crazy pound pup
You need a ride?
Well come on girl
hop in the truck
-- Jason Mraz

Why do they use a caulking gun at Taco Bell to squirt sour cream on tacos, gorditas, chalupas, et al??

Really -- is that the image you want to portray in your fine food establishment? Outfitting your sour cream workers with weapons. Don't you know when it's not busy, those teenagers working back there are shooting each other with the sour cream?

Of course no fast food story or observation can even parallel what went down at Wendy's in college with the chili ------


Amy

It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
-- Biggie

Ok, so I went to Target yesterday. I'm chilling and minding my own business. I was cruising around near the milk and trying to peel back the thick layers of medicine fog to determine if I, in fact, needed yet another 6 pack of 20 oz. Dasani water, or if I had enough for the week. Up the aisle, back down the aisle.

So I decide against the purchase of more water and turn around. I glance down and see a ten spot on the floor. I reach and grab it and immediately begin questioning everyone in close proximity to said bling bling if this was their bank roll in my palm. I got several no's and then this one dude took the bill out of my hand to closely inspect it... I begin to think that the wheels in his brain are spinning in the direction of, "Hmm.... I should just take this from her." But he thought it over and handed it back to me, just in time for his wife to walk up and say to me "Hey, it's your lucky day."

So, with that, I walk off. And I'm thinking. Now, I already know what I'm doing with the money, no doubt, but you know, you still think about it. I checked out and went to the service desk.

An approximately 16 year old boy with the dirty Q-Tip hair style that I loathe was working the desk. "Yeah, can I help you?" "Uh, I found this money by the milk case." "Way cool!" Followed by boy snatching said $10 out of my hand and shoving it in a drawer next to him. I stare blankly. Now, I didn't expect a commendation or award for my honesty. But you're thinking what I was thinking, that child is going to pocket that money just as soon as I turn around. So I slowly start to walk away and Q-Tip shouts, "Hey, that was honest of you."

Yeah, yeah it was. My good deed of the week and Q-Tip will be using it to buy the new Fat Joe CD, or some more peroxide.

Amy

Many Congrats to Heather and Omar Latiri! They hitched it this past weekend, so congrats to you both.

lots of love,
Ames

It's Friday night and I feel alright
the party's here on the west side
-- Montell Jordan

Wow! Am I glad it's Friday!

(is that the end??)

Amy

I've never been there, but the brochure looks nice
-- Sheryl Crow

What is with the buddy factor?? I'm talking about boys calling each other buddy. Conversation overheard:
boy 1: Hey, if you could take a look at this error, I'd appreciate it. Thanks buddy.
boy 2 (whose name is not, in fact, "Buddy"): Sure, man. Not a problem.

Ok, before any of you say anything, let me just admit that I use "dude" and "man" in the same fashion in conversation. But I do it in jest always and only when the vernacular of the group is super casual and it seems appropriate. It’s endearing. It’s cute and it almost always elicits laughter.

So knowing that I do it may be why my ears perk up when I hear someone else do it. I wonder what boy 1 in conversation would have thought if boy 2 had of said, Sure sweetheart, not a problem.

My very wise friend Breezy once told me that she was going to make a point of saying the person’s name that she was talking to in conversation. For example:
Amy: Hey, how’s it going?
Breezy: Hey Amy. How are you?

See how nice that is. Try it, maybe swap up a “buddy” for the person’s name. This is an especially nice touch if you casually know the person – it lets them know you know who they are and care enough to call them by name. But you guys can just call me dude, that’s cool with me.

Amy

Random song lyrics, I know, but it's the only thing I could think of at the moment with Red in it. So, this is going to be weird, but I have a question for you...

Do really hot redheaded guys exist? I'm talking about drop dead goregous guys that have what I like to call "fire engine red" hair. I have seen some beautiful guys with blonde, brown and black hair, but never a rehead.

Do they exist?? Have you seen one??

Amy

I hope you can find the time
This weekend to relax and unwind
-- Janet Jackson "Escapade"

Please, please, please everyone -- pay attention -- have a good weekend and don't stress, don't worry, do absolutely nothing and enjoy it!

=) Ames

I'm a Toys R Us kid

Why is it that when you reach a certain age it's no longer cool to go to Chuck E. Cheese for your birthday?? see, after a certain age, you have to be cool and not do the kiddie stuff. Now that I'm like 25, I'm wanting to act like a child. Why do we have to grow up? Anyway, I have had a very fun birthday celebration week. Many thanks to those of you that participated in the festivities and a sincere we missed you to those that are far away. Anyway, let the quarter life crisis commence.....

Amy

Ok, so you had to know that I’d eventually get back to the elevator topic, right?

