"Valerie Jones" has joined match.
Imagine my surprise when I opened my email box to see an email from match with the subject line "New! First matches selected for *****" (her user id for match is not her real name, or, thankfully, mine). Naturally, I had to open the email.
Evidentally, she is looking for someone 33 - 40, and is probably 27 - 33 herself. She lives in California. I don't know exactly how match works, but each photo of a dude in the email has their age, their height/weight, their relationship status ("has been in committed relationships, but never married" is popular among these fellas), their religion (most have selected "Christian/Other" or "Spiritual, but not Religious"), and how they feel about having kids ("Someday, he will want kids" is a popular choice). One dude is 37 and looking for women who are ages 20 - 40. Twenty?? Good luck with that, buddy. Especially when you try to buy her a drink at dinner and she gets carded.
I tried to respond to the email to let match (and possibly Valerie Jones) know that there are 15 fellas out there who might be a match for her, but instead their info has gone to happily married me. It's one of those generic email addresses that just bounces back. I guess she's supposed to use the email as a reminder to log in to her account?
And it seems like she might still be looking for Mr. Right. I got another email today from match with the subject line "Your new matches!" I'm afraid to click on any part of the email. I do not want anything to do with match or the future Mr. Valerie Jones.
I wish I could email Valerie Jones and suggest she pick SeekinBaySista (he's tall, and has a nice smile) and drop Den01067 (whose photo shows him half in shadow, on his cell phone--creepy!), but all I can do is hope she realizes she isn't getting any match emails and fixes the situation on her own. Talk about lookin' for love in all the wrong places. I'm not THAT Valerie Jones, fellas!
Showing posts with label thoughts for thursday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thoughts for thursday. Show all posts
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Tell-All Thursday
Yesterday's photo might be a little hard to read. It says: Susannah Martin*, Hanged, July 10, 1692.
My dad has done a lot of genealogical research into both sides of our family--his and my mom's side. It used to be a hobby of his, and I see myself getting involved in the research once I have more time in my life (retirement years, perhaps??). History fascinates me, and I actually love doing interesting research. Plus, with so much information on the internet now, tracking down this type of information is much easier than when my dad started researching. I remember him exchanging letters with people all over the country when I was a kid, and he and one of his sisters would always talk about making side trips to courthouses to look through old records on vacation.
Learning stories about my own history makes the idea of genealogical research even more tempting. My dad has tells stories about my great-great-grandmother Agnes Daly*, who came from County Cork Ireland to American with her teenage brother. She was only in her early 20s, but she left the rest of the family behind. . .and brought that part of our family tree to America.
When we studied the Salem Witch Trials in school, my dad had another story of family history to share. He'd determined that our family is related to Susannah Martin, who was part of the group found guilty of witchcraft at one of the earliest trials. She, along with 4 other people, were hung on July 10, 1692, and their bodies were dumped into a mass grave. The photo in the post below is a marker at the site where she and others were hung in Salem.
I'm not exactly sure how we are related to her--I did some quick googling for her family trees and found both my mother's maiden name and my dad's last name (which is a very common name) in different places, so I am not sure which branch of her family ours came from. (I am certain, however, that my mother's side of the family and my dad's side of the family are NOT both related to Susannah Martin!) I did find out that one of Susannah's daughters (Jane) is a distant relation to President Chester A. Arthur*. I should be expecting my invitation to overnight in the Lincoln Bedroom any day now, right?
Anyway, we didn't make it to Salem on our most recent Boston trip, though we did see plenty of burial grounds and other spooky sites on our Ghosts and Gravestones tour. We took that tour our first night in Boston, and it was a neat way to see a lot of the city--even though places look pretty different the the light of day. The tour was fun (I'd taken the tour on my last trip to Boston with girlfriends in 2000), and informative. Our guide was (possibly unintentially) funny, but that helped make it a good experience for us. K is usually pretty grumbly when it comes to things like ghost tours, but he was a good sport and enjoyed it even though I think he initially agreed to the tour just to humor me. He's a keeper, that guy.
*Note: None of the names in this post are even close to my current last name, my maiden name, or even my mom's maiden name, so I felt comfortable posting them while still maintaining a necessary degree of anonimity.
My dad has done a lot of genealogical research into both sides of our family--his and my mom's side. It used to be a hobby of his, and I see myself getting involved in the research once I have more time in my life (retirement years, perhaps??). History fascinates me, and I actually love doing interesting research. Plus, with so much information on the internet now, tracking down this type of information is much easier than when my dad started researching. I remember him exchanging letters with people all over the country when I was a kid, and he and one of his sisters would always talk about making side trips to courthouses to look through old records on vacation.
