Dry Erase Henry

June 24, 2010

In my office’s supplies room, a dry erase board hangs on the wall behind our office services manager’s desk.  The original intent of this board was for her to jot down things she needed to do.  However, it has been put to a much better use — the Dry Erase Dog Board.

Lots of people in our office have dogs, and Derrick, our IT guy, took it upon himself to draw some people’s doggies on the dry erase board.  He promised a long time ago to do Henry, so I gave him this picture.

Derrick looked at the picture and said, “This might be a problem.  Your dog is black, so it’ll be almost impossible to draw him in dry erase marker.”  Time went on and I thought Derrick had forgotten his promise.  Until one day last week, I saw Derrick in the hall, and he said, “Did you see the picture?”  I said no, and he said, “Go look at it immediately!”  He’d finally drawn Henry!  And he did a darn good job, considering he only had one color to work with.

My doggie is now immortalized next to the other office doggies on a dry erase board.  Thanks, Derrick!


May, the insane month of insanity

June 6, 2010

2010 is half over (yeeks) and it’s flying by.  Case in point, May flew by like Superman away from Kryptonite.  I was so busy I barely got a chance to breathe.  This weekend I’m lying low and catching my breath.

This is what my May weekends looked like for me:

May 1: Dinner at the Oasis for my sister’s birthday.  I love the Oasis.  Watching the sun set over Lake Travis and having dinner with friends is one of the best things in existence.

May 8-9: Various stuff, nothing exciting.  Maybe I did get a weekend off in May.  Darn you, unbusy weekend, for ruining my perfect record.

May 15:  Andrea and Justin’s boat party to celebrate their graduation from UT Law.  What an amazing time.  Definitely one of the best parties I’ve ever been to.

May 16:  Blair was in town this weekend for her friend’s bachelorette party and she had a dinner at the Clay Pit with her Austin friends.  Love Clay Pit, love Blair.  Fab evening.

Thursday May 20–Sunday May 23:  My little sister graduated from UT this weekend with a B.A. in Theater Studies.  So proud, etc.  Mom and Dad got into town on Thursday evening, and I took work off on Friday for the ceremony.  My godmother, Aunt Chris (after whom I’m named), and her hubs, Greg, were also in town for Jackie’s graduation and we all had dinner that night.  Saturday we did random family stuff, and that night after my parents went to bed I met Brandan and her friends downtown for Brandan’s law school graduation.  Sunday Mom and Dad left, and I slept.  We got some amazing family pictures.  See below.

Friday May 28-Monday May 31:  GALVESTON!  Blair’s bachelorette party was this weekend in Galveston.  Emily M. and I drove down Friday after work and I returned Monday.  We rented a condo and had a grand time, sans the nasty little devils known as sand fleas and the plague-like infestation of mosquitoes.

…And now it’s June.  This weekend I decided to do NOTHING except relax because after May’s insanity, I sure needed it.

How to Make a Brownie Husband

May 2, 2010

My sister, Jameson, and Annette were at my place one Saturday night to watch Saturday Night Live (which no one has actually sat down to watch since Will Ferrell was on) because Tina Fey was hosting and we’re all 30 Rock/Mean Girls fans.  The whole episode was pretty funny, but one skit had us all crying laughing: Brownie Husband.  I have never ever been in a room of people laughing as hard as we were laughing at this sketch.

The Feysus herself

I almost peed myself when she took a bite off the face and caramel oozed out.

I tried to embed the video, but WordPress won’t let you embed anything that’s not from YouTube and the clip’s not available on YouTube, so you get a link instead.  Deal with it.

Fast forward a few weeks, and my little sister will turn 22 in a week or so.  We were having dinner and giggling about Brownie Husband and then one of us decided that I should make her a Brownie Husband for her birthday.  So that’s what I’ve spent my whole afternoon trying to do.

Of course, HEB doesn’t sell brownie pans in the shape of husbands, so I decided to make my own.  My first attempt was several feet of aluminum foil folded into thirds and bent into a husband shape to create the sides of a mold.  Then I realized I needed a bottom, and I couldn’t simply wrap aluminum around my current husband shape because it wasn’t sturdy enough and it would bend out of shape.  So while I was at HEB to pick up brownie mix (I looked for the kind with caramel in the middle but they didn’t have it), I picked up some poster board so I could make a more sturdy form for my B.Hus.  I managed to piece together a brownie husband shape out of several strips of poster board, but when I tried to wrap aluminum foil around it to create a makeshift pan that would hold brownie mix, the below happened:

Poor misshapen husband

I know the pic quality’s not great, but if you look closely you can see my failed attempt to wrap the aluminum foil around the cardboard.  Poor husband.  Everything is lopsided.  Even if the mold would have actually held the brownie mix into a single shape, that shape would likely have fallen apart when I tried to get it out of the mold.  Or the brownie husband would have had bits of aluminum in him.  Although that’s bound to happen to him when he gets older, anyway.