Of course the elevators have been screwed up for the past few weeks. One in particular just seems to refuse to shut its doors, even after you select your designated floor. Let me stop here and say what I told my good friend Holli a while back. I want to get on an intercom somewhere and scream, “What the hell is wrong with you? No, not some of you, but all of y’all!” The good news is that I found this incident amusing instead of infuriating -- y’all do know my temper.

So, I was walking to the elevator with a friend and we stepped on one that was already crowded. More folks got on after us. A crazy old man who apparently suffers from “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it any more” syndrome was by the buttons. He had punched the buttons for all the floors that our rag tag bunch of passengers yelled out to him. Now, let’s be off. But no, this elevator decides to act a fool and refuse to shut it’s doors. The natives grew restless. The old man promptly balled his fist up and punched the door close button. For this injustice the elevator shrieked beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!!! And still refused to shut the door. Now I’m standing in the back and I’m thisclose to jumping off said elevator. Now the old dude is really mad, he mutters something and takes his fist and repeatedly punches the buttons as if he was contending for the heavyweight championship of the world.

Way to go, old man – now you’ve made it mad! Finally the doors groan shut and we inch upward. Meanwhile, I begin running my big mouth about how this is the elevator that was messed up last week. Pop! The floor makes a noise beneath us. I’m still talking. ( I swear, I couldn’t stop. I was like Ross in “The one where Ross can’t flirt”. You know that one – when he orders all that pizza to try to flirt with the delivery girl and he ends up talking about how they add smell to natural gas.)

Anyway, now everyone is murmuring about what would happen if we got stuck. I declared to aforementioned friend that she would have to knock me completely unconscious if we did get stuck. Everyone laughs. POP! Goes the elevator! Now we’re for real nervous. The lady in front of me turns around and says, “Mmm hmm. Ms. Dabbs, I see, we will be blaming you if we get stuck!” With each stop at each floor we inch towards 9 and freedom. After the old man bails, I can’t resist and I say, “What was with that guy punching the buttons?? I think he made the elevator mad.” Everyone laughs and agrees and we all breathe a sigh of relief when the doors do open at 9 and we pile off. Crisis averted.

Stayed tuned for scenes from tomorrow's Office Space Elevator Chronicles ------

Ames

Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words
-- Jason Mraz

I have absolutely nothing to say today. Don't know why, I must just be tired. So I'm fresh out of the madness for today, kids. Stay tuned, though, I'll bounce back.

Oh -- you must go see Pirates of the Carribean. Not typically my type of movie, but I LOVED it. Johnny Depp was amazing. Still not sure what the deal was with them putting black eyeliner on him with a Sharpie, though.

Amy

I say pah-tat-o
You say tomato
I say to-mot-o
Let's call the whole thing off
-- Cole Porter

"Words, words, words"
-- Hamlet

Ok, first in news, a huge rat ran across the road in front of me the other day on the way to work. It made me want to puke, really, it did. Why did the rat cross the road? To get to the better garbage can on the other side? Who knows. Anyway, it was nasty. Again, like previous bug entry, why do rats exist? What is their purpose? They carry disease and stuff, they don't do anything good that I know of, so what the deal?

Now, onto words. Johnny Depp is starring in "Pirates of the Carribean: The Curse of the Black Pearl". Do you say Care -uh - be - uhn or Cuh-rib-e-uhn?

What about research? Is it ruh-search or rE-search?

And my favorite -- data -- dat-uh or date-uh?

Don't you always kind of feel weird in a meeting and you say, uh, yes, we need to tie that date-uh base in with this site. And someone else says, what's the purpose for the dat-uh base? Then you start in again, well, the date-uh base serves this function. Then them, well, do you have to build this dat-uh base from scratch? Does it drive you nuts?

I don't care that I speak differently from other folks, that's fine. It is just a little twlight zone for me to have a conversation and hear the same freakin' word pronounced different ways.

Ok, enough with that, "E-- ther, eye- ther, Nee-ther, Ni-ther, Let's call the whole thing off" (Insert snaps in a Z formation here)

Amy

You just stand there
I could say so much
But I don't go there, 'cause I don't want to

Do you ever wonder what people are really thinking? Like when you're sitting in a meeting and you'd just give your left hand to know what is running through everyone's minds. Sometimes I worry too much about what people think. I mean, not on a personal level, per se, but more on the business level, I guess.

I'll be all up in a meeting and I'll think, hmm.... what if this was a good idea -- maybe I should share it. Then I think, what if it is the worst idea in the history of the world other than Michael Jackson's hair being anywhere near an open flame in that Pepsi commercial. So sometimes I sit thereand say nothing. And I shouldn't and I'm totally working on it.

