1946 Smith-Corona Floating Shift Typewriter

Add some flare to a boring office or workspace with this classic piece.

Comes with a black portable case (has a couple minor scratches)and brand new ribbon.

All keys work, in mint condition.

Fun Times

It's been a really, really really, really, long time since I've hung out with my best buddy, Jen. She moved out here earlier this year and we haven't spent much time together. But alas, here we are, I'm using her mac, btw, to post this. Since her husby is out in HB this weekend for an interview, we decided to have a girls (and toddler) night out on the town. The night started out with pot stickers and trail mix, followed by some soccer. We then walked about 2 miles to visit Glendale's new flagship, the Americana. We walked around, toddler played with 50 other kids in the jungle gym, did some shopping, and finished the visit with Pinkberry's. Here are some pictures for your visual stimulation.

Oh! I can't forget to publicly thank my thoughtful and amazing boyfriend for the new camera I used to take these pics. Thanks, Dave-bird.

Ladytron (and I'm not talking about myself)

A couple weeks ago my brother won a pair of tickets from KCRW to see Ladytron at the Fonda in Hollywood (just wanted to let you experience how annoying it is when people get carried away with hyperlinks or make the word 'here' the link instead of being a little more creative). Ha ha... my boyfriend loves it when I get super angry at such things like hyperlink etiquette or Pearl Jam posers. OK, enough of the side notes, this post is about how to stand at a concert. I've been to a few concerts to develop what I call the Gabstance. It's a pretty sweet stance where other fellow concert goers can't really crowd you in or have their soft, sweaty arms touching your tanned, muscular arms. What you need to do is basically keep your feet shoulder-length apart, put hands in front pockets and stick elbows out. If the crowd pushes forward, stick your butt out, it works every time. If you happen to be standing next to a drunken Latina, sharpen your elbows and keep those arms firm. She will then realize that she's only hurting herself as she would if she were dancing 2 inches away from a real 5'3 statue.

Anyway, the experience was quite colorful, not as much as the crowd though. We saw three bands: Modwheelmood (which I liked the best), Datarock (eh), and Ladytron (which I enjoyed but probably won't get into).

Time for a quiz.

Click on the hyperlink which is used correctly:

a.) Buy a t-shirt here.
b.) Modwheelmood put on a pretty good show last night.

P.S. I know, this post was mostly about hyperlinks and the Gabstance. I love the title so I refuse to change it.

Substitute Blues

Hi, it's a total drag getting a sub for your class (preparing sub lesson plans, students getting out of control, etc). Apparently, my 7th graders didn't react well to Mr. P. After getting a negative report, my team teacher had them type up a letter explaining why Mr. P called them 'rude' and an apology. Here's a sample

Gifts to Give

This month's theme: Gift Etiquette.

One of the 3rd grade assignments is to create a list in Excel of gifts you'd like to give to family and friends.

I wonder if the boots for Stefany are the ones with the fur?

Basketball

Thank goodness for Luke, he makes the game lovely to watch.

Sometimes, Creepy-Looking Guys Really Are Creepy

There's this guy at church that dresses pretty weird (women's faded skinny jeans, white flats, and cardigan). Well, he always goes out of his way to talk to me and I do return the convo but I must draw the line! He's been creeping me out and he knows it because he always begins the conversation with: "Sorry I creeped you out last time" and I respond: "THAT'S OK." Notice that I didn't say "No, you didn't creep me out." Anyway...

There's this other guy at church that had called me about 2 weeks ago to ask me out. I thought it was the creepy guy so I lied; I told him I was dating someone. I was on the verge of telling him the truth, but I couldn't find a "nice" way to say it. I wanted to say, sorry you're not my type and I don't want to waste your time or money and especially not mine.

Yesterdy, my sister came to church with me and I pointed out the creepy guy and said: "That's the guy that asked me out!"

She gasped and said: "NO! you've got the wrong guy!" and directed me to a non-creepy guy. She explained the situation to him.

We managed to patch it up somehow but the noncreepy now seems a little reluctant to take me out.