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[ November 19th, 2008 | 2:02pm ] |
On of the higher end directors here at the school district said I should have been Xena.
I love when old people talk about Xena.
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| Hmmm |
[ November 18th, 2008 | 5:14pm ] |
There are 3 cop cars outside my house. I'm sure I didn't do anything illegal.
At least not this time.
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| Married! |
[ September 9th, 2008 | 7:04pm ] |
Teresa and I went to California over the weekend and got married yesterday, 08/08/2009.
It sounds weird to be married. A very GOOD weird.
EDIT TO SAY: My dyslexia has kicked it... It's supposed to be 09/08/2008. Thanks to K for pointing this out! DAMN!
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| It's a birthday! |
[ May 13th, 2008 | 7:03am ] |
Just wanted to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY Teresa!
Love ya, baby!
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| Krayden Alan Loe |
[ August 20th, 2007 | 9:26am ] |
Introducing my new nephew! He was born today, August 20th. I'm SO EXCITED!
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| Hiiiiilarious.... |
[ June 23rd, 2007 | 9:42am ] |
The more you watch this, the funnier it is:
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| Hmmm |
[ November 22nd, 2006 | 7:48am ] |
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The trolls frolic freely within the compounds of my mind.
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| Because I'm bored. |
[ May 19th, 2006 | 7:13am ] |
Leave your name and:
1. I'll respond with something random about you
2.I'll challenge you to try something
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you
4. I'll tell you something I like about you
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours
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| Heh... |
[ August 8th, 2005 | 8:41pm ] |
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Belle tries to bury her chewies on the middle of the ottoman. She uses her little nose to try to cover her chewie with invisible dirt. She's a freak.
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| Pup pup dilly up up! |
[ August 8th, 2005 | 8:13pm ] |
Hey... wuzzle?! Not too much hereya... I reformatted my computer over the weekend and now the mouse pad on my laptop isn't working correctly. I'm trying to download a driver from Compaq, but the bastardous computer company has a broken Installation Link! DAMNIT. How can I try correctly when my mouse pad keeps clicking every where! RAR!
So, we had quite the exciting weekend. Oh yes. We got a new dog! Her name is Caramel (Cammie... Teresa provided this name) Mocha (All me) Loe (I wanted it to be Loe-Johnson, but Teresa doesn't find it appropriate... hehe), because she looks like a Starbucks drink. We had to come up with 3 names, because she's a pure bred and if we want to register her, she has to have three crazy names. LIKE SHE'S A HUMAN. Well, her color is anyways. She doesn't really look like a cup of java or anything. She a dachshund (a weiner dog.. hah! I said weiner!) and she's very very cute. I'll have to put up some pictures up when she stops being EVIL and will SIT STILL FOR TWO SECONDS and I can TAKE A DESCENT PICTURE of all of her CUTENESS! MUAHAHAHHA.
So far, our other dog, Belle, loves the new puppy. I'm surprised over this, because when we take Belle to Teresa's sister's there's a puppy there who Belle would love to KILL WITH HER TEETH AND CLAWS AND THEN EAT HER SOUL. But the sister's puppy is super hyper and a freakin' spaz and jumps on your face over and over. It's really annoying. Our puppy really isn't all that evil. Actually she's pretty mellow. And Belle LOVES her. She tries to play with her all the time and eventually the baby gets tired of it and wants to run away. Hehe. I think that's pretty funny. Old grumpy dog annoys little baby puppy. Ahhhhhh... That's how it should be!
AHHH THE TOUCH PAD IS EVIL.
I cannot type any more, what with the fingers touching the touch pad and causing annoying things to happen. I shall write again. Soon. SOOOOOON.
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| Pickles.... |
[ August 4th, 2005 | 7:20pm ] |
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They're pretty good. I was reading over some of my past entries and MAN... what a FOOL. I'm bored at home again. I don't know why I've been updating this thing so much. I guess it's because I need an outlet. A wall outlet. To plug my laptop into... so it doesn't die.
