Backwash Interesting concept. I found this linked on the bloghop.com site. I'll have to explore more at length when I get home from work tonight.

I have no desire to work today. But thankfully M. won't be there. YAY!!

Oh yesterday he made me so mad. I spend alot of time creating and maintaining the display beds. We had a new shipment of AeroBeds and so there was alot of backstock. We have two beds in the middle of the department that are at right angles to each other. One is a beautiful canopy bed, the other a twin sized done up in a patriotic red, white and blue theme. In between the beds is a platform where we usually keep the AeroBeds, stacked four high and three deep. He stacked them five high and you can't see either of the beds as you walk into the department. Then at the back of the department we have another bed on a platform, its more like an actual room as at the back is a "window" done up to coordinate with the bed. He stacked more AeroBeds in front, two high all the way around. And I watched him do it, and I knew if I said anything, he would just pull, the "I'm the manager, deal with it." But excuse me, the whole point of having a display bed is so that people can see what the product might look like on their beds. The bed isn't visible with two feet of boxes in front of them!! GRRR. The only thing that kept me from redoing it right then is that its the weekend , and we usually sell alot of those items.

I just painted my toenails blood red.

I wish you would just come up behind me and slide your arms around my waist. And as I lean back into you, I feel your lips brush the hollow of my neck, a whisper in my ear, and the butterflies in my stomach. And I would try to reach behind me and ruffle your hair and turn my head just enough so I could kiss you back. And that would prove difficult, so I would have to turn my whole body and press against you. My arms encircling you as I melt into you.

But there is no you...only me.

*sigh* I am in one of those moods again.

I remember once at B.'s I had put my stuff down on the dining room table. And he came up and kissed me, slowly and passionately, slowly leading me backwards, and I was trying to pull my boots off and kiss him at the same time. And I was giggling as I had to pull away slightly so I could pull the boot off. Then kissing him back and then more giggling as my back hits the wall. I was supposed to make a left turn there somewhere. I was a bit distracted.

The Tony Slattery Compendium I really miss the reruns of the real version of Whose Line is it Anyway?

Damn my allergies are acting up all of a sudden.

My bruise has almost faded. It was quite a rainbow of colors there for awhile.

Okay prepare for a "World of Retail" rant.

What part of no, don't you understand?

I was on the phone with a customer trying to patiently explain to her the difference between a West Coast King sheet set and an East Coast King sheet set, when I feel a pair of eyes on my back. So I excuse myself from the phone call, and turn around.

"How can I help you?" To the fuming lady and her teenage son. Oh how I love the back-to-school season.

"I was here last week, and was told that this week you would have twin extra-long comforters." *icy glare*

"I'm sorry, there is no such item. You would use a regular twin comforter, but we do have twin extra-long sheet sets."

"I was told there would be extra-long twin comforters."

"Oh. Do you remember who told you that?"

"It was here. I don't know. Last week."

"Well, there is no such item. Things that lay on top of the bed such as comforters, blankets, and flat sheets, are only made in one size, sized to fit both. It's the fitted pieces, dust ruffles and fitted sheets you have to worry about, but we have sheet sets for that size."

"I am not worried about the sheet sets. I need a twin extra-long comforter."

"You would just use a twin sized comforter. The manufacturers don't make a twin extra-long comforter."

"Well, I was told there was one and that you would have it this week."

"I don't know who told you that, but there is no such item."

And then she stomps off, and I return to my phone call, and thankfully, I think the lady on the phone has finally grasped the concept -- after much yelling to her husband who is measuring the bed.

And then I see M. coming around the corner, the same lady trailing behind him as he says, "Kristan, is there such a thing as a twin extra-long comforter?" And I give him one of those "not again" looks. And explain to them yet again that there isn't such an item.

M. says, "I thought so, but I wasn't entirely sure."

"Well I was told there was." (Enough already geesh!!!!!!!!)

"I am sorry ma'am, as I explained to you earlier, there isn't such an item."

"Then why was I told that there was?"

"I don't know ma'am, but whoever it was, was mistaken."

"Are there more back-to-school linens over there?" *pointing to where she just was* (Ummm...can't you remember? DUH.)

"Where?"

"Back there."

"No this is it."

And she stomps off grumbling about twin extra-long comforters. M. is giggling as I tell him I already spent five minutes explaining it to her.

