Ten movies you’d watch over and over: Wizard of Oz. Empire Records. Clueless. Goonies. 10 Things I Hate About You. The Christmas Story. LOTR Trilogy (it's just one big movie, really). Zorro the Gay Blade. Dazed & Confused. Nine people you enjoy the company of: Mom. Dad. Brother. Justin. Kittie. Erica. Linda. Robin. Michaela (though it's been awhile) Eight things you’re wearing: Watch. Clunky thong sandals. Black dress pants. Bra & undies. A scowl. Pink Sweater. Dangly earrings. Hair elastic. Seven things on your mind: Stupid gas prices thru the roof ($3.29/gallon, for the cheap 89 grade). Stupid meeting at work tonight. Justin. Gotta leave for Millard soon. Hate not having any money. Am I really still happy at this job? How do I get my ass back to school & stop just talking about it for chrissake! Six objects you touch every day: Computer/keyboard. Shower faucet thingie. Spoon for cereal. Steering wheel. Pens. Jewelry. Five things you do everyday: Hit snooze button. Swear (bad habit). Drive somewhere. See Justin. Call home. Four bands or musical artists that you couldn’t live without: Dave Matthews Band. Barenaked Ladies. Jason Mraz/John Mayer. Beatles. Three of your favorite songs of the moment: Sugar we're going down: Fall Out Boys. Wordplay: Jason Mraz My friend of Misery: Metallica Two people who have influenced your life the most: Mom & Dad. One person who has been nice to you today: Justin. (he's nice to me 99% of the time)
Well, I'm in a bit of a better mood today, but yesterday is right up there as one of the shittiest days I have had in LONG time. And, b/c I don't feel like I normally rant a WHOLE lot to you all, I'm going to rant. And I'm going to do it properly.
**Disclaimer: for those of you who don't like complaining, do NOT continue reading. I am very GOOD at complaining aka I complain in great detail about minute things that end up pissing me off, when I'm already pissy.
Since I don't feel like telling the story backward, I'll start whining at the beginning.
I couldn't fall asleep Sunday night. This was due to several things: 1) Diet Coke late afternoon 2) J was cranky at me (not b/c of anything I did, he was just cranky) 3) I didn't get what I needed to finished at work & had even more to do that was on my mind 4) Stupid police helicopters were looking for someone in my neighborhood about midnight, so that was loud & annoying 5) I was too hot in my apt & couldn't get comfy in my bed & 6) I need new, darker/thicker curtains, b/c these right now are too sheer & it's too light in my room
Then, I get to work & am crabby b/c of lack of sleep, stupid drivers & the fact I had to go to a town/high school I'm not fond of. While there for recruiting yesterday, I felt very conspicuous & out of place b/c I was an adult, I was dressed in dressier clothes than most of the teachers, the kids were mostly punks (attitudewise) in various styles of black or hoochie clothing & I only had 15 kids sign up the whole 2 hrs I was there. Yeah...Plus, there's no A/C thru-out the building (just select spots) & I'm wearing all black. And my allergies are acting up.
The drive back to the office (b/c I was on the verge of being late to go out to my elementary school) was filled w/ more idiot drivers & I ended up running 7 yellow lights b/c of them). Before I could GO to my elementary school, I had to stop at my local Alltel office b/c my phone went PYSCHO on me. The screen kept flashing & it was making this annoying clicking noise. And I couldn't get it to do anything (turn off/on, etc) OR make the clicking stop. GAH!
I don't get anything to eat for supper (till pizza about 10 pm) b/c I've been eating junk all day & nothing sounded good when it was actually supper time.
I'm finally in a bit better mood last night, watching tv on my couch w/ J when I go to feed my fish. Another is now in fishy heaven (I'm down to 2: Gandalf & 1 hobbit) & the others ate him already so there were just scales & other flotsam left. I FEED MY FISH DAMMIT, I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE F$&# IS GOING ON!!! So, at that point I decided I'd officially given up on Monday & I told J I was going to bed.
He was very sweet, which was the only shiny happy part of yesterday. I even had my old teddy bear in bed w/ me (b/c I was so pissy & on the verge of tears) & he said he likes her (Violet...I named her when I was 8. She's purpley) "she's cute". Which, even if he doesn't the fact that he was being so sweet about all of it was exactly what I needed. He even gave me a backrub, w/o my asking. He's so great.
ONE P.S. == I talked to my bro last night & told him I was Cranky Pants. His reply: you'd better get rid of those pants woman, b/c they're no longer in style! To which I said "then I wouldn't be wearing pants, b/c they're the only pants I've got". We both had a good chuckle. I love my goofy bro.
