Thursday, January 31, 2008
GRINNNNNNNNNNNND, SCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP. These are all lovely sounds I will be hearing later this afternoon. I have a half day at work today, yeah, because I’m going to the dentist to have a cleaning. I’m one of those people I don’t really mind the dentist much. He now has this computer with a screen saver of fish swimming around, it pretty distracting while they are digging in my mouth. I do get annoyed because they keep telling me to open wide. I actually have a small mouth. I know, very surprising but I do. It’s difficult for me to open wide without dislocating my jaw. So anyway, I’m off to the dentist this afternoon. I’m more excited about the half day of work and not because I’m spending quality time in my bathroom. Ok, I’m done discussing my bathroom.
Happy Thursday People!
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
So my house is a wreak, somehow, I’m not sure exactly when it happened. I was gone all weekend and then have been sick for two days, so when exactly did it happen. I guess I came home Sunday night and just destroyed any sense of organization that was there before. I have been very acquainted with my bathroom and bed for the past couple of days. I feel tons better today. Last night I slept from about 4pm until 7pm. I got up, then was on the phone most of the night, move from chair to loveseat to chair to loveseat to chair, I could not get comfortable. I finally gave up and went to bed again around 11pm and slept until 6:30am. Ah sleep. So this is a horrible blog entry but hopefully my public will be a bit understanding.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Ever seen this? Me neither.
I am alive, didn’t freeze to bits. However, yesterday afternoon, my stomach felt like there were elephants playing soccer in it. I’m feeling a bit better today, have kept down some 7up, hoping to make it through the day and then straight to bed.
Thanks for the concern of everyone. :)
Friday, January 25, 2008
1. I have been a barista, pre-school teacher, and feed store employee.
2. I have watched the movie “Cutting Edge” so many times the VHS tape broke. Sad, but true. Sad the tape broke!
3. I lived in Dingle, Ireland for a summer.
4. I’d rather be someplace super warm right now.
Have a wonderful weekend Kids. I’m going to working outside in the bitter cold all day tomorrow. If you don’t see a Monday post, you know I froze in the tundra.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
This was the best term to describe me at 12pm today. I decided I needed to get out of my office for lunch today. I wan't really hungry, just needed a bit of fresh air. I took my little self outside and bam, cold! I figured once I started moving I'd be fine. I started off on a little jaunt around campus. I found myself by the stadium in a window tunnel. My face was frozen, ears screaming, and legs so unhappy they just didn't want to move. I figured I better head back, of course I might not have been so frozen if I had a scarf, gloves, you know proper winter weather attire. I have these items, but ran out the door this morning without them, at least I did grab my coat.
By the time I made it back to my office, my legs were as red as the buckeyes uniforms. My hands would barely function to unlock the door. I had to go to the ladies room to run hot water over them to warm them back to workable condition. I couldn't feel my face or ears at first, but then---CRAP!--burning, horrible, why am I an idiot pain.
That was my lunch. How about you?
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
I’m loving it. I love watching Meet the Press and all of the Political Analyst shows. This morning on the radio the DJ’s were complaining on how much they have to hear about it and how many more months it’s going to go on. I say-well good, you need to be hearing about it. You need to make an educated decision and if you don’t get out and vote then you don’t have a foot to stand on when you start complaining about the state of our government. Do you want to have 4 more years of an “I’ll do what I want no matter what, screw you” President? If you do fine, I may question your sanity, but at least have an opinion! For the love of Pete at least we have the opportunity to vote!
Friday, January 18, 2008
Crap! I could have sworn my horse was tied here, now where did Jan go? For those of you who do not know, Jan was actually the name of a quarter horse I had as a child.
Hummm, I knew they were close, but didn't know they connected.
Now I'm not a fan of ironing, but seriously, there's no way if this is what I had to use. I would simply be a wrinkled mess. Bonnie would just love that--ha ha Bonnie, look at me now. (sorry, bitter long story, someday maybe I'll share, but it's still brings too much acid to my throat.)
If you guessed 1898, you are super smart and you should run to your doors and shout it for the world to hear and give your neighbors a fright.
Happy Friday...it's a long weekend, maybe I'll get my camera out and take pictures of the tundra. You know the high for Sunday is all of 10 degrees with the wind chill it will feel like -12, yes, I said, -12. Good Times.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Apparently a lot of people vomit at the movie theatre. This was a very clear point made by the girl interviewing me. Part of the job I was interviewing for would be to clean this up, in the event it happened during my shift. What? I've never vomited at the movies. I got sea sick from sitting in the 3 row watching Titanic, but I didn't vomit. ICK!