So I texted Jackie and said, “Heads up — I’m trying to make you a Brownie Husband but I think it might fail.”  She said, “Aw, that’s sweet.  You should just make a pan of brownies and cut a husband shape out of it.”


So here I was trying my hardest to make a brownie husband pan out of aluminum foil and cardboard, thinking I was OH SO CLEVER AND JACKIE’S GOING TO GET THE BEST HUSBAND EVER, when she immediately thinks of an option that is not only much easier to do, but will likely yield a better-looking husband.  (Sounds like something we should try to bottle and sell, amirite, ladies?)

I took her advice.  I baked a pan of brownies, then after it cooled, I turned it onto a plate and carved a man shape out of it, which I then frosted and gave candy eyes and mouth.  Finally, a real Brownie Husband Jackie can call her own!  Even though he kinda looks like a chocolate Gumby.

Do not drdp. Handle with caer.

April 27, 2010

I saw the below package in my office yesterday.

Handle with…caer?  Like the Spanish infinitive that means “to fall”?  This might be a little more understandable if the package came from a foreign country, but it came from California.  (Which could actually fit into that category, now that I think about it.)  Also, the second D in the third word escaped me at first, and it was only after my attention was grabbed by the atrocious Spanglish that I further examined the box for other errors and found, partially obscured by the packing tape, the word “Drdp” instead of “Drop.”

Just had to share.  At this rate, my blog will cease to be about me and become about the egregious spelling and grammatical errors in my life.

I win at the Internet!

April 18, 2010

Remember this post about the headache-inducing sign I found on a gas pump that featured so many spelling, grammatical, and punctuation errors that I had to send it in to The “Blog” of “Unnecessary” Quotation Marks?

They published it! I am now Internet-famous.  Not really, but it is really cool to contribute something to the Internet instead of mindlessly consuming.  The post got a fair number of comments and directed a ton of hits to my blog, which also got several comments.  I feel so special!  This must be what Dooce feels like every day.


I saw these yesterday at HEB and of course I bought some because I am Christine and am 90% composed of chocolate.  And they were actually pretty good!  The best part of any chocolate cereal, like Cocoa Pebbles or Count Chocula, is the chocolate milk left behind.

Who Do I Think I Am?

March 28, 2010

I discovered the show Who Do You Think You Are? last night.  (Spoiler alert!  Stop reading unless you’re never going to watch the show.)  WDYTYA? is a seven-episode documentary miniseries that explores the ancestry of seven celebrities: Sarah Jessica Parker, Lisa Kudrow, Emmitt Smith, Spike Lee, Matthew Broderick, Susan Sarandon, and Brooke Shields. It’s the US version of a show by the same name that’s been airing in the UK since 2004 that has explored the ancestry of David Tennant, Jeremy Irons, Julia Sawalha (Lydia in BBC’s Pride and Prejudice), John Hurt (who I didn’t know was British until just now despite his role as the dragon on Merlin), Jerry Springer (who is ALSO British?!), Kim Cattrall (Samantha is from Liverpool?!),  and Martin Freeman.  Damn, UK, good job on producing awesome people.

Each person starts with little clues about their heritage and flies wherever their journey takes them to enlist the help of historians and local records to trace their ancestry.  I watched the episodes on Sarah Jessica Parker and Lisa Kudrow and was totally moved and touched.  Sarah Jessica Parker didn’t have much more to go on than the name of her great-grandmother, Lillian Hodge.  A historian found information on Lillian Hodge’s family, and SJP flew all over the U.S. and traced her ancestors back to a man who went to California during the Gold Rush not knowing his wife was two months pregnant.  He died in California, never knowing his son.  Then SJP traced her history even further back and she discovered her ancestor Esther Elwell and two other women were accused of witchcraft in connection with the death of a woman named Mary Fitch during the Salem Witch Trials.  A seventeen-year-old girl accused the three women.  Her evidence?  She saw the women kill Mary Fitch in a vision, and the Salem Court of Oyer and Terminer, the court formed specifically to try people accused of witchcraft, admitted her visions as valid evidence.  Everyone tried by the Court of Oyer and Terminer was convicted and hanged.  EVERYONE, all 20 people.  Miraculously, the court dissolved before Esther’s case could be tried, and she survived to go on and continue the family line that leads down to Sarah Jessica Parker.