I'll also put my tongue into said outlet.
Because it's fun.
And I like fun.
But I do not die...
I do not die like my lap top.
I die like a small chicken with its head aflame.
So today... hmmm. I finished this problem at work. My crazy Russian co-worker went out on maturnity leave and I was left to do all her work. Does anyone know how frustrating it is to work on someone elses work?! ESPECIALLY THAT WORK OF A CRAZY RUSSIAN?! She is one crazy Russian.
But I've never met a Russian that wasn't crazy.
I only know one Russian.
The odds are FOR ME.
100%... and 2 pennies.
I've been working too much lately. Who knew that working could be so damn taxing? Especially when you sit on your ASS ALLLLLLL DAY. It melts my brain into a million little brain like pieces. Then I must eat them to put them back into my head. It really is a vicious cycle. One that requires cycling. Like Lance Armstrong.
We have a dog. Her name is Belle. She is a Lhasa Apso. She is so cute. I wish I could pet her. She is so far away. I like gum. Gum is good. Belle cannot have gum. She gets it stuck in her fur. It will not come out.
I am bored.
With myself.
When I get bored... I touch myself.
NO, JUST KIDDING! I don't really. I was just thinking about that song "When I Think of You, I Touch Myself". That sure is a long song title. I wish my name was a long song title. Like "Amber is the Night that turns her away......" With the periods. That would be my name:
Amber is the Night that turns her away Kay Loe.
It's awesome.
Oh and the quotes... don't forget the quotes.
Hmmm, what else can I talk about? I don't want to work tomorrow... oh wait, I DON'T HAVE TO! Hahahha! I love when I get to take days off. 15 days vacation a year IS NOT BAD. Plus I am the SHIZNITZLE at work... and can do as I please. Even torment Russian women and dance on the desk. WITH my clothes on, of course... not that anyone would mind if I were naked. BUT I WOULD MIND. The jubblies must stay within the santuary of my clothing.
Jubblies.
Clothing.
Both essential, yet not needed in every day life.
I am a rambler.
Oh, I was reading that one story Ingy talked about... Playing the Part of Herself, or whatever the fuck it was called. I'm liking it. I read it as I'm "working" and it sure does make the day go by faster. It's a pretty good story so far. I do have one qualm... she should've drawn out the "Can I have her or can I not?" thing FOREVER more... I hate stories where the characters get together too soon. The second they have sex, all I see is "BLAH BLAH BLAH... she licks her soft lips with the tip of her... blah blah BLAH... 'Mmmm, that's good stuff.. please keep touching m'... blah blah blah... 'Oh you're so amazing, let's love each other forever. Oh please don't leave' blahhhhhhhhhhh....." Dude, the BEST PART IS THE CHASE. Just like those stupid action movies... the only parts you can watch are the chase scenes. CHASE. We ALL LOVE A GOOD CHASE.
Anywho. Game.. must play. BAH DAAAAAH.
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| Mmmmmm... |
[ August 1st, 2005 | 7:01pm ] |
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I went to Mexi... Douglas, Arizona over the weekend while we were at Teresa's sister's house over the weekend... Douglas, Arizona is approximately one mile away from the Mexican border and is an experience all in itself. We were standing in the middle of Walmart and I hear an announcement come on over the loud speaker in English. This is a normal, every day occurance that happens in all stores, I know... But after the English announcement, there was the same announcement in Spanish. There was like a sound of relief after the announcement was over, like all the Mexicans there were saying "That's what they were saying! That pesky English is always screwing us up!" It was... fun. There's really not a whole heck of a lot to do at Teresa's sister's, so going to Walmart is an experience like it is in any small, hicklike town. The Mexicans make it even more exciting.
While at Walmart, for some reason the check out lady found out were weren't from Douglas, but were indeed from the WHITE MECCA which is Phoenix. She asked why we were there and it was hard for me not to say, "Well, we heard that this was the best dang Walmart this side of the border." They did have a nice produce section, which is amazing, because every Walmart in Phoenix has the SHITTIEST PRODUCE EVER. It's like they took a bunch of shit left over from the Douglas Walmart and threw it into a huge moving van with no A/C and left it to bake there over a week's time. Mmmmm... Old, moldy and stinky produce. My favorite.