*sigh*

I just wish customers would realize a few things.

1. We are people too. Contrary to popular opinion, people who work in retail have feelings as well. Please think before opening your mouth. Would you speak to your mother like that?
   
   
2. I have no reason to lie to you. If an item is out of stock, its out of stock, I cannot control supply and demand. I will go out of my way to find you the item, ship it to your house, etc, etc. But if its not in the store, its not in the store. I do not have magical powers and cannot make items appear at will.
   
   
3. Our stockroom is not a realm of limitless space. Please refer to #2.
   
   
4. It is not my fault you waited until the last minute to buy a gift, please don't take it out on me.
   
   
5. A smile and a pleasant outlook will get you everywhere...if you're nice to me, chances are I am going to make your shopping experience a positive one.
   
   
6. Save your receipts!!
   
   
7. Displays are just that. We put them out so you can see what the item is going to look like out of the package. This means you don't really need to open that package. Chances are its going to look just like the display!
   
   
8. If you do feel the need to open a package. Please ask for assistance. We're there to help.
   
   
9. It's also not my fault your credit card or check was declined. The machines never give a reason, so please don't ask me. It's between you and your bank.
   
   

I'll save the rant about my favorite manager for another time.

I love this painting.

Angelic and divine. Oh the excitement! Glad to know I am being appreciated. *Waving to L.*

Thanks to H. for his encouraging words about my June 24th entry. *hugs*

Grrr. I am hating my job again. It's not because of the job itself, but well, some of the people I work with. And I am not alone in hating one particular manager. At least with my last manager I liked her as a person, even if I did not fully like her management style. With the guy that replaced her, I don't like his management style OR him as a person.

I try to be open to things that are "new." And I'd like to think I am pretty easy going. But he just rubs me the wrong way and it drives me crazy. From planning everything "like a chess game" to our conversation today:

"Do you need to change your day off?"

"No, unless you want me to change my day off."

"Well, you just called out the last two Mondays...and if you have things you need to do, we want to accomodate you."

(Um what the hell? I called out Monday, and Thursday two weeks ago) "No, I was sick." Excuse me if I get migraines. *sigh*

He is really making it unbearable.

I am drooling over the IZEK.

It was cold yesterday. And it rained later in the evening. And the sky seemed to glow. And there was a rainbow, a full arch. It was beautiful and made me smile.

I drove by the liquor store today. Not less than four TV news vans were parked out front.

Winning ticket bought in S.J., but who has it? Not me! *pout* And what's even worse is that this liquor store is less than a mile away. *pout* LOL.

Dear X,

It's over. And I really had no say in the matter. You think it would be a decision of two, breaking up. But apparently, it isn't. One half of a couple makes up their mind, and the other half really has no say in the matter. Oh sure, they can whine and plead and beg. But really what does that do? Make me feel better? Make you feel worse?

How long had it been since we last had seen each other? A week maybe? A week and a half? If I really wanted to be anal, I could count the days on the calendar. Did it happen before Valentine's Day or after? Or was the inkling just happening then? Soon to be sparkling on the forefront of your mind?

And I was oblivious to it. Or perhaps I saw it coming and subconsciously pushed it to the recesses of my brain.

The dress I wore hangs on the drawer pull of my dresser. I haven't worn it since. And special lingerie worn only once but never fully appreciated. But I can still relive every sensation, every look, every caress in my memory. How I leaned my head on your shoulder and you kissed my forehead. At that moment, everything felt complete and right. How I fretted on the choice of cards and how happy I was that day even though we said our goodnights early -- everything seemed okay.

And now when I look back, I can see it starting, and it was almost as if you were saying goodbye then in a very subtle way. That kiss wasn't just a tender moment...but a farewell.

And the silence that followed, which was so agonizing. I knew you were busy, deadlines coming up on big important projects. The flutter in my stomach when I received a message from you, sending my pulse racing...

That night is so clear in my head, waiting for you at the book store, reading a magazine, sipping a mocha, my perfume wafting up...and how happy I was when it was to be tonight that we were going to see each other after so long. Carefully choosing just the right outfit, brushing out my hair, making sure the make-up is "just-so."

Hooking my arm through yours after hugging you close as we walk out to your car, the night air crisp and cool. You gallantly opening my door and waiting for me to slide in. My hand resting on your thigh as you get in, looking at you and smiling as we make the usual pleasantries. But your eyes look tired, and I just want to scoop you up and hold you and fall asleep, and you sit back and I brush the hair off your forehead.