I cut myself in the shower this morning shaving my legs. It’s a huge gash on the back of my ankle that I finally gave up and tracked down a band aid for because it would not stop bleeding. I was running late this morning, unwilling to move from my cozy covers to the cold 60 degree house surrounding me. Why was I even shaving? Habit I guess, I just tend to do it and I was too sleepy or too rushed to pay attention and not scar myself. I mean, my goodness, I seriously haven’t cut myself this badly since Scary Spice was skinny the first time.
I have guilt, I sucks, but I have it. Guilt over loads of stuff, but specifically over a job interview I had last night. I’ve been on a mission, ok more of a roaming search for a 2nd job. Something part time that I could make a little money, have a little fun, and maybe make a small dent in my pile of debt. So, I had this interview with the local movie theatre. The interview lasted all of 10 minutes. I talked to a lady on the phone the day before, she sounding very encouraging. I had to work at least 3 nights, two of the weekend nights, and I could make arrangements to have the same day off on the weekends. Great, perfect, works for me, the only draw back is getting of work at 1am and going to work early in the morning. I need my sleep. I know people say they need sleep, but I really do. Just ask Ms. H. You should see the email exchanges when I don’t get enough sleep or have a night full of nightmares and don’t feel like I have slept. Example email exchange:
Me: I need coffee, I’m dying.
Ms. H: Yeah, coffee rocks. I’m having fun selling condoms today.
Me: Argh, these lights are killing my eyes.
Ms. H: Sorry, maybe you should take an Advil.
Me: Argh, I’m going to fall asleep on my keyboard—help.
Ms. H: You should do a workout, you would feel better, have energy.
Me: Your are right, but I’m lazy and just want to be a complainy pants.
Ms. H: I know but love ya anyway.
Ah, that Ms. H, she tries to be a good influence on me, but I just resist all good influences and run toward the bad ones. Anyway, back to the interview. I go to this interview. I’m even nervous; I always get nervous before events I know are coming up. I feel like I’m going to puke, I get very warm, and start to think of all possibilities of things going wrong. Now give me an emergency and I’m on it. I don’t have time to think. I react, get whatever needs done done and then hours after the emergency I have a breakdown. I guess that’s beside the point for this little rant.
I’m answering her silly little questions about would you steal, how would you handle this, blah, blah, blah. I ask about having a set schedule. She says, nope, you get your schedule on Wednesday’s for Thursday-Wednesday each week and we work you when we need you. Ok, well what are the typical hours? She says, you must start at 6pm. I can do that, no problem. She says, some nights you will be here till 12am, sometimes, 1am, Fridays, Saturdays, and most Thursdays you will be here until 3pm. WHAT! I need sleep, didn’t I just discuss how that was really important.
So, I leave the interview and stress. Ok, so they didn’t offer me a job, they may not, but what if they do. Can I do it, can I work those hours, not knowing from week to week what my hours are going to be? I don’t think so, I mean, yes, I would like some extra money, my credit card people don’t want me to, but I do. However, I don’t want to start hating my first job and if I don’t have a set schedule, how can I ever plan to have dinner with the marrieds, coffee with Ms. H, or Alison time. Alison time is needed, I may need more than many need their alone time. I get burnt out if I’m surrounded by people all the time. I need to for me, to stress about all the stuff I’m not doing or not accomplishing, that I haven’t started my PHD, but do I want a PHD, do I want to do all that work. If I don’t does that make me a bad person? What is my next career move going to be? If I don’t know, then how am I going to advance, how am I ever going to get to the point where I don’t need to think about getting a 2nd job. Do I need the PHD to get a career move? What am I going to have for dinner? Good grief my brain never shuts off—if I didn’t have that Alison time, then my head might actually explode. So I decided, guilt laced, that I was not going to take the job if offered it. I’ll turn my heat down to 55 and eat plain rice for weeks if I have to, I can’t give up certain things in my life right now. Sleep and Alison Time are two very high priorities for me.
I did decide if people come visit me, I’ll turn the heat up for them, so now I need guests, a real reason for heat. Kidding. I do love guests, but I’m not going to freeze myself. I’m making it just fine. I’m just not paying down my debt, but everyone has debt right? I will still work on the plan to find a job, but not stress about it. I know what I’m looking for is rare, but I do believe there is a job that I can work a couple of nights a week and have a set schedule of when I’m going to work. In the mean time, I’ll keep on working the plan of marrying rich. If I have debt, it will not matter, he can pay it off. Right?
Also, if I have this debt, why in the world am I thinking about buying a computer? People have told me it’s a fairly good buy and I could use it to jump start my photography business plan. If you know any seniors graduating this year, send them my way. But again, is this a smart idea? I want a laptop, I want to be mobile. I can go to a coffee shop and use their internet for free and not add a $40 bill to my life every month. Oh well, more stuff for my brain to stress about.
