May 30, 2008 at 4:42 pm (College, Guest Post, Posted by Cindy)
Tags: garlic fries, Giants, punal, sports
Actually, not, because it’s a home game! Without further ado, I give you Punal, to tell you what we’re doing tonight…
we are going to a giants game! yee! i have a jacket because tis going to be cold. and we are going to eat garlic fries. lots of them. and we are going to need gum.
And now, I’m back. We’re playing the Padres. Grr. And yeah, it’ll be chilly. And hurray for garlic fries. And no gum, because a) I don’t like such things and b) NO KISSING! No getting close enough to even SMELL garlic fries. Ok? Thanks.
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May 28, 2008 at 2:19 pm (Family, Posted by Cindy)
Tags: Lee Papa, tennis
Those who know of JPPBFF will know the genesis of “Gary likes golf.” (Hint: it involves the teeny-bopper chick flick Wimbledon.) That said, this post is not about someone else’s (very adorable) parent. This post is about my daddy!
Scene: channel surfing. Choices are as follows: Guy’s Big Bite, Spin City, or some sort of sporting event called the French Open.
Me: Hey daddy, what sport is the French Open?
Lee Papa: Tennis.
I turn to that channel, because Lee Papa likes tennis.
Lee Papa: So, who’s playing?
Me: Maria Sharapova and…someone Rodina?
Lee Papa: Oh, they’re both pretty.
…we watch briefly…
Lee Papa: Hm…that one’s a bit fatter, isn’t she?
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May 25, 2008 at 10:59 pm (Guest Post, Life)
Tags: Cindy is awesome, Little Mosque on the Prairie, punal
No seriously.
But we baked today. It was hella amazing. We baked cookies filled with cinnamon seasoned creme cheese and fig jelly filling! Yeeee!
Cindy: “Everytime I see SFSU i think of STFU.”
Oh and there is a show called Little Mosque On the Prairie.
Its a real show, but its canadian. But you can watch it online!
Its about a group of Muslims living in a real white town of Mercy in the middle of the prairies in Canada. Its a baller show, not going to lie. Watch it and tell me if it is not good.
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May 25, 2008 at 10:44 pm (Life, Posted by Cindy)
Tags: giraffes
When I first moved to Pleasanton, the grocery store was called Lucky. Then, through TV spots almost as annoying as the Happy Cow commercials, we learned that Lucky was getting married to Albertson’s, taking the latter’s name. Since then, I have grown to love the Happy Cows, which come from California, and there has apparently been some sort of supermarket connubial dysfunction, as it is now back to Lucky. Anyway, I stopped by Lucky tonight so that Punal and I could have a “grand” (his word; not mine) baking adventure.
Scene: 8:52 PM in front of the dairy section/Mother leading 4-year-old by the hand
The 4-year-old is singing, “La la la,” when she pauses, and announces, “Speaking of giraffes…”
Her mother protests, “But we weren’t speaking of giraffes!”
Awesome.
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May 23, 2008 at 9:43 pm (College, Life, Picture, Posted by Cindy, Public Transportation)
Tags: BART, blogs, Midwest, random, The Office
Today, I talked to a cute guy for a little bit on BART. Pros: interesting, smart (about to go to dental school, but has worked for two years since undergrad, so not a complete pre-med drone), funny, only in town for another week before moving back east (see above) and therefore perfect for a summer fling. Cons: he’s a Boston fan (en route to the A’s game).
Yes. I judge people by their sports teams. Is that so wrong? Well, I guess it is. But, that brings me to the misconceptions (and misperceptions) we all have of other people and their ideas. It seems that more and more people are recognizing the value of so-called “mommy-bloggers,” so I won’t go on at length about that. The ones that I’ve read have belied an incredible sense of compassion beyond the soccer moms/ladies who lunch image I have. Plenty of people in California scoff at Middle America. Well, guess what? California does not have a monopoly on diversity. And neither does New York, so suck it. (Suck on this, Toby!) Maybe I’m a little guilty of dismissing certain states, though. Like Missouri. Or Kansas. Well, Missouri at least has St. Louis. Uh. What does Kansas have? Anyway, Michigan can go to hell all the same. I told Paul’s mom that we were pretty much sworn enemies, seeing as how our states had waged a war and all.
Incidentally, Paul’s entire family is TALL. Ridiculous. And, his mom’s family used to raise mink. Kind of interesting. I guess that’s not very PC anymore, but interesting all the same. I’m questioning more and more the ethics of eating meat these days. It would probably help if I sat down and read The Omnivore’s Dilemma, which will happen sometime this summer. It’ll be really nice to get back into reading 
How’s that for a post full of random thoughts?
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May 22, 2008 at 1:21 pm (Is Assholes, Posted by Cindy)
Tags: IRS
The IRS is assholes.
Note the new category on this blog: is assholes.
No joke. I may have procrastinated a little this year (well, duh) and submitted my return at the last minute, but hey, I did it. The State of California was not too proud to take my money. (Ooh, stay tuned for that rant.) The US Treasury was like, Sorry, Cindy, you lose. Your electronic payment did not go through. Send us a check, your firstborn child, and three sexual favors.