The silence surrounds us, and I wonder to myself why you aren't starting the car. And its almost a whisper when you tell me that we have to talk. And I knew then, it all became painfully clear.

"It's not you." Oh it's never you...never. Oh, but I had to have something to do with it, otherwise we wouldn't be sitting here in the dark having this conversation. "If its any consolation, I know what this feels like..." My thoughts are swirling yet all I can say is is okay...over and over. "Do you have anything you want to say?"

"I can't put into words what I want to say." I don't want to cry, although the tears are burning my eyelids, and now even as I write this months later, they fall uncontrollably.

Silence, a long period of silence. I look out the window absently. I want to look at you, but I know if I do I will start crying and part of me wants to be strong and mature about the whole thing. It's a beautiful night. Stars are shining, the moon is bright, and my happy little world is falling apart. I unfasten my seatbelt with shaking fingers and scoop up my purse, "I had better go." I knew if I sat there any longer I would start crying and heaving and accusing just to make myself feel better and hurt you. "I'll talk to you later." And you look at me with sad eyes, and all I can think about is everything that happened between us, and your words. How it isn't me, yet I seem to have more feelings in this relationship.

I sit in my car for a long while crying, my head on the steering wheel. I drive home in a blurry daze, and shut the door, undressing slowly and I sit in the middle of my bed crying. And Mom knocks and I tell her to go away. Yet she comes in anyway, wanting to talk about it and I don't want to talk. I just want to be numb so I don't feel the emptiness.

And so I write to you, it just pours out of me, everything I wanted to say when I was sitting in your car. And then I fall into a dreamless sleep. And when I wake, I am exhausted, yet I force myself out to my manicure, and the whole day I am on the brink of crying, yet I am out of tears.

"There were some feelings there. They changed. Unfortunetely this happens alot in life, as I keep learning.

If feelings never changed, two people would never honestly be able to tell each other they love each other and break up later. Something that does happen alot.

Maybe because I'm a guy, maybe because of how I grew up, feelings and cognitive thought processes don't really go together.

If there was a first thought, it would probably have happened during one of my long commute drives that I thought about what I'd feel if we weren't seeing each other, followed by what I thought you'd feel.

The fact was I didn't feel into the relationship any longer..."

I still don't understand, and I never will it seems. Your response is circular, responding to my questions but never really answering any of them. It's the most frustrating thing in the world.

I think about you often. Even now. I sent you an e-mail on your birthday, and I never heard back. That's what makes me sad even now, why the tears still fall, that in all of this we've lost a friendship. And that hurts most of all.

Yep, it's over, and I had no real say in the matter. *sigh*

The bruise on my arm is huge. I mean almost two inches in diameter. And its starting to change colors. A. poked it yesterday. "Does this hurt?" OUCH. LOL. It was actually pretty funny.

It's been very hot here, but I am sitting here in wisp of fabric that seems to be a night gown of some sort, the fan is blowing. So I am actually comfortable at the moment. Other than the itching. For some reason my legs are really itching right now. Hmmm

Okay I just dozed a bit, so I should sleep.

I walked into a shelf yesterday and now I have this unsightly bruise on my arm, and of course it was almost 100 today so that meant a sleeveless top. Oh it was a glorious combination.

But thankfully my car passed its Smog Test. Whee!!

I made an appointment yesterday at a new nail salon. Stopped by on my way home. Imagine my surprise when I go to my appointment today and they don't have me down. I was so mad. They asked if I could come back at 4p.m. And I said yes. But I didn't go back, I just went to my regular place. I had them airbrushed this time around. Pictures to come.

Salon Technology | You, too, can be a drug kingpin A friend at work beamed me a copy of Dope Wars for my Visor and now I am quite hooked on the game. LOL.

*** Sony sued over 'The Animal'

WEST PALM BEACH, Fla. (AP) - Two parents have sued Sony Pictures,claiming the studio falsely marketed its comedy "The Animal" toyouths. James and Ana Morris claim Sony failed to warn moviegoers adequately of scenes involving human and animal sexual acts that are inappropriate for children to see. The couple filed the lawsuit Thursday in Palm Beach County Circuit Court. It seeks $15,000 to $75,000 in compensatory and punitive damages. The parents said they took their twin 13-year-old sons and 10-year-old daughter to see the movie on June 3. James Morris said the movie, starring Rob Schneider as a man who receives transplanted animal organs, should have been rated R instead of PG-13. Sony spokesman Steve Hagey declined comment on the lawsuit.