Today, I feel like my favorite poem. Sick, from “Where the Sidewalk Ends”.
by Shel Silverstein
"I cannot go to school today,
"Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more--that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke--
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"
Borrowed from this link…http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16480
I love google, you can find anything. So today, I feel like the poem, only it’s not Saturday—why not? It’s only Thursday, but it’s a long weekend, so I’m trying to think positive and trying to keep this in mind, all the while trying to keep my mind somewhat quiet, full of less guilt and less stress.
Wow! That’s a lot, sorry; I guess you can’t control how long rants are, can you. But, hey, I warned you in the title. Ok, gotta go back to work, crap!
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Fun water with water
You better listen to Zeus, I think it's Zeus. I didn't do so well with mythology.
Munchkins playing in water
More fishes, I told you I like them
There was even a a sub--you could go in, but I don't do small spaces
It's a ghost in my picture
OK-not a ghost, a skeleton made out of wire hanging from the ceiling
An entire skeleton, it was pretty neat
Although in this pic, it looks like a figure from a horror movie
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
|Your Karaoke Theme Song is "Livin' On a Prayer"|
You believe the best things in life are mostly forgotten, and you're definitely more than a little nostalgic .
You're likely to still like the same foods, fashions, and music as you did when you were a teenager.
You have a knack for knowing what elements of pop culture people have missed, without them even realizing it.
It's great to remember the past, but don't forget that not everyone is as stuck in it as you are.
You might also sing: "Pour Some Sugar on Me," "Rapper's Delight," and "Cherry Pie"
Stay away from people who sing: "Toxic"
|Your Love Life is Like Casablanca|
"Kiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time."
For you, love is never finished. If you've loved someone once, you'll always love them.
You're an old fashioned romantic... even if your relationships don't end up as romantic as you'd like.
Your love style: Traditional and understated
Your Hollywood Ending Will Be: Complicated and ambiguous
|Your Elf Name Is...|
|You Are an Irish Coffee|
At your best, you are: wild, spontaneous, and outgoing
At your worst, you are: too extreme and reckless
You drink coffee when: you want to keep drinking booze
Your caffeine addiction level: low
|You Are a Jam Cookie|
On the outside, you project a straight-laced, innocent vibe.
But on the inside, you're complex, exotic, and full of flavor.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Do you have a list? If you are married, engaged, or otherwise in a fabulous relationship, you don’t likely have a list and if you do, then the relationship might not be so fabulous. If you happen to be single and looking, you may have a list. I have a list, well had. I’m attempting to get rid of my list. I’ve been told my some (names not released for their protection) that my list was very limiting. I’m trying to grow as a person, tear up the list and allow for possibilities. So, in other words-yes, now I guess I can date a guy with kids. My throat tightens up a bit at the idea, but I’m growing. I dating a guy once with a kid, but she was in a different state, so I didn’t have to deal with it, except for Sunday afternoon phone calls.
Kids, along with other items on the list have been eliminated. The list is no more. Well that is until the next wave to compulsion makes me run back to the list. I remember everything on there, so creating a new one will not be a problem.
Friday, January 11, 2008
I took this photo about a week ago. I simply liked the design on a wall and decided to take the picture. I then started playing with it in photoshop. I'm going to have to get a book on photoshop from my local library and actually learn all the really neat features it has to offer. I liked the original photo, but really like the tweaked one better. I can see the 2nd one framed and hanging on an office wall. Am I crazy? No, wait, don't answer that, I'm not making enough money for therapy sessions right now.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Would you like a fast track to heaven? Great, all you need to do is plan a trip to Southwestern France, Lourdes. The small town of Lourdes is celebrating the vision of the Virgin Mary by a young girl 150 years ago. Pope Benedict has promised those who visit Lourdes will skip purgatory and will go straight to heaven. The offer is only good for this year to celebrate the anniversary, you must act now.
So...Ms./Mr. Catholic…Deal or No Deal?
Maybe I should look more into the religion.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Did you have a favorite book as a child? Do you have one now? I was in my local public library the other day and found one of my favorite childhood books. (My mother is so proud of me when I go to my local library.) I was not in the kids section, obviously this book was in the wrong area, but I did stop and re-read the short story that amused me so as a child. I have to say, I was smiling the entire way through the book. I strongly encourage you to take a moment and read an Ameila Bedelia book. It will put a smile on your face.
You can learn more about Amelia on her publisher's website, there are even games. I love games. Harper Collins, put in Amelia Bedelia.
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
1. January 7, 1610 Astronomer Galileo observed three satellites orbiting Jupiter
2. January 7, 1913, the process to obtain gasoline from crude oil was patented
3. January 7, 1953 President Truman announced the development of the hydrogen bomb
4. January 7, 1922 French flutist Jean Pierre Rampal was born
5. January 7, 2008 OSU lost to LSU in the BCS Championship game
The student newspaper on campus stated it well.
The headline read “O-H N-O”.
