Dana Fisher

There is a woman that every day makes my life a little more stressful. Her name is Dana Fisher. Dana is the main contact for one of my biggest accounts. I talk to her almost everyday, or atleast every other day. However every time I call her she has no clue who I am. I spend the first 5 minutes of every phone conversation re-explaining who I am, and why I am calling. We have spoken probably 15-20 times before, yet she still is at a total loss of who I am when I call. Today Dana Fisher called me...and her message went as follows....

"Hi, My name is Dana Fisher with the ____ _____. I am calling regarding a billboard that we have with your company. I was wondering if you could give me a call back at your earliest convenience...my number is ###-###-####. And again my name is Dana Fisher thats D A N A F I S H E R with the ______ _____. Thank you so much."

Not only did she give me her name twice and spell it she also gave me her phone number which I already have on file. Dana...what is the deal.?

gym friend or foe?

every morning between the hours of 6:30-8 you can find me at the gym...(just in case you were looking because I don't keep my cell phone with me, so you would have to find me at the gym) Anyways. So people at the gym in the morning are a pretty friendly bunch. Me..well I am still trying to wake up well into my work-out. But the other people there are the kind of people that have been up since 5 gotten there kids, or husbands off to school and work, and then when they hit the gym it is their "me" time, and this in turn makes them happy.

Every morning like clock work i try and get the Elliptical machine that is right in front of the Today show. The other options are Fox news...(no thank you) and ESPN....(ummm no) So the Today show is my favorite to watch while I get my work out on. Beside said Elliptical is a tread mill, and every morning like clockwork this man...prob late 50's is also getting his work out on. And somehow in the course of us both working out on side by side machines, well....we got to be work out buds. I would walk in (usually he had already started his workout before I arrived) and he would give me a nod across the room. Then he started by saying hello, and the next thing I knew we were taking off our head phones and chatting it up while treadmilling, and Ellipticaling. It was nice to have a familiar face at the gym every morning. But I will be honest when I am sweaty, burning calories I am not really into making any new friends. But since we shared common workout ground I figured what the hell...Ill give this guy a shot.

So about a week goes by and we are really forgeing a solid work-out-next-to-eachother-every-morning relationship. When last Thursday I got to the gym, and behold...someone had taken my Elliptical. I was forced to move to another one...in front of ESPN...ughh. As I stood back behind my work-out buddy, and his new friend I watched them both talking and laughing....like I had meant nothing.

So the next day I figured this was just a one time thing. I would be on the Elliptical today and we might even discuss the jackass that thought he could take my Elliptical. But here is where it gets weird...My workout buddy moved down a machine...! Putting an entire machine in between us. And he no longer nods, or says hello, or even acknowledges my prescence anymore. He just goes about his workout, and I go about mine. And yeah....its sad. But Im working through it. i just wish we had some kind of closure... I just can't get out of my head that it was something i did that made him move down a machine.

Another one about the Olympics

Ok I just don't get the olympics. I mean I get them, but some of the events I am just so amazed by how people even got involved in them in the first place. Like the luge. Who has a local luge that they can go to and get good at that? It is a huge tunnel made of ice. I don't think I have been anywhere that had a luge track....and i have been a lot of places. And what makes someone want to be good at that. its not like basketball, where you grow up watching Michael Jordan, and can head to the park and shoot hoops. I just don't get it. And please...don't even get me started about curling.

Me and B were talking last nite as we were watching the aireal ski events...like how do people get enough balls to try that the first time? They slide down this really steep hill, (which in my opinion is scary enough) only to be met at the end by a 50 ft. ramp which sends them soaring into the air. And if that wasn't scary enough they have to land it...standing up! This one American who they call "speedy" did this thing called a "hurricane" which is apparently the most difficult thing ever attempted, its like 5 flips in the air, or something ridiculos like that...how did his coach talk him into doing that?? I can't even do a cartwheel.

one thing that made me laugh today

I saw a man today with a "tricked out" mo-ped/liquor sickle/DUI mobile. I swear this thing had fake rims, and was airbrushed blue and white. On the back was an airbrushed license that read "The Drifter". I guess this guy is just making the best out of a shitty situation.

Idol Chat

So last nite was the first nite of American Idol...it is finally to the point where America can vote for who they love. thank god.

The nite started off strong, and then my girl Paris got up there, and sang her little heart out. For those of you who may have watched, but don't know who Paris is she sang "midnight train to georgia" Not only is this one of my favorite songs...and me and B's song, she tore it up, and got nothing but rave reviews from Randy, Paula, and Simon. I could have turned the tv off right there, and been happy voting for her.