I wish parents would take responsibility for their stupid actions. Um, hello, if they were so unsure of what a movie was going to be like, one or both of the parents should have pre-screened the movie to see if it was appropriate for their childeren. Common sense people!! Geeez. Instead we use lawsuits as scapegoats for our stupid mistakes. Next thing you know someone will sue for spilling hot coffee on themselves. Oh wait, that already happened...

By the way, Happy Father's Day!

Sometimes my thoughts run so fast and I think, "Oh I want to write about that!" and then the next second, it has flittered away to where it had come from. I can never always catch them. And then I dwell on other things.

I just took my watch off. It has one of those stretchy metal bands, and now my wrist has a faint mark left from it. Three marks on my wrist. One from the real gold bracelet given to me by my mother, the other from the fake gold bracelet I got at Target. I love the sound it makes, the friendly jingle as the five interlocking loops clang against each other. So all day today, when I was bored at work, I would slide the bracelet off and jingle it in my hand. Or align the rings. Or roll them up and down my arm. I would love a real gold version of this bracelet, but I don't think it would jingle in the same way.

Oh there go my eyes...time to go to bed..my computer is still not charging.

I have an urge to visit Bonfante Gardens Theme Park -- Home of the Circus Trees! which just opened near me.

I'm still up. I am not really sleepy, but should go to sleep soon.

Oh why do I always seem to get the migraines on my day off? Actually I guess that is probably a good thing, since then I would have to stay home from work and that means a smaller paycheck since I am out of sick days (being they only give us three) and I used those up eons ago.

I want a new computer. Well there are alot of things I want right now, but a computer is on top of the list. LOL. Actually in April I can trade this one in for a new one. And next time I am getting all the bells and whistles. LOL. DVD and at least a Pentium II processor. Then I can play my games!! YAY!! :o)

So because of the migraine I slept most of the day, escaping only to the post office and my manicure appointment. Current color is the salon's "Sapphire" but which I would call "Royal Purple." It's gorgeous. I actually brought Max Factor's "Blackberry Wine" with me, but then I spotted this color. At least when I am getting my manicure I can kinda just float on my thoughts for awhile. It's very relaxing.

My eyes are drooping, I need to sleep...

I actually just finished a book. I bought it yesterday and I had to finish it. It wasn't Pulitzer Prize-worthy or anything, but then most of those mass market paper-backs aren't. This was Nightshade by John Saul. Ghosts and skeletons hiding in the closet.

Moulin Rouge tidbit. Marilyn Manson was orginally set to cover Nirvana's "Teen Spirit." Apparently, Marilyn and Courtney Love (Kurt Cobain's widow for those of you who don't know) are not on any sort of "terms." And since Courtney Love's contract says she has final approval, the song was rerecorded by an unknown band days before the premire. Interesting. Just thought I'd share. I saw that in this week's People magazine.

I covet one of these purses. I saw one at Nordtrom's the other day, it had a pug on it. They also had one with a 40's bathing beauty. *sigh* Someday.

I feel a bit blah about life in general right now. I can't explain it. I am sure it has a bit to do with the whole PMS thing, but I am feeling as if I just want to shut myself up in my room and do absolutely nothing. Sleep. Just go through the motions of everything. I wish I had my own place. I am so sick of everything here. I want something to call my own. If only I could wave a wand or wiggle my nose and have everything begin fresh.

I paid bills today. Ooooh the excitement. I actually have some money left over. But I need to get my car smogged and an oil change and pay my car registration. Oh I hope my car passes. I can't afford it not to.

I should go to bed...but first a shower...let the water just pour over me...

In case anyone was wondering they are adding Vitamin C to ketchup now.

As usual I don't want to go to work today.

Well I got an explanation via IM last night:


M.: hi i have to explain something to u about yesterday i was racing to get to the movie theater and i got pulled over for having a taillight busted and for speeding and then the cops came back after running my license and pulled their guns out and ordered me out of the car they then handcuffed me and read me my rights and took me to the police station and put me in a holding cell they then fingerprinted me and took my mug shot i didnt know what the hell was going on i finally found out that they were holding me for suspicion of being a bank robber but at around 1 30 this afternoon they let me go cus they caught the right guy and apologized and let me go

Kristana41: what the hell?