Monday, January 07, 2008
Picture it Vegas 1996…no seriously. At the time I was an undergraduate student at OSU, the university was on winter break. A friend at the time (who later had devil like tendencies and was later dubbed the “spawn of the devil”) offered me a free flight to Vegas. I being of sound mind and body of course jumped at the idea. This would be my first trip to Vegas and I was over 21 so legal to gamble. While spending a few fun filled days of mostly people watching, I was on a college student’s budge remember, I saw Corey Feldman. Do you all remember Corey Feldman? He was in Stand By Me, License to Drive, and The Goonies. All quality flicks.
We were visiting the Hard Rock Café Casino and there he was Mr. Corey Feldman. I don’t think I would have noticed him, except that he was surrounded by 3 huge bodyguards. I’m not sure why he thought he needed three. His career really reached its peak in the 1980’s and by 1996 he was really an afterthought, but 3 were there. He was a tiny guy. He only stood a few inches taller than me and as you know I’m not completing for any height contests these days. We didn’t chat like old friends meeting up after years of not seeing each other. He walked to one end of the casino and I continued my people watching and viewing of all the music memorabilia in the casino. (Hard Rock was one of my favorites, small but fun.) I know this story is lacking a climax, but I thought of this moment in my history last night.
Last night I was channel surfing my 5 channels and there was little entertainment to be found. I was watching Deal or No Deal for a few moments when Corey Feldman waltzed onto the stage in his white pants, black sweater, and sunglasses. They were doing some crazy 80’s theme. Anyway, at first Corey was too good for the show, just there to fulfill his contract for his appearance. However, then he appeared to get into the game, he even took of his glasses and spoke a few words, even smiled a time or two. I was curious of two items. 1. Who is his wardrobe consultant? White pants after Labor Day, I know it’s not as big a deal as in the past, but men in general should never be wearing white pants. 2. What happened to his hand? He was wearing a cast. Was he beat up after no paying on a casino debt? These are important issues to be contemplated.
On a different note: Go Bucks! OSU will take on LSU for the BCS National Championship tonight in New Orleans. Likely it will be a late night for me with toothpicks and loads of coffee needed in the morning. Kickoff is not until 8:15pm. Go BUCKS!
Friday, January 04, 2008
I was talking on the phone last night to a very good friend. We had a long discussion about loads of different topics, I tend to jump topics frequently sometimes. One of the items up for discussion was healthy eating and a healthy lifestyle. Then today my co-worker sent me the following forward:
'Twas the week after Christmas, and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste
At the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber).
I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared;
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,
The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."
As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt
And prepared once again to do battle with dirt
I said to myself, as I only can
"You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!"
So away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
Till all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won't have a cookie - not even a lick .
I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.
I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore
But isn't that what January is for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet! ~Author Unknown~
And now I ask, is this a sign. Should I actually start paying attention to the food that graces my tastes buds? Hummm, I'll think about it while I enjoy this Hersey Kiss. hhehehehehheheheh
Thursday, January 03, 2008
*creepy horror movie like music playing*
Picture it Sicily1945 ...or my office this morning. A student (who will remain nameless) walks into my office. She is a pleasant young lady will a fairly simple question. I ask for her information so I can find her in the system to answer her simple question. I type the information in and... I see my name! Yes, my name! Ok, so the last name is not the same, but the first and middle are exactly the same even down to the spelling. I stopped, stared for just a moment, and then in my very professional manner proceeded to answer her question.
Can you believe it though? I mean, yes, I'm sure there are many of us, but usually there are different spellings. My parents must have had a British printed version of the name book. I found this out in my European travels--I could find stuff with my name spelled correctly everywhere. It was great. I really wanted to revert to my 6 year old self and buy it all. I could never find stuff with my name spelled correctly as a child. Of course neither could my mother or my sister, so I guess it was only fair. My father is the only one with a name that is spelled the same practically universally around the world.
Ok, well off to eat my Mac & Cheese for lunch, I just thought I'd clue you into my unusual moment today.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
So what did you do this year for New Years Eve? I went to a bar to see a friend’s band. It was a great time. I had a driver and so I drank till my heart was content and my liver was quivering. It was a holiday so a special drink was called for—Grey Goose Extra Dirty Martini---YUM X 5. The band was rocking. They are a cover band and I think my favorite song they play is “Laid”. New Years Day I stayed close to home. I did have my pork and sauerkraut—want to make sure I’ve got as much luck going into 2008 that I can get. I also took a nap and watched some football—good quality time. I even smiled when Michigan won, of course being an OSU fan, I’m also a Gater Hater, so as long at the Wolverines were playing the Gaters, they are allowed to win.
No New Years resolutions here—why make them I never stick to them anyway. I simply plan to enjoy every day of 2008 and take a break from the Grey Goose for a bit.