Some of the others you can tell will be leaving in a week or two. Mark my words that scary opera girl will be gone next week. While I was getting ready for bed I was wondering if even her parents would vote for her. And how did she make it this far? And why are her lips so weird, and just what was she thinking in general. Nobodys idol is an opera singer...at least not in America.

So then as I was ready to vote for Paris, who came along but the last girl who's mother is a voice teacher....I don't know her name, she sang Streisand, and tore it up. Babs would be proud. Now Im at a loss on who to vote for, so every week I will vote for both. Its only fair. And I will pray that in the end its not just those two standing, because that kind of decision is one that I could never make.

Global Warming...even Frosty is pissed.

http://www.theonion.com/content/node/44676

I think this article is a brilliant example of standing up for what one believes in...It just goes to show you that two eyes made out of coal, can still see that the weather is wack.

30 cents

I swear...whenever people come to town to visit it is like the good old college days all over again. Or atleast we try our hardest to make it that way. Thank God people only come back every so often. My body just can't handle the type of partying I used to be accustomed to.

Saturday night some friends were in town. We all started at BW3's for wings, and beers. Then onto a private party of some guy named Chuck...or Charlie, or something with a C. Either way I had no idea who this boy was, but ended up at the bar drinking his free beer. Thanks Chuck whoever you are...
After the beer went dry we headed to the 519er to continue the party. That is when shots started to be taken, and thats where things get fuzzy. I really don't do shots anymore. I may take a tequila shot here and there from time to time, but thats the extent of it. But Saturday if there was shot being taken I was front and center. We went from tequila, to jager bombs, to georgia peaches, and then the clencher shot was the upside down pineapple cake shot. if you have never tried an upside down pinapple cake shot try one...it is absolutely delicious. however its so good, that you feel like you are eating dessert, not drinking alcohol. this makes the shot deadly. because when something tastes good you want more of it. and thats the problem i ran into saturday. it tasted so good going down, but seeing it again the next day....well it put that shot into a whole new perspective.

there was a lot of dancing saturday night, and when I woke up sunday morning i found a nickel stuck to my left boob, and a quarter stuck to my right. so i made 30 cents...somehow. it was a fun night though...the kind you can only have every so often. it's the kind of night that makes you miss college........... and then you wake up.

Well Hello Mr. Miller

If you haven't been watching the olympics...well you aren't missing much. However I do have one thing to say about the 2006 winter games...damn....no....double damn. Because in this years olympics there are some of the hottest atheletes I personally think America has ever produced. When people refer to America as "america the beautiful" there is a whole new meaning in 2006. One athlete that has caught my eye, and has made my stomach go flip flop is Mr Cutie Pants himself.. Bode Miller. (literally even typing his name makes me hot) If you don't know who this dreamsicle is google him right now.....i'll wait..............................................................................


Oh my god...isn't he such a dream!?! He is now doing Nike ads, so watch for his cute tight ass there. Otherwise you can catch my ski bunny Bode skiing his heart out for a gold in Torino. I hope he wins, only so I can see his Carolina blue eyes and svelt body on top of the medal stand. I think I may love him.

tricks, hoes, and bling

So last nite I watched Hustle and Flow with two of my favorite people. And I have some things to say about it...

Let me begin by saying it wasn't that bad. Although it reminds me a lot of 8 mile, its really not bad. Terrance Howard gives a good portrayal of the wannabe rapper D-Jay from Memphis, and the movie even has a suprise ending, that I sure didn't see coming.

That being said I have had my fill of rap for a little while. Im not trying to diss rap, however its just not my favorite musical genre. I do like some rap...Chronic 2001 is one of my favorite CDs, I enjoy Jay Z And I enjoy Kanye...(his music, now in real life he acts like an idiot.) Anything that has good lyrics, and a decent beat I will listen to. However I can't stand music that is all about rims, tricks, and how big your diamonds are. I guess I was just raised to be modest about how much I had...not to sing about it in list form. In the movie Hustle and Flow the songs he sings have the following titles: "You know it's hard out here for a pimp", and "Whip that trick" It makes me giggle thinking about those titles...I mean who talks like that? And should these things really be played on the radio?? That being said I guess I could contradict myself....I mean I have never been, nor met a pimp, but Im sure it is hard, and when tricks start acting up I guess they should be whipped. I guess this pimpin, and trickin lifestyle is not one that I am used to.

So I would recommend Hustle and Flow, even if you don't like rap. I think it has some decent acting, that helps the story line out. Terrence Howard is definitly proving to be a versatile actor. Do I think he will win the oscar....prob not. But he is on his way.