Learning stories about my own history makes the idea of genealogical research even more tempting. My dad has tells stories about my great-great-grandmother Agnes Daly*, who came from County Cork Ireland to American with her teenage brother. She was only in her early 20s, but she left the rest of the family behind. . .and brought that part of our family tree to America.
When we studied the Salem Witch Trials in school, my dad had another story of family history to share. He'd determined that our family is related to Susannah Martin, who was part of the group found guilty of witchcraft at one of the earliest trials. She, along with 4 other people, were hung on July 10, 1692, and their bodies were dumped into a mass grave. The photo in the post below is a marker at the site where she and others were hung in Salem.
I'm not exactly sure how we are related to her--I did some quick googling for her family trees and found both my mother's maiden name and my dad's last name (which is a very common name) in different places, so I am not sure which branch of her family ours came from. (I am certain, however, that my mother's side of the family and my dad's side of the family are NOT both related to Susannah Martin!) I did find out that one of Susannah's daughters (Jane) is a distant relation to President Chester A. Arthur*. I should be expecting my invitation to overnight in the Lincoln Bedroom any day now, right?
Anyway, we didn't make it to Salem on our most recent Boston trip, though we did see plenty of burial grounds and other spooky sites on our Ghosts and Gravestones tour. We took that tour our first night in Boston, and it was a neat way to see a lot of the city--even though places look pretty different the the light of day. The tour was fun (I'd taken the tour on my last trip to Boston with girlfriends in 2000), and informative. Our guide was (possibly unintentially) funny, but that helped make it a good experience for us. K is usually pretty grumbly when it comes to things like ghost tours, but he was a good sport and enjoyed it even though I think he initially agreed to the tour just to humor me. He's a keeper, that guy.
*Note: None of the names in this post are even close to my current last name, my maiden name, or even my mom's maiden name, so I felt comfortable posting them while still maintaining a necessary degree of anonimity.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Thoughts for Thursday
So I had some issues with Wordless Wednesday yesterday.
First, my brother had sent me a pic of the back of my two cutie-pie nephews walking down the street. The older of the two was in the lead, and the little fella was hurrying to catch up. He called the photo "Where one goes. . ." Adorable! So I posted the pic, looked to make sure it was up, and went about my business. Later, I had a little blog-reading time, so I came back to go through my sidebar list of blog pals. Except, my pic was gone and a red "X" was in its place! Naturally, I filled in with my first thought--"Doh!" Somehow the original pic was a fail on my part.
Later last night, I finally loaded my pics from our Boston vacation off my camera and into my computer. I found the "world's softest magical unicorn" pic, and couldn't resist. I thin
k that was one of the first photos I took on vacation. Our first full day there, we decided to walk around our "neighborhood." As it turned out, our neighborhood included most of the places I wanted to shop. Coincidence? (mwahaha!) We'd already hit Zara, where I'd found a jacket (like a casual suit coat), and two sweaters. K bought a shirt, I think. We were walking down Newbury Street, when I saw the store window packed with yard gnomes. I couldn't help but laugh and laugh (and take photos). Yard gnomes--in fact, gnomes in general--are hilarious to me, but that's a story for another time. The store looked closed, and we didn't make it back by until our last day. I told K that if they had a gnome giving finger guns, I was going to have to buy it and hold it on my lap all the way home like a baby. I had a mental image of a gnome version of Buddy Christ, which perhaps only exists in my head. Turns out there were no finger gun gnomes in the store, although I did buy a couple of small things. (Including a "hanging with my gnomies" magnet.)
We also shopped that day at H&M, which was a little disappointing. Like our last visit to an H&M, I was overwhelmed with a feeling of being old and uncool. Last time (in NYC, August 2007), I couldn't find any tops that didn't look like maternity tops. This time, I couldn't tell if most of the tops were supposed to be shirts or dresses. I did find my way to their accessory section, though, and found a cute necklace, fun cocktail ring, and a pair of earrings. I think my total bill was around $15.
Our third main shopping stop for the day was Filene's Basement. Apparently, I need to really be in a shopping mood for Filene's, because the aisles and aisles of clothes were totally overwhelming for me. I didn't feel like digging around, so I made a beeline for the shoe department. Hello lovelies! I only bought two pairs--a pair of brown pumps and a pair of black mules. Love my new shoes. I think K bought a couple of shirts there, too. The best way to get him to agree to spend time shopping on vacation is to a) suggest stores that aren't available in Austin, especially if he's already been there and now knows he likes them (see above three examples) b) make sure that the stores have a women's and men's section. He's fairly willing to spend some time just hanging around if I'm in a women's store, but then he ends up pestering me so no one really has fun.