We had speghetti tonight, which I made... and I have to say it turned out pretty good. We had some garlic bread and zucchini.... Teresa just spit the garlic bread on me on accident... anyways... it was pretty good... The food... not the spitting.
Now some Mike's hard berry alcomahol sounds good, but ALAS we have none. It makes my ass fat, anywho. And that doesn't need to get any fatter, BELIEVE YOU ME.
Anywho... the tv beckons and I must watch. I bid thee well, LJ!
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| Cheese |
[ July 30th, 2005 | 11:12am ] |
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I was asked to talk about cheese. I use to not like cheese, but as I get older, I can appreciate the cheese. Cheese, cheese, cheese. Sharp, pepperjack, colby, munster, mozzarella... I can go on and on about cheese. But I won't, because cheese is boring.
I am currently at Teresa's sisters right now. I just fixed their wireless connection and so there are 5 people on computers right now. We're nerds. Really really really really nerdy. What family would rather play online games together than watch tv together? It's interesting, really. Online games are very strange. While you're playing them, you're sucked into this perpetual time warp. You look at the clock and it’s 7:30 and then you look at it again and BAM it’s 11:00! Then you have to say goodbye to all your friends online and it takes another hour and then it’s 6 in the morning and you have to work and then your day is screwed until you get home at 4:30 and can start playing again. PERPETUAL TIME WARP. Stupid time warps.
Teresa has a 5 year old Nephew who’s crazy. Very crazy. I think all 5 year olds are crazy. They’re entertaining, though. I can tell you one thing… if you want silence, do not sit around a 5 year old. He’s getting better as he ages, though. He’s not as bull headed and OF THE DEVIL. He’s only of a lesser demon. While lesser demons are still evil, they’re a lot better than OF THE DEVIL!
Hmm, what all has happened to me since last I wrote… Hmmm… I a new position at my job that I make more money at… then they gave me a raise on top of that. I got a new car and 2 months later, someone hit me on the freeway. SERIOUSLY. I hate cars. Hmmm. Ummm, Oh, I bought a huge tv, too. Making money kicks ass. We want to buy a house soon, but house prices are OF THE DEVIL, TOO. EVIL.
I’ve gotten really boring.
Word of the day: boring. I am boring.
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[ July 10th, 2005 | 8:32pm ] |
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Test
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| HAHAHHAHAH!!!! |
[ June 16th, 2004 | 2:24pm ] |
So, I lost my job.
AND NOW I HAVE THE BEST JOB IN THE WORLD. I'm a Programmer! My TITLE is Programmer! HOW SWEET IS THAT?! I've been waiting for so long for it!!
I actually had 4 job offers, but this is the one I really REALLY wanted. And I can't believe I got it.
Anyways... I'm just super excited and wanted to tell the world. :)
Amber Loe: Programmer.
HAHA
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[ March 10th, 2004 | 8:12am ] |
HAPPY BIRTHDAY INGY!
I hope you have a great day, my dear!
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| Words... of the Day! 02/27/04: Same Sex Marriage. |
[ February 27th, 2004 | 10:48am ] |
That's right. I brought it up. I'm gonna say it. SAME SEX MARRIAGE. See... I'm bold. Plenty can be said upon the subject matter. I mean, really... lots of people say lots of different things. And they even say things about SAME SEX MARRIAGE. (See, I said it again. And I like to repeat myself. So what? SAME SEX MARRIAGE) So, how should one take such a controversial subject matter such as SAME SEX MARRIAGE?! Well, what they really should do is MIND THEIR OWN FREAKIN' BUSINESS. And focus on their OPPOSITE SEX MARRIAGE and figure out why THEY KEEP GETTING DIVORCES AT A DROP OF A HAT.
