hang out. Just incase.
Another memory that just popped in my head... We were young and she told me to put my middle finger up. Me, not thinking this was an odd request, did it. I did not realize it held any symbolism at the time. Wanna know what she did the second I did what she requested? She told on me. Yup, that's right, she ratted me out. "Mom! Charis stuck her middle finger up!," My mom was appalled, and I started crying. In between sobs, I said that I didn't know what it meant, and Ashley whispered, "It means you hate Jesus." I cried louder, "BUT I DON'T HATE JESUS." Ashley probably does not remember this memory, but apparently it took a toll on me.
We were pretty strange children, and come to think of it, we are pretty strange "adults." We would write short stories. I think that is how I got in to writing. We would tell ellaborate tales about ghosts and mysteries. We read a lot too. She was in to Nancy Drew, and I was in to the Valley Girls. We did this for fun, believe it or not. We also would play a lot of make believe games. Our bikes were cars, trees and mail boxes were stores, and our brother Scott was a pon in our games, doing whatever we made him do. We called this particular bike game, "Life." We thought it was so fun to pretend to be adults. Stopping at trees to buy fake groceries, opening our neighbors mailboxes, pretending they were banks. Why is it that children want to be grown-ups so badly and then we you grow up, you want to be children again? Riddle me that.
Excuse my random nostalgia, I just miss my sister.
I miss her. She will be back in America soon with my nephew, Aiden, and after living on separate continents for a year, I have become more appreciative of having a sister, and a good friend. We call that, a "twofor."
We are only 16 months apart, and have had our ups and downs through life. Fighting to the point of almost killing eachother one moment and then being best friends the next. We are extremely similar, yet polar oppossites. There's a contradiction for ya.
She once threw a basketball at my head out of anger. On that same note, she also through a phone, a book, and many other objects at my head -but the basketball is the most memorable. It was infront of our whole Junior varsity basketball team, and well, it hurt. Maybe while I had my secret littering addiction, she had a secret "throwing objects at people" addiction. I think she has grown out of it, but I still wear a helmet when we hang out. Just incase.
Another memory that just popped in my head... We were young and she told me to put my middle finger up. Me, not thinking this was an odd request, did it. I did not realize it held any symbolism at the time. Wanna know what she did the second I did what she requested? She told on me. Yup, that's right, she ratted me out. "Mom! Charis stuck her middle finger up!," My mom was appalled, and I started crying. In between sobs, I said that I didn't know what it meant, and Ashley whispered, "It means you hate Jesus." I cried louder, "BUT I DON'T HATE JESUS." Ashley probably does not remember this memory, but apparently it took a toll on me.
We were pretty strange children, and come to think of it, we are pretty strange "adults." We would write short stories. I think that is how I got in to writing. We would tell ellaborate tales about ghosts and mysteries. We read a lot too. She was in to Nancy Drew, and I was in to the Valley Girls. We did this for fun, believe it or not. We also would play a lot of make believe games. Our bikes were cars, trees and mail boxes were stores, and our brother Scott was a pon in our games, doing whatever we made him do. We called this particular bike game, "Life." We thought it was so fun to pretend to be adults. Stopping at trees to buy fake groceries, opening our neighbors mailboxes, pretending they were banks. Why is it that children want to be grown-ups so badly and then we you grow up, you want to be children again? Riddle me that.
Excuse my random nostalgia, I just miss my sister.
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