M.: so i am sorry i didnt make it to the movie can u forgive me it did cost me a night in jail

M.: it was no fun

Kristana41: geez

M.: freeky shit huh i was 1 1/2 hours late to work

Kristana41: and what did they say at work?

M.: they asked but i didnt tell them anything cus it was 2 embaressing

Kristana41: one last question...wednesday night your screenname was on my buddy list...

M.: probably my wife she has my sn and password just so she can go in to make sure i am not hiding anything

Kristana41: good thing i didn't go off since i almost did

M.: thanks ;-) i would have been better off staying in jaol if that had happened

I never know what to believe anymore.

My computer is still not charging. I wonder if it has to do with the power outage we had yesterday. It was just long enough to mess up my schedule.

When I was little, I used to pretend to be an opera singer. I would take a long flowing scarf and wrap it around me like a wonderful evening gown. And put my hand to my chest and my other hand extended and sing my arias. Other times I pretended to be a tight-rope walker. I would string yarn from doorknob to doorknob in the hall -- not running across the room, but rather against the wall. And I would get a chair and try to balance myself on the sagging string. It never worked. We still have the same ugly green and white shag carpeting that we did when I was a kid. Of course, it's not so green or white or shaggy anymore.

Grocery shopping with my dad at Albertson's, we'd go up and down every aisle, me hanging dutifully onto the cart. But at the end of the "odds and ends" aisle, there was always a rack of those polyester chiffon scarfs. I liked to look through the colored veils, pretending no one could see me.

Mom used to listen to Bob Dylan records on the huge monstrosity of the stereo -- a huge monolith of wood, designed to hold the speakers and turntables. Sometimes she'd let me listen to my Disney records with the books. They had Tinkerbell's "sparkle" to tell you to turn the page. The stereo is gone now. Finally hacked into pieces since not even the Salvation Army would take it away.

Or spinning on my Grandmother's chairs pretending I was flying across the ice like Dorothy Hamill, setting up elaborate wedding scenes with my Barbies in her backyard, sitting in front of the TV eating her special pancake men with topped with whipped cream and maple syrup. And if I was lucky, vanilla ice-cream. She still has those chairs, and the low round blonde table, now stained cherry.

For some strange odd reason my lap-top isn't charging. Hmmmmmmm.

Snakes. I think I like this interpretation better.

Dream explanations Seems alot of people are dreaming about snakes.

I drempt of snakes last night. They were small ones, and I could grab a bunch of them with one hand. I put them in a bottle to try and kill them. The bottle was filled with liquid, they kept trying to get out. I threw the bottle into a dumpster. Then I saw someone carrying the bottle and I tried to get it from them. I didn't want them to let the snakes loose. But the bottle was open, and the snakes were bloated.

I looked up snakes in the database program I have on my Visor. It's not good. "A snake, being the ages old symbol of evil or satan, makes it a bad omen to have one show up in a dream..."

Perry Mason is on now.

Well we weren't late for the movie, I made it. We took separate cars, since he had to be somewhere after the movie. We had planned on seeing Pearl Harbor. But its a three hour movie and we had missed the start time. So we agreed to go see Moulin Rouge. I get there...and I wait...and wait...and miss all of the previews and he never showed up. Grrr I was so mad!! He got an earful on his voice mail. It will be interesting to see what his excuse will be.

But the movie was AWESOME. I loved it, it was the most beautiful, visual movie I have ever seen. I am dying to see it again. The music (I recognized, Sound of Music, Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend, Like a Virgin, Smells Like Teen Spirit, All You Need is Love, Your Song...just to name a few), the costumes, everything was just great. There's a book, I am going to have to get it for sure. I see a new outfit in Gene's future!

It's late and I am still awake...I have been having an interesting conversation as I flip channels, Emmanuelle is on one of the cable channels. I got sucked in by the cheesy music.

Pears sound really good to me right now.

1:30pm I hate waiting. We're going to miss the movie I want to see

It's amazing how four months can change your life...

A full moon is shining through my window. Bright and full. I wish I could be sharing this moment with someone. *sigh* Why is it that we base our entire selves on someone else, that we can't feel complete until we have someone to share with? I truly don't know. Maybe its just me? I go through moments, days, weeks, that I think to myself that I truly enjoy being single. But then at other times it grasps me in the pit of my stomach, and I think that I will always be alone.