A New Blog Ya'll

Check Out my new blog...don't worry the Funny One isn't going anywhere. I just had a little idea last night, and here I am a bloggin maniac.

www.thequestiongirl.blogspot.com

The Greenville Mall...come see for yourself.

So today it was rainy and yucky...I cleaned, did laundry. All things that make for a great Saturday in. But then I got to feeling froggy, and decided to head to the mall.

I always go to the mall in Greenville with hopes that something new will have opened up, or that they have remodled, but as usual I find the same thing...an old mall that has the most random stores, and some pretty interesting characters.

I shouldn't complain. The mall here does have a Gap. A store that I have built a wardrobe on, but other than the Gap the stores in the Greenville mall leave much to be desired. There are stores like "Rainbow" and "The Body Shop" (no not the hip scent store) These stores amaze me. The clothing in there would be what you would call "club wear" Cheap Cheap Cheap is the name of the game in these stores. I think if you were to wash any of the clothes that would fall to pieces the first time even on the gentle cycle. The clothes I am speaking of are the kind that are very form fitting, and usually backless...things that would go perfect with any stripper routine. And the sizes in these particular stores only come in small, medium, and large. However no large woman should be caught dead slipping into one of these garments, but sigh...they do, and make all of us stand back in amazement at why someone would actually wear something like that.

Today the mall was hopping. I guess everyone was stir crazy in there house, or they were shopping for that white teddy bear holding a large "I love you" heart for the upcoming holiday. I wish a man would give me one of those one day....I can honestly say that it would be something I don't have. My personal favorite today was the kiosk that was set up with balloons, but not just any balloons. These balloons were larger than life, and they would customize one for you, by putting a any white teddy bear holding a heart inside. Why do people want balloons filled with teddy bears? I feel bad for the bear. It has to be hard to breathe in a balloon.

I guess over the years the Greenville mall has gotten better. When I say better I mean about 3 years ago they did away with smoking inside. When I first came to school here I couldn't believe that you could walk around the mall and smoke while flicking your ashes on the tile floor. I guess someone on the beautification committee finally came to there sense and said "people might not want to buy new merchandise, and get it home smelling like they had already worn it to the bar." Cheers to that person.

It does at times depress me that it is the only mall here worth going to. Thank God Raleigh is only an hour away.

So come for the cheap booze, and the fun times, but think twice when planning a trip to Greenville for the shopping.

situation: comedy

Last night on Larry King they had the cast of Growing Pains....everyone remembers Growing Pains....you know the Seavers. Kirk Cameron, Tracey Gold, Alan Thicke, Joanna Kern, and Ben. Anyways it got me to thinking about how tv used to be when I was a kid. I think the good old fashioned sit-com is now dead. Sure there are attempts, but they fall short when compared to sit coms that once were. Now these shows come on Nick at Nite. And are considered "classics" Shows like "The Cosbys", "Cheers", "Golden Girls", "Growing Pains" "Different Strokes", "Gimme A Break", "Facts of Life" "Designing Women" TGIF...shows that I grew up on, and were watched during family time at my house. Do people still sit down and watch tv as a family, and if so what are they watching?I know its not CSI, or 24. Don't get me wrong. I think there are still some winner sit-coms on tv, Will and Grace is the only one that comes to mind, and other than that tv is consumed by reality. I am a total reality junkie, but I do miss the good old shows that had simple plots, laugh tracks, and really good characters. I watch with hope all the new shows that come on during pilot season, and nothing has yet to compare to the "classics".

a couple of things

today as i was walking to check my mail my neighbor was dragging her christmas tree out of door to the dumpster....i would say this is a little late, i mean it is february, but also her dispute might be that shes on top of things for spring cleaning.

what was brittany spears thinking?...no not taking her kid for a ride on her lap in her mercedes...i am more concerned with the outfit she chose to wear to Kanyes pre-grammy party. I mean i feel bad for her baby, but don't we come to expect this kind of thing from britt? the clothing choice just made a bad situation worse if you ask me.

speaking of the grammys i heard mariah is really pissed that she is not opening the night up, and madonna is, or maybe its the other way around. either way would that not be a great bitch fight?! my moneys on mariah.

don't email me your bullshit

Ok... the first thing I do in the morning is check my email...inevitably there will be about 20 emails that i delete, and some are from people i know. this really pisses me off. Do not send me shit that says if I send this to 10 people then my wish will come true. People...who out there really thinks that if you send an email on to people that you will find the love of your life, or get lots of money?...this just ain't happening. Please don't send me those emails. Email was invented as a wonderful way to keep in touch with people. Its painless, and you don't even have to buy a stamp. In our lazy American world email allows us to sit in our pajamas, and correspond with people without leaving the house. Email was not however invented to make wishes come true, or bring on bad luck to those who refuse to comply with these mindless forwards. And for those of you who put things like "this probably won't work, but might as well try" in the subject of your forward...your right. it won't work. what you are wrong about is that trying is taking up time out of your day in a hopeless pursuit. Whats more its using up space in my inbox. Why dont you use that time to drop a line to someone you haven't heard from in a while? Know this...if I send you a forward its worth sending...it either has funny pictures, or something humorous to lighten the work day. But note: If you get a forward from me that prompts you to forward it onto 10 of your closest friends....i probably don't like you.

i love ice cream sandwiches...