Our last day in town, we wandered around the neighborhood again, and stopped in at Lord & Taylor (just down the street from our hotel). It was too much like any regular department store for me. I entertained myself in the purse section (and admired a gorgeous clutch that was both super expensive and totally impractical for my life, so my credit card breathed a sigh of relief there) while K looked around. I mainly included this store on my shopping recap list because it was K's idea to go there. (!?!)
One of my favorite things to do on vacation is spend time walking around in different neighborhoods, exploring and wondering what it would be like to live there. Newbury Street is different than most shopping areas--much of the street looks like brownstone apartments, except that instead of a tenant's living room, there are boutiques with alluring window displays. There we also visited an olive store (I hope their card is somewhere in my purse), a little kitchen gadget store, and a music/comic book store that reminded me a lot of Waterloo Records. On this trip, I wish we'd spent more time walking around the North End (Little Italy). I hadn't done enough research to know whether any of the shops there would be open on a Sunday, which was our last day in town and our last opening for a walk-about. Exploring that area will be near the top of the list for next time!
First, my brother had sent me a pic of the back of my two cutie-pie nephews walking down the street. The older of the two was in the lead, and the little fella was hurrying to catch up. He called the photo "Where one goes. . ." Adorable! So I posted the pic, looked to make sure it was up, and went about my business. Later, I had a little blog-reading time, so I came back to go through my sidebar list of blog pals. Except, my pic was gone and a red "X" was in its place! Naturally, I filled in with my first thought--"Doh!" Somehow the original pic was a fail on my part.
Later last night, I finally loaded my pics from our Boston vacation off my camera and into my computer. I found the "world's softest magical unicorn" pic, and couldn't resist. I thin
k that was one of the first photos I took on vacation. Our first full day there, we decided to walk around our "neighborhood." As it turned out, our neighborhood included most of the places I wanted to shop. Coincidence? (mwahaha!) We'd already hit Zara, where I'd found a jacket (like a casual suit coat), and two sweaters. K bought a shirt, I think. We were walking down Newbury Street, when I saw the store window packed with yard gnomes. I couldn't help but laugh and laugh (and take photos). Yard gnomes--in fact, gnomes in general--are hilarious to me, but that's a story for another time. The store looked closed, and we didn't make it back by until our last day. I told K that if they had a gnome giving finger guns, I was going to have to buy it and hold it on my lap all the way home like a baby. I had a mental image of a gnome version of Buddy Christ, which perhaps only exists in my head. Turns out there were no finger gun gnomes in the store, although I did buy a couple of small things. (Including a "hanging with my gnomies" magnet.)We also shopped that day at H&M, which was a little disappointing. Like our last visit to an H&M, I was overwhelmed with a feeling of being old and uncool. Last time (in NYC, August 2007), I couldn't find any tops that didn't look like maternity tops. This time, I couldn't tell if most of the tops were supposed to be shirts or dresses. I did find my way to their accessory section, though, and found a cute necklace, fun cocktail ring, and a pair of earrings. I think my total bill was around $15.
Our third main shopping stop for the day was Filene's Basement. Apparently, I need to really be in a shopping mood for Filene's, because the aisles and aisles of clothes were totally overwhelming for me. I didn't feel like digging around, so I made a beeline for the shoe department. Hello lovelies! I only bought two pairs--a pair of brown pumps and a pair of black mules. Love my new shoes. I think K bought a couple of shirts there, too. The best way to get him to agree to spend time shopping on vacation is to a) suggest stores that aren't available in Austin, especially if he's already been there and now knows he likes them (see above three examples) b) make sure that the stores have a women's and men's section. He's fairly willing to spend some time just hanging around if I'm in a women's store, but then he ends up pestering me so no one really has fun.
Our last day in town, we wandered around the neighborhood again, and stopped in at Lord & Taylor (just down the street from our hotel). It was too much like any regular department store for me. I entertained myself in the purse section (and admired a gorgeous clutch that was both super expensive and totally impractical for my life, so my credit card breathed a sigh of relief there) while K looked around. I mainly included this store on my shopping recap list because it was K's idea to go there. (!?!)
One of my favorite things to do on vacation is spend time walking around in different neighborhoods, exploring and wondering what it would be like to live there. Newbury Street is different than most shopping areas--much of the street looks like brownstone apartments, except that instead of a tenant's living room, there are boutiques with alluring window displays. There we also visited an olive store (I hope their card is somewhere in my purse), a little kitchen gadget store, and a music/comic book store that reminded me a lot of Waterloo Records. On this trip, I wish we'd spent more time walking around the North End (Little Italy). I hadn't done enough research to know whether any of the shops there would be open on a Sunday, which was our last day in town and our last opening for a walk-about. Exploring that area will be near the top of the list for next time!
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