That's right. I said it. Straight marriages are for the birds. Not that SAME SEX MARRIAGES would last forever, but at least we'll be happy for... EVER. SAME SEX MARRIAGE, SAME SEX MARRIAGE, SAME SEX MARRIAGE.
Why is it that the only people that are pissed off about these SAME SEX MARRIAGES are the "Family Rights" groups? Seriously, don't the parents in these groups know all their kids will grow up to want to be a part of a SAME SEX MARRIAGE? That's right. Your kids will be GAY as the DAY is... GAY. Or something.
So, here's a message for all those Right Wing Bible Thumping Activists. Don't forget to wear condoms. Because if you do, your kids will be gay. Have a good day!
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| Music... |
[ January 26th, 2004 | 2:14pm ] |
Mmmm. Music. If I could eat music, I would. And do you want to know why? Because music is ohhhhhh so good. I wonder what music would taste like? I guess it really depends on the genre of that music. I mean, Italian tastes completely different than let's say... Mexican food. So, of course Alternative, would taste way different than Country. I bet rock would taste a lot like Mexican food. You know why? Because sometimes it's good and sometimes it's bad. I mean, Alternative sometimes leaves me with indigestion, and I can't even eat it. That's the sad thing. But, sometimes, there's a few songs that are oh so good, that even if you do get indigestion, it was so worth it. And that's mexican food...
You know the best thing in the world is to eat and listen to music. Why you ask? Because it's oh so very relaxing. Food is good for the soul. Music is good for the soul. And sex is good for the soul.
Not that we were talking about sex or anything. But really, it is good for the soul.
Sex.
Music.
Food.
What more could a person want in life?
A new word.
It's Musexood. That's right. That's the best word in the world right there. Musexood is the best thing for the soul. All at the same time.
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| Despair |
[ January 12th, 2004 | 1:26pm ] |
Now, there has never been quite a word such as despair. I'm thinking it's taking from two different words - "de", which in Spanish means "of" (at least I think so) and "spair", which is obviously suppose to be "spare" like a spare tire. I'm thinking some people just can't spell.
So, if we put the two words together, it means "Of Spare" or "Spare of", because in Spanish, lots of things are backwards. Hmmm... "Spare of" almost sounds like "Sparrow", if you think about it and say it really fast. Go ahead, say "Spare of" really fast. Like, over and over. What does it sound like to you? Right, it sounds like "Sparrow". So, really, "despair" could be mistaken for "sparrow", if you really think about it.
And the definition of "sparrow" is a bird. And birds fly. So, how can anyone truly be in despair, if they're free like a flying sparrow? That's what I'd like to know.
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| Love... |
[ January 7th, 2004 | 7:43am ] |
Hmmm. Love. What's that all about? I'll tell you what it's about. It's about waking up on a Tuesday morning to an evil alarm clock and the love of your life rolling over and hugging you so very tight. It's when you go to bed at night with a complete sense of perfectness, that you never knew what hit you. It's also the most difficult thing in the world to understand.
Love. It's four simple letters, but to most people, it means the world. It's what battles have been fought over and what thousands have died for. People have even been blindsided by the lack of love. They go through their lives, alone, because they have not found love. They do not understand why they feel the way that they do, why they feel empty, because they have never had love, how would they know the difference? But once they find that one little four letter word in their life, the world changes completely for them. Things become alive. New thoughts and prayers and wishes and dreams begin with this new person. You do things for this person that you never thought you would do. You would never even think of doing.
So, what's this love stuff all about? I'm not sure, exactly, but I'm finding out every single day.
:)
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| Beauty... |
[ January 6th, 2004 | 8:26am ] |
They say "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder". What exactly does that mean? I find myself asking. I often wonder, what if the beholder has no eyes? Then what? What is beauty to the person with no eyes? Is it the sound of wind whipping through their hair? Is it the smell of freshly cut grass on a warm summer's day? Or would it be getting their eyes back? Because, I'm sure the last image that has been engraved into their mind's sight right before they lost their eyes was not a pretty one. Well, maybe it was full of bright colors and sparkles. I mean, I think sparkles are beautiful. But... then what was the image before the sparkles? Was it of a sparkler? Maybe it was the Fourth of July and there was an errant sparkler that blew up and destroyed the eyes? Then, personally, if ever I got my eyes back, I'd probably be afraid of sparklers... and would probably wet myself the next time I saw one.