..so Wednesday i joined a gym. I have been thinking about it for a while, but had some reservations. After what happened to me the last time I joined a gym Im sure you could understand why...well first things first....

the last time a joined a gym i hated it. It was Golds Gym in Charlotte. If you haven't ever been to a Golds gym it is a gym where all the pretty people go. People who work out everyday, people who are professional worker outers, and people who buy things called supplements at GNC....you know the type. Anyways I thought I would give it a shot. So one of the guys who worked there Mario gave me a tour, and had me sign up for a one month trial in which I paid 49.95 for. And I went...for about two weeks, and then i hated it. I just couldn't stand all those meat heads who tan in the winter eyeing me up in down in my Corona t-shirt, and ECU sweatpant cut-offs. So i gave it up. And didn't hear from Golds Gym for about 6-7 months..when apparently Golds was bought out by Peak Fitness. Peak Fitness took my contract, and since Mario had not written anything about a one month trial they assumed that i was late on about 7 months of payment. And then they charged me about 600.00 for late fees, and monthly charges...so you can see why i was a little hesitant to join another gym.

but what i joined Wednesday isn't a gym....its a "Wellness facilty". Everyone is super nice there, and there are no men, or women there whose muscle mass makes them a freak of nature. Its really just a lot of senior citizens, and i love senior citizens. So I am fitting in well with my new work out people.
And now I can enjoy this ice cream sandwich I am about to devour without remorse because I worked out this morning.

a joke for friday...

A woman is doing her weekly shopping....she heads to the produce aisle picks up some bananas and some oranges. Stops by the deli and gets a pound of ham, and some cheese. She gets milk, and a box of cheerios, She runs through every aisle stocking up on the necessities, and of course some junk food here and there. After her cart is spilling over with merchandise she heads to the check out. She stands in line, and flips through the latest issue of People. As she is standing there a man walks up behind her. He has a basket full of groceries, and starts eyeing her shopping cart. The lady notices him, and the man says to her
"you must be single."
The woman takes a look at her grocery cart seeing the large amount of groceries she has and says
"ummm...why do you think that..??"
the man replies...
"because you are fucking ugly."

he he he...tgif!

one horse towns

If you have never been to the eastern part of NC you might not know that Eastern NC is just one small town after the other. After you hit Raleigh the towns get smaller and smaller. So with my job being sales, and my territory being Eastern NC, (not including Raleigh) you can imagine that on a daily basis I travel to all these little itty bitty towns, and meet some very interesting characters along the way.
Yesterdays travels led me to Selma NC. Just to give you an idea of of what Selma is like it has 3 stoplights...and just over 5000 people. Selma is apparently the "antique mecca" of Eastern NC. And I was selling a billboard to an antique dealer there. Firstly the guy that I sold the board to is named Warren. He is never given me a last name, he just prefers to be called Mr. Warren. Thats what everyone calls him. I got to his antique store, and as I was getting out of the car Mr. Warren walked up with a wad of one hundred dollar bills in his hand, and said..."you must be Corina. Im going to head up to the bank, and make a deposit, and I will be right back." So then Mr. Warren set off up the road on foot with hundred of dollars in his fist. Now in most cities a man walking down the street with a fistful of money has either just robbed someone, or in the near future going to be robbed. But not in Selma.
So as I am leaving I need to fill up my gas tank. I stop at the gas station, and as I am pumping gas I see a crowd of people out of the corner of my eye. As the crowd gets bigger I nudge over to see what the crowd is looking at. And there I see two dogs fucking. Hmmmm. Interesting. I guess this is what people do in Selma for fun. I didn't want to watch...something told me this was a little disturbing.
Some other things that were weird about the day is that in Mr. Warrens antique store there was a whole section of mugs that looked like womens breasts. The kind you get at Myrtle Beach in a Wings store. Also in the break room/ Mr. Warrens office there were two clocks on the wall that were both broken, and someone had set each of them to read 4:20...
So Selma NC....if you are looking for antiques or are into beastiality head North on I-95. Exit 98 will get you there. But don't blink, you might miss it.