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Texts from “God”

March 10, 2010

The rise of the ubiquitous cell phone has apparently spawned a new way for people to interfere with their friends’ dating lives.  I am, of course, talking about the text from “God.”  Apparently now people will torment their friends who have gone on a date with someone and are waiting to hear from them by stealing their friend’s cell phone, getting the date’s number, and sending the date a message from the friend’s cell phone that says, “Dear Date, call My Friend.  Love, God.”  Obviously it’s meant to imply that you two are so great together that God is rooting for you, but it really just freaks out the recipient and effectively destroys any chance for a second date.

Jameson, Danielle, and  Sekara have all heard of this happening.  I guess I live in the Dark Ages.  According to Sekara, who Knows All, this ploy actually works even better when you steal your date’s phone, change your name to God, and then text him from your phone so the text actually reads from “God.”

This has actual relationship implications, too.  You can also send a text from God when you have your first real fight with your boyfriend and neither one of you wants to break down and talk to the other first.  Then you text him “TALK TO HER!! Love, God,” or even better, “YOU ARE SOO WRONG IN THIS ONE, PAL. Love, God.”


Ha!!!!  I was trying to find a graphic for this post so I Googled “text messages from God” and I found the below here.



1. no1 b4 me. srsly.

2. dnt wrshp pix/idols

3. no omg’s

4. no wrk on w/end (sat 4 now; sun l8r)

5. pos ok – ur m&d r cool

6. dnt kill ppl

7. :-X only w/ m8

8. dnt steal

9. dnt lie re: bf

10. dnt ogle ur bf’s m8. or ox. or dnkey. myob.

M, pls rite on tabs & giv 2 ppl.

ttyl, JHWH.

ps. wwjd?

Bravo, Jamie Quatro, bravo!

O joyous commute

February 16, 2010

Yesterday was President’s Day (and Susan B. Anthony’s birthday!).  Banks, the post office, most government agencies, and several universities, including UT, were closed, as were most businesses.  At least I thought most businesses were closed yesterday because there was exactly zero traffic heading downtown during rush hour.  But this morning I heard on the radio that in Austin only 5% of businesses were closed yesterday — not enough to cause the dearth of traffic.  The only conclusion I can come to is that the vast majority of traffic in Austin is not workers, as I had thought before, but UT students.

This begs the question, why do so many students live so freaking far from campus?  I live several miles north of downtown, so far north that some of my friends refuse to drive up there, and my commute is nightmarish, presumably because of the students who live around my area.  Is there really so little housing close to UT that students are forced to live in Austin’s boondocks and suffer 45-minute commutes to class?  Or are the ridiculous housing prices close to campus and downtown to blame for the mass exodus from Central Austin?

Whatever the reason, I am annoyed.  Just like the person who programmed this sign.

Cthulhu in the White House!

February 6, 2010

Cthulhu was last sighted in the parking lot behind Einstein’s bagels.  Boy may be evil, but you gotta give him props for his good taste in bagels.

I see you, sly political statement.


February 2, 2010

I snapped this at a gas station on the drive from Austin to Dallas I took on Friday.  In addition to the fact that you don’t have to mark headings with quotation marks, it seems like the author did not finish his or her thoughts due to the lack of ending quotation mark in the body of the text.

This sign was presumably made in a word processor, and last time I checked, those came with spell check.  So there is really no excuse for “nozzel.”  Even the WordPress spellchecker knows that’s wrong.  This also renders inexcusable the space between “you” and the exclamation point, as spell check would know that the only punctuation mark that is ever acceptable with a space before it is the em dash — don’t you agree?

Think I should submit it to the “Blog” of “Unnecessary” Quotation Marks?  I think so.

Oh my.  I just typed in the text of that sign to see how much of a help spell check would be, and the results are shocking.  Not only did spell check not catch “nozzel,” it didn’t catch the space between “you” and the exclamation point.  The only thing it DID catch was the lack of space between the ellipsis and “thank.”

And just in case there is an alternate spelling of “nozzel” that I was unaware of, I consulted the handy Merriam-Webster online dictionary.  Nope, no such thing as “nozzel.”

I am shocked, I tell you.  SHOCKED!