:x :( That is me today. I hardly got any sleep last night, I barely saw J all weekend. Plus, I feel like all I did was work all weekend, but I didn't get what I needed to, done. This PT makes me very depressed, b/c I've become one of those people who really needs downtime & I don't feel as if I have it. (even if I did get to sleep in till 10 both days this wknd).
PLUS, I have to go across the river to a town I'm not fond of today to recruit high school kids. BLEAGH. Call me snobby, but I'm just not excited about this idea.
Before I do that tho, I have to gather up my recruit paperwork, & go get some snacky food & a diet coke (b/c it's over the lunch hour & if I don't get food, I'll get crankier yet).
Wish me good luck & lots of good high school kids who want to volunteer to be mentors, please? Thanks guys.
Death By Glitter had a link on her site to this website (http://www.chavscum.co.uk/" title="http://www.chavscum.co.uk/" target="_blank"http://www.chavscum.co.uk/) explaining the use of the term Chav & trying to educate us non UK/Brit/Welsh, etc folk as to what the heck a Chav is. My best guess is what we American folk would consider a white poser w/ tons of bling & listening to rap, etc. The website's so funny & is also really comprehensive. Thanks DBG, for the funny site of the day!
Added note, Saturday 8/27/05
I realize this Chav site makes fun of them & that's probably not the coolest. However, I still think it's funn that there's an entire site devoted to this cultural phenom in the UK. Anyway, whatever. If you're offended you're certainly not being forced to look at the site repeatedly. We're all free to avoid what we want. Ok, there.
Bob got fired from PT job yesterday. Oops. Tee hee. He & our other manager W (who had to do the actual firing) almost got into it last night when W told him. But, then they ended their convo w/ that weird homey-style handshake guys have. I don't get it. Whatever. No more dealing w/ Bob.
Someone got to my cute lil blog by an msn search on Dating Diversions. Weird. I guess reading my blog is better than doing on a date? Hmph. Maybe better than a bad date, but really people: PRIORITIZE. Go on that date, you can always read me later! Thank you. My work here is done.
My windshield wiper broke today. It poured buckets, w/ tons of thunder & lightening about 3 or 4 oclock this morning (did NOT make J happy, b/c he woke up b/c of the storm & then probably struggled, like me, to get back to sleep. Not cool when your alarm's going to go off at 5:15). Anyway...i got to wipe the rain off before work & "pop" "scrape" my blade comes unattached from my arm. So, I head to Napa & bat my eyes & the very nice man finds a new one for me & then puts it on for me too. Sweet.
My LOTR Page a Day calendar has WAY too many pictures of Gollum. Creepy little f$#*er. Ick.
Going to go hang out w/ my folks tonight. Hopefully grill burgers & be able to sit outside on their new deck. Deck was built by "Super Gordy" a guy who goes to church w/ Ma & is the dad of friends of my bro & I from high school. I got the giggles yesterday thinking about Super Gordy in a super hero uniform, complete w/ tights & a cape. You would too, if you knew what he looked like.
My poor bro FLUNKED his written driver's test. He had to retake it b/c the good state of where we live took his license away for being a bad boy. In the county where he & the folks live, the ONLY day to take driver's tests is Wednesday. So, I guess Wed there were hordes of newly 16 yr old kids lined up outside the office, waiting, along w/ my Dad & J comes out & says "I flunked, let's go. Let's GO". I told him he shoulda messed w/ the little ones heads & said somethign like "It's all trick questions, you're ALL going to fail & never get to drive, bwahahaha". Anyway...yesterday they went to a different county (where Dad works) & took the test there. He passed. All is well. I'm SO glad that I haven't had to take the tests since I was 16. I'm not sure I'd do all that well. It didn't help that Dad accidently grabbed J the driver's manual, in SPANISH. Yeah, no fluency.
I want to go shopping. Bah. Sure would like a sugar daddy (or rich boyfriend, you get it) when I have moods like this. Oh well. I don't date J b/c of his $, I date him b/c I love him. Him having a lot of $$ would be a killer bonus, but it's definitely NOT a requirement.
You Google your name & is such as "Amy is" & then choose the 10 you think are the most fun. Here are mine (before I accidently closed my Google page). (This could also be fun if you Gizoogled yourself & see what your Snoop speak search came up w/) (I only have 9)
Amy is...She could never be a saint, but she thought she could be a martyr if they killed her quick. (sure, yah, you betcha)
Amy is...a Content Strategist, Info Provocateur (ooh, a