It's driving me crazy, I want to e-mail B., or call him or *something.* I want to know what's going on in his life. I want to be in his life again. There is a small emptiness that will never be filled. It got sucked away into nothingness when I was sitting in his car, trying to remain calm as I looked straight ahead at the lights of the bookstore. And I think back to how moments before I was so happy to be seeing him that night. Getting ready, smiling and singing, brushing out my hair, putting on make-up, a dab of perfume. Contemplating the perfect outfit, getting hungry. Then all in a time-span of 15 minutes, my happy world is crumbling at my feet.

I need sleep...my eyes are drooping, perhaps the moon will swallow me up while I am dreaming.

The bruise on my knee is almost as big as the one on my heart.

My knee hurts...I walked into the door this morning, and scared the cat with my yelp of pain.

Ahhhh so most of it is done. Take a look-see at bluishorange. What a gorgeous site. I aspire to this one day. *smiles*

I actually volunteered to go into work early tomorrow. Amazing, and to pop in on my day off!! I don't know what has come over me. LOL. Actually overtime is good. We have another corporate visit on Thursday, and G. wants me to make sure all the displays look good. I usually work Thursdays, but it just so happens that I have this Thursday off! WOW!! Two days off in a row, I don't know what I will do with myself!! Tee hee!! The "kiddie" room needs LOTS of help, so that is my task tomorrow. Thankfully J. and M. will be there to help.

Now my a key is acting all weird...time to pop it. Grrrr now I can't get it back on....grrrrrrrrr.....

Well most of the tweaking is done! Yipee!! And the most exciting news, my script error is GONE YAY!!!!!

I think I am going to tweak the way genre looks. I've been itching to do that, lol.

The Saga of Kaycee Nicole -- perhaps Kaycee and D. should get together.

Can I just say that the script error really bugs me. LOL

On a semi-related note, I fianally got my q, d, and the recently drafted w key to cooperate with me like they are supposed to. Yay for tweezers and canned air.

Still craving pasta salad, and I missed the oppurtunity to slip the ingredients onto the shopping list. However we do have a fridge of meat to be barbecued tomorrow. Sausage and chicken and hamburger. Mmmmmmeat. I love being an omnivore.

Bush Twins Cited for Alcohol I think the majority of people forget their wild college years. The Bush's daughters cannot be the only ones caught and cited for underage drinking. It really is a double standard I think though. President Clinton's daughter, Chelsea never really had any moments in the limelight, her privacy was respected. Because Clinton was such a darling of the media giants, and Bush is of the other party...following me here? Hmmmmm....but really, what business is it of ours the goings on in his private life, as long as he does his job?

I think the makings for pasta salad are going onto the shopping list. Mmmmmmm

Oh and olives, my pasta salad has to have olives.

I am craving pasta salad for some reason. Tri-color pasta, kidney beans, garbonzo beans, Italian sausage and marinated artichoke hearts. YUM. I literally drooled over that large jar of artichoke hearts as Costco earlier tonight. Next time, next time...

I should go to bed, I can't really say why I am still up, it's still very warm here. Warmer here in my bedroom, since I refuse to leave my door open, and my window is closed. The window, since I have a row of Genes up there on display, my door, since I like the privacy. I do have a fan going. However its at least 10 degrees cooler outside of my room.

I am off to Nona's later (that's Grandmother in Italian for the rest of you folk). She gets depressed in this hot weather. And while still pretty active for an 87 year old, she doesn't really like to go out alone in case anything happens. She worries alot, my Grandmother. She tends to dwell on things she has no control over, or things that have happened in the past -- the what-if's. And since my Mom did not spend her usual two days over at her house, she is feeling a bit lonely and suffering from a case of cabin fever. I go in at 2, so we are going to head to the bank and do an early lunch. Thankfully it is supposed to be much cooler tomorrow (today), not to mention, she has air conditioning. Ahhh if only she had a pool or a hot tub! LOL.

By the way, new nail color: Cover Girl's Orange Crush.

If someone can explain to me why I always get script errors when I open this page in IE 5.5, I'd really appreciate it. I suspect it has something to do with the Geocities ad, but I could be wrong. Thanks. :o)