I sent in a check. Apparently, it was too late for my stimulus payment, though. Ergh. Maybe I should call and ask. Or maybe not. Anyway, on May 12, they sent me a letter saying that a) they had never received my payment, b) that payment was now due, and c) I owed interest on said payment. Awesome. The letter kept referring to the “Customer Service Line” to call for clarification and assistance, and also said, “Call your local IRS office if that is a long-distance call for you.” First of all, since when is an 800 number a long-distance call for anyone? Also, they never gave any contact details for local offices. The awesome continues.
The estimated wait time they gave me yesterday was 10-15 minutes. I stayed on hold while brushing my teeth, changing, &c., but had to go because I was late to breakfast with Marissa, who is my favorite Mormon 
Ugh. I tried again today, after baking a cake for Lee Mama and briefly entertaining her friends. (Lee Mama has friends! AHH!) I was on hold for 19 minutes and 33 seconds. Finally, it was cleared up. Tyler says I won, but really? I just lost twenty minutes of my youth.
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May 20, 2008 at 2:31 pm (Posted by Cindy)
Tags: words
Linguists.
I like to restaurant-hop. In October 2008, I will probably also like to bar-hop. In the meanwhile, I like to blog-hop. The different writers out there have amazing experiences, and luckily, they like to link to each other. One blog I’ve visited in the recent days has a name that’s bothered me for awhile, though.
No, I’m not going to say it. It won’t do to call out random bloggers online. No, I save my critique for those who are Bad. At life. Anyway, the blog’s name is three nouns in a row, but the first two are used as descriptors. It had gnawed at me for awhile, but today in the shower, I finally realized why. There is an adjective form of the first noun. My brain craves an adjective, but she gave me a noun!
Let’s examine, shall we?
- Ace Ventura, pet detective. He’s not a pet who is a detective. He’s a pervert who detects pets!
- Harriet the Spy, girl detective. Not a girly detective. Not a pervert who detects girls, though, either.
These two examples don’t really do the conundrum justice. Let’s see. Three nouns in a row, à la Gnawing Blogger. Hm. I might have referenced cunning linguists up top, but I’m neither cunning nor linguistic right now. Ooh. Maybe I can use that. Let’s see.
Linguist Cookie Lover
Yup. That’s exactly right. Doesn’t that just cry out, “TOO MANY NOUNS!” to you?
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May 19, 2008 at 8:44 pm (College, Inappropriate, Picture, Posted by Cindy)
Tags: 420, mature
There have been several situations recently in which I can properly be termed “hecka mature,” but here is one that I can share.
Look at the screen shot. Tell me why I’m giggling. (I made it pretty easy for you…)
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May 15, 2008 at 9:57 pm (Awkward, College, Inappropriate, Life, Posted by Cindy)
Tags: civic virtue, singletary
In my planner, I’ve got “Judge class” entered in at 3:00 for next Wednesday. Because I’ll be working the polls on June 3, I need to take a class on being a poll worker. Not pole worker. Not Pole worker, either. The descriptions for the three positions (*snicker*) aren’t particularly clear on the website, but here’s how it works:
- The Inspector has the most responsibility
- The Judge has less responsibility, but more so than
- The Clerk, which is what I did senior year of high school
So, I get paid to take a class to be a “Judge” for the Alameda County Registrar of Voters. Hurray for civic duties! This isn’t really the reason for the title of the post, though. Yesterday, I felt the judgment of an eighth-grader.
Some of my students are pretty chill. Some of my students are Bad. At life. The student I had yesterday was not bad at life, but she was having a bad day–no, a bad two weeks. Her boyfriend had broken up with her. Bummer. There’s the age-old (ha!) question: can middle-schoolers date? They can feel deeply. But, here’s the description: “He’s tall, blond, blueish-greenish eyes, really nice, really smart…” Danger, Will Robinson! Danger! Also, apparently, just like her mother. Um, that one’s a bit odd. (By the way, Mik. She’s about 4′11″, so 5′6 1/2″ isn’t ’short’ next to her.)
They went to the library at lunch, and he told her, “The reason I wanted to talk is because I’m breaking up with you. And, I don’t think you should sit at my lunch table anymore.” Yeesh. That’s a tough one. Well, I told her that it might work out in the future. Or, it might not. Either way, there are plenty of cute boys out there. Some who might even be, you know, smart. Or good in bed. Wouldn’t it be nice if I knew some of them?
Oh, back to the story.
Me: Seriously? You’re fourteen. There’s no reason to commit yourself to just one person for the rest of your life!
Her: But he was my best friend. And now we’re not even talking.
Me: I know that sucks right now. Because you know what? That’s awesome that you guys were so close. Have faith that you’ll have more special relationships in the future.
Her: *sadface*
Me: Really. You don’t have to be ready to commit in eighth grade! I’m twenty, and I haven’t committed myself to just one person!
Her: What? You’re twenty? And you’re still single?
Audience? That’s when I felt the judgment of a fourteen-year-old.
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May 15, 2008 at 12:01 am (Family, Life, Posted by Cindy)
Tags: daddy, pets
There’s been much mention of Lee Mama on this blog, but not much of Lee Papa. Well, let’s rectify that situation, shall we?
This morning, my daddy drove me to the BART station.
Me: Look! That lady has two dogs!
Lee Papa: Hm. But the cutest was that one we saw the other day.
Me: Yeah. When I see dogs, they just make me so happy!
Lee Papa: When you and Jon were little, you were like puppies…
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