But, what's the chances of you getting your eyes back after you lost them to a horrific sparkler accident? And what if you did and they were the eyes of a monkey? And when you opened your eyes for the first time since the sparkler accident, with the monkey eyes in your head, and you saw that your beautiful blues have been replaced by those of an ugly apes brown eyes? Would you rather just be blind as not to see the beauty that was once you? Or would you rather look into those dark brown monkey eyes and say "Ahh, it's just as well. Now I can see the beauty of the great outdoors." But, what if the last thing the monkey saw was so ingrained into your new eyes that you only saw what the monkey saw? Maybe the last thing the monkey saw was a sparkler. And if it was, now your most horrific fear will taunt you for the rest of your days.
So, maybe something that is beautiful to me, like a sparkley sparkler, could be some terrible reminder of your tormented past.
Maybe it shouldn't be "Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder", but instead "Beauty is in the eyes", because without eyes, where's the beauty?
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| Productivity... |
[ January 5th, 2004 | 12:58pm ] |
Productivity... what is it all about? Is it about going to work on those lonely Mondays after a long vacation and catching up on your e-mail? Or, is it about writing in your LJ while you're at work and you're bored? There's so many different types of productivity.
For example: I'm at work. And I'm writing in my LJ. Work would not find this productive. But I find it mighty productive, because I'm not bored. And because it entertains my friends... And.. because... well just because.
But, is my boss who is quietly working behind me being productive? He probably thinks he is, what with taking all the calls to help the many nameless souls that call in on a daily basis. But, he could sit there, with his phone off the hook and no one would know any better. Why? Because there are 3 other people in here being "productive". I doubt he even thinks what he's doing is productive.
It's like making money. Money making is not productive. Why you might ask? Because you spend it. And then you must make it again. How is that productive? It seems like you're taking a step back every single day, now doesn't it? I had a hundred dollars. Now I have three cents. Productivity has gone down the drain.
I mean, without the money, you'd be living on the streets with no food. But, you could collect cans. And that might be productive to you. But, to the guy on the side of the road who passes you buy in his brand new BMW, while you're holding up your "Will work for Alcohol" Sign, you're not being productive. But, if he gives you a buck, you're being productive. In his eyes, though, you're still not productive. You just took his hard earned dollar, that he was probably saving for his next hooker and now he'll have to go back to work and be productive again, without actually being productive.
It's all relative, you see. I typed a lot. That was productive. You probably read the first three lines of my LJ entry. That might have been productive to you, but to me, you just wasted all that productivity, because you should've read the whole entry.
Now who's productive?
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| Wise. |
[ January 3rd, 2004 | 10:32am ] |
Being wise... is it about actually having something to say that might make people say "Hmmm... that's interesting. Let me ponder that one for a few minutes." Or is it about finding the root of yourself... the root of everything you stand for and then telling people about it? And then they figure out that hey, that's a lot like me.
For example. I'm a dork. But, I'm wise. Do people who aren't dorky find that I'm wise? Probably not. They probably think that they wouldn't be caught dead in my presence. And you know what? I don't mind... I'm too cool for you anyways!
Too cool...
For you...
Anyways.
Are those words of the wise? Is "too cool for you anyways" a wise thing to say? Would people think that "too cool for you anyways" could relate to them in any way? And if it doesn't, would they still think me wise? And if they don't, well, all I can say is let's see what words of the wise you have in your head and let's see you post it on your journal. And then let me read it and let me decide if it's wise or not. Then you can say "I don't care if you don't think I'm wise! I'm too cool for you anyways!"
Stay tuned...
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