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You tell me... OK, fine, be that way! When I think of a description, I'll type it here. Or maybe here ---> x But probably not there | | | V |
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wThursday, May 20, 2004 | |
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Thank god I use Verizon National Cellphone Directory Nonetheless, Verizon Wireless vowed not to include its 39 million subscribers in the directory and chided the effort as "misguided." "We feel that customers like their wireless phone numbers private," Verizon spokeswoman Brenda Raney said. "Those customers who wish can have their phone number published right now in the regular White Pages phone directory." posted by Jenny on 5/20/2004 11:41:00 AM |
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wThursday, May 13, 2004 | |
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I usually don't do these But this one was too funny to pass up.  I finally got a second fish. It's actually my sister's, name forthcoming. I should write about all the trouble I got in at work (I only worked for 2 hours before I got sent home, if that's a clue) but I'm sure there's still much more drama to come. Plus, I'm still kind of spent from Grandma Issues. posted by Jenny on 5/13/2004 03:47:00 PM |
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wSaturday, May 01, 2004 | |
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Big Funeral Wrap-up (with pictures!) 
Someone sent us these, I think they're ugly, but I don't get a vote. 
The meat platter goes here. 
Because it's hard to read. 
These were nicely arranged After Eight mints that I found in my grandma's cabinet, but people attacked them before I could take a picture. 
My lemon bundt cake with mini chocolate chips. 
The white wine waiting to be chilled. 
A really, really old, unopened bottle of vodka from the liquor cabinet (no one drank any). 
One of the Easter-esque arrangements my mom has flooded the house with. 
Coffee? Regular or decaf. 
Got pickles? 
The leftover coleslaw, day 2. 
This is the necklace I chose to bury her in. Both my grandma's had these charms, but these were fused together so we were holding hands. 
I got this ring when I was 10. It's white gold with a small diamond and was sized to my 10 year old pinky finger. My grandma got it when she was 10, and since she never had a daughter she gave it to me. I hardly ever wear it. My asshole uncle (on my mom's side, his daughter is the one who just had a baby) pulled me aside after the service and told me that it's not fashionable to wear a brown sweater with black pants. He says brown and black don't go like you'd think they would. Mind you these are the black pants my mom and I bought because we knew he'd say something. What a prick. At the gravesite my cousin's step-kid tripped while he was throwing a flower into the grave. He ran after it and got right up to the edge and threw it in. The kid got reamed, not because he could have fallen in, but because he drew attention to himself. I thought it was kind of cute that he wanted to toss a flower, and I didn't think he drew attention to himself at all. I also didn't say anything about it, that it was ok and not to worry about it. I had hoped he'd come back to the house so I could play with him or something, but he didn't. My dad's baptist minister cousin brought a digital camera to the service and our house afterwards. That's one thing, but did he have to sit in the front row and use his pda during the whole thing? I know he's anti-Jewish (I'll be sure to tell that story some time), but come on, it's a funeral. The cantor we hired called my grandpa by the wrong name. People in the "audience" tried to correct him, but he insisted he was right. I told him otherwise. As if he knows better than everyone else. Stubborn much? We ended up loaning out my Grandma's old car so the 4 of us could go to the funeral together. I drove. The cantor boxed me in at the chapel and we couldn't follow the hearse to the burial. In general, people were upset at us for waiting the full 4 days to bury her. Apparently it was wrong to wait until my sister could come home for the funeral... Now I have to go back to entertaining the out-of-towners. Blah. posted by Jenny on 5/01/2004 06:11:00 PM |
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