Or, you may be like me and sit in most meetings and think, now, this impacts me how? and I have to be here because why? I stared out the window a few weeks ago, not paying a single bit of attention during a meeting. In the back corner of my mind, I could almost swear I heard someone say, "Amy, do you have anything for the group?" I ignored the voice. Then it grew louder and was preceeded by a small cough, "Uh, Amy, do you have anything for the group?" Oh, me? Hmm... "Uh, no. thanks." And the funny part is, I wasn't embarassed, in fact, I coudn't care less! this is only because I know every other person in the room was not paying attention, either.

Like I'm sure you're not paying attention to this either --- right? right??!! =)

Amy

Hi Lee Ann and Christie ----

Yes, yes, I'm a huge nerd/dork! sshh -- don't tell anyone, though! =)

Amy

it's like the more money we come across
the more problems we see
-- Biggie and Puffy

Ok, first off! weird, but kinda cool. You know, you guys that read this site are my buddies and that's the only reason you know it exists. If we ain't friends, then I'm not telling you my url. I know this is bassackwards from the way the real world web stuff goes -- you typically want traffic at your site. And don't get me wrong, I want all of you guys to read here and rant and comment here, ok? But how bizarre when a random person stumbles on this site and leaves a comment.

Go back and read May 6, 2003 -- the last comment is someone I don't know. Hey, kiri-kun -- thanks for stopping by and thanks for the comment! Weird, though, that could be anyone in the free world! And, get this, he or she, as the case may be, is right, if you go to google and type in "I am barely breathing" my site turns up as the 4th entry! This is what it says:

AmyDabbs.com: I am barely breathing
« testing 1, 2 | Main | It was great fun » May 06, 2003 I am barely
breathing and I can't find the air don't know who I'm kidding ...
www.amydabbs.com/archives/000080.html - 9k - Cached - Similar pages

Hmm.... welcome to the world wide weird! Oh, the lyrics there, I was going to do a "Making the Band" on MTV rant, but this was far more entertaining!

Amy

a Yankee Doodle do or die
a real live nephew of my uncle Sam
born on the 4th of July

Happy Independence Day, y'all (I know, I know it's tomorrow)! I'm so glad to be American and to say what I want, do what I want and believe what I want. I'm grateful for sandals, crop pants, sunglasses and the fact that I can go to school, have a job and not be forced to stay indoors and wear a veil. God Bless America.

In other news, Happy Birthday (tomorrow) to my boy, Chris!! Thanks for being my own personal webmaster and a great buddy! Miss you, man!

Amy

I'm gonna tell everyone to lighten up
-- Sheryl Crow

I'm minding my own business last night, watching my tv and all and then the commerical came on...

"No matter what I do, all I think about is you" No, this wasn't Nelly and Kelly singing, mind you, this was a bunch of little kids. I slid to the end of my seat. Oh, how I would love to hear how Kidz Bop would have said the line, "Oh no, she got a man and a son though." This diddy was followed by, "I gotta get through this" by Daniel Beddingfield and "Don't let me get me" by Pink.

Ok, now all throughout the ages, kids have listened to music. Kids listen to adult stations, kids hear what their parents and older siblings are listening to. Any 9 year old can turn on the radio and hear "go, go, go shorty, it's ya birthday, we gon' party like it's ya birthday" and anything else under the sun. This is nothing new at all.

My question is what in the free world is this Kidz Bop crap?? Please take a minute out of your busy schedule and look at the songs on these CDs. I mean, it says they are kid friendly and that's good. But just how freakin' weird, man. When I was 9, I was buying (or rather, asking for) Debbie Gibson and New Kids on the Block tapes. Who wants some lame version of a cool song sung by a bunch of kiddies? Maybe kiddies do, I don't know!

Anyway, just weird and I had to share!

Amy

slapping out a tempo
keepin' perfect rhythm with the song on the radio
I gotta keep rollin'
-- Eddie Rabbit

This has to have been the most rainy summer I've ever seen in my entire life. How can they expect me to be productive when I'm sitting here in wet clothes. No umbrella was necessary today -- may as well have left it totally in the car.

I shouldn't complain because I was very fortunate that it didn't rain on Friday. In case any of you were wondering, the concert was off the hizzle for shizzle! Matchbox played every single song they have ever released and every single song off their new album. It was most definitely worth the money. Seriously thought about driving to Atlanta the next day to see them again. But, reason beat out spontaneity (never have been good at that, case in point -- Club La Vela, May, 1996 ----)

Anyway, now, if you'll excuse me, I must go walk around the building in hopes that my clothes will dry faster....

Amy