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Name: Alex
Country: United States
State: Arkansas
Metro: Fayetteville
Birthday: 5/29/1983
Gender: Female
Interests: Alpha Phi Omega, community service, Industrial Engineering, playing dress up, candy, camping, statistics, computers, the internet, art, watching movies, html, php, webcomics, philanthropy, non-profit dancing, float trips, tickling attacks, amateur stargazing
Expertise: Pure, hardcore awesome.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Engineering
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
10/6/2004
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I'm moving to Missouri next weekend. My new home will be a bit over six hours away and a tenth of the population of here.
The new job is very much worth this move.
Chances
are that I'll be relocating again in the next 2 years or so, so I
decided to rent a house instead of buying one. I got a cute little 2
bedroom place that should be perfect for me.
We also talked them
into letting me bring a pet! Originally, I wanted to start my own doggy
family and adopt one of the dogs I've been eyeing on petfinder, but the
only way we convinced them to go back on their no pet policy was if I
brought one of dad's older dogs (i.e., already house trained, done
teething, etc). End result is a furry companion on my big adventure, so
all is well.
I just got back from the trip to find the place and put down a deposit. Next weekend when I go up I won't be coming back. Weird. | | |
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2005 Toyota Prius | | |
| Me: Hello.
Creepy Giggly Guy: Hello...Hello...
Me: Hello?
CGG: How are you?
Me: Good...
CGG: What are you doing right now?
Me: Nothing...can I ask who this is?
CGG: Did I wake you up?
Me: No.
CGG: You don't know who this is?
Me: No, I'm sorry.
CGG: I'll give you a hint, I'm younger than you. I'm in my 20's.
Me: <Oh goodness, where is this going??> Okay...
CGG: You still don't know?
Me: No.
CGG: Do you want another hint?
Me: Um...okay?
CGG: I've always thought you were reeeally sexy.
Me: Um <pause> I'm going to hang up now. Bye. *click*
The voice was vaguely familiar, but I can't really place it. | | |
| 1) Earliest US records for Biersdorff (pronounced with both long and
short "i") are spelled Byersdorff, from Prussia. Biersdorff means Beer
Village, but Byersdorff is not purely German which raises the
possibility that the later "Bier" was a return to the original
pre-immigration spelling.
SurnameWeb.org
2) Scottish and northern English: topographic name for someone who lived by a cattleshed, Middle English byre, or a habitational name with the same meaning, from any of several places named with Old English b¯re, for example Byers Green in County Durham or Byres near Edinburgh.
3)
Americanized spelling of German Bayer/s - German, Scandinavian, and
Jewish (Ashkenazic): regional name for someone from Bavaria (German Bayern). This region of southern Germany derives its name from that of the Celtic tribe of the Boii who once inhabited this area. They were displaced in the 6th century ad by a Germanic people, the Boioarii or Baiuarii, whose name is derived from that of their Celtic predecessors.
Ancestry.com
There
is copious amounts of information about English/Scottish Byers, but I
am most definitely of the German variety (and there seems to be a
definite consensus on this distinction) where the informational
pickings are a bit more sparse. | | |
| I melted Josh and Laura's toaster. When I say melted I don't mean it
heated up a bit and the sleek form got droopy, I mean rivers of plastic
ran down while flames licked it's body. I mean the apartment was filled with
smoke and all teh fire alars were blaring (on a side note, I really don't think we need one every 10 feet). Fortunately I have a humungous
stock pot which I employed to nearly flooded the kitchen with fire-extinguishing water.
We have a cool new toaster oven now.
I got season 3 of House on DVD last week. <3<3<3
Tyler
goes to Daylight Donuts most Sunday mornings and I join him around 75%
of the time. Good times, good donuts, really bad toupee.
On my way
back to my apartment around 10:30am I got a flat tire. Tyler and Zack
came to the rescue like the heroes of old. Needless to say, it was hot
and sweaty and extremely unpleasant to be doing manual labor. When I
got to my spare (no small task considering how full my trunk was), we
found that the tread was completely shredded and scary looking.
Awesome. When they got the tire off, the tear in the side of the tire
was a bit too large to risk fix-a-flat to get to Wal-Mart. Sweet.
Neither Tyler's nor Zack's spare would fit my car, although I kind of
think it was above and beyond of them to offer. We ended up just taking
the dingity dangity tire to Wal-Mart and went to Popeye's Chicken with
some fine folks while we waited (while un-showered, sweaty and slightly
covered in car grease - yikes!). Around 2:30 the (amazingly, incredibly
awesome) guys finally got my car squared away and I could drive the
rest of the way down the street to my lovely shower while listening to
Petty's Free Falling. It took the edge off.
I missed sannask's
birthday lunch in the midst of this drama. I haven't gotten to see her
since her wedding and was really looking forward to it!. Boo.
Also, about a thousand interesting things - good, bad and really exciting - have been happening lately. Good times.
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