cindy's world

James said he is making good use of his birthday goodie basket. Any takers on guessing the content? I’ll repost the items here and then post the answers in another password-protected post. If you comment and give me some guesses, I’ll email you the password! Fun, huh? =)

* There’s a magazine in the collection. To help with his…”hobby.” He probably wouldn’t read it for the articles, tho.
* We included a bottle of performance-enhancing supplements.
* A rapid hand-jerking back-and-forth motion is required to take full advantage of some of the goodies.
* There’s wood involved.
* There are many little packets that you tear open to use the contents.
* There are lots of products meant to make you swell. Real big. And hard. Like a real man.
* Some products may result in frothy, milky fluid production.
* There’s plastic to wrap the wood in.
* We even included a cloth to put around the hips, you know, to catch the drippage.
* There are multiple single-use packages of long items for inserting into moist holes.

ARGH! What is wrong with blogger?! I can’t view any blogs that run off blogspot right now! But I can get everywhere else! Why are you guys ALL on blogger?! I can’t get into blogger!!!!

Okay, I’m over it. *pant pant*

I don’t actually know when St. Patty’s Day is, except that it was sometime this past weekend. So, uh…here! =D Happy Monday.

May the Lord bless you
Be gracious unto you
Make His face shine upon you
And, may the Lord give you His peace!

May God grant you…
A sunbeam to warm you,
A moonbeam to charm you,
A sheltering Angel,
So NOTHING will harm you.

May you always walk in sunshine,
May you never want for more,
May Irish Angels rest their wings right beside your door.

A new blogger is born tonight. It was lots of hard work to set up her laptop to my network provider, set up an associated gmail account, and create an identity on blogger.com. It even took overtime from the Group Leader of Audio Modem Products at Conexant to do some tech support and creative brainstorming with us. This is the result of blood, sweat, tears, and Bailey’s on the rocks with Charlie’s Angels playing on the big screen. (Hey, it IS my house.) Give her some love… it’s my jujitsu buddy, my ex roommate, my very good friend…

* V * A * N * E * S * S * A * !!!

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So I’m doing my taxes right now on TurboTax, and up pops this question and statement:
“Income in Any Other States? Select Yes if you earned income in any states other than California.
If you earned income in Alaska, Florida, Nevada, South Dakota, Texas, Washington or Wyoming, select No. These states don’t collect income tax so you won’t need to file a return.”

WHAT the…? How come WE have to? How do OTHER states manage to make it without taking money from their residents?

From my coworker Michelle:

Did you know that …

A group of apes is called a shrewdness; hummingbirds are a charm; blue jays are a scold; jellyfish are a smack; cobras are a quiver; crows are a murder; parrots are a company; nightingales are a watch; mice are a mischief; crocodiles are a congregation; owls are a parliament; (and my personal favorite) lizards are a lounge.

Just in case you get a chance to be on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire, you will know those answers.

Hey! I just noticed the “Post Password” window/function at the top of my editor! Just for fun, I’m gonna test it. The password is “wowzers”. Go ahead and try it for the next post, “The Costco Curse.”

I have a whole new living room! I took my parents’ leather couch and loveseat and rearranged my living room to accomodate them. Then we dropped off my old couch at Goodwill where I picked up a tax deduction. I really like my house now. It feels new and fresh and has great new seating areas.

Mom: I like your haircut. It’s a good look for you.
Me: This haircut cost me fourteen dollars.
Mom: *thoughtful pause as she studies me* It’s worth it.

Haha, Asian moms.

Oh yeah. I thought about hiding the pornos before the ‘rents came in. But I figured, eh, they’re on the DVD tower thingie along with a ton of other DVDs. (That’s part of the beauty of being a bachelor[ette]. Porn on display with all the other wares.) What’re the chances they’re gonna look, anyway? It’s behind the front door when I leave it open, and we’re gonna be busy moving furniture. Go figure, I’m in the foyer vacuuming and then I hear from the living room my mom’s voice: “Ooh, Cindy has lots of movies! I didn’t know she has so many movies! We can borrow some from her.” She must’ve spent like 10 minutes looking through the titles as I panicked internally in my own head. I made irrelevant comments to try to deter her from the movies, but alas, she could not be distracted. I hoped that she wouldn’t figure out how to rotate the DVDs as the porn section was on the lower part that’s against the wall. All I know is that she never said anything, but did abruptly stop looking and then walked away without another comment about borrowing movies or anything relating to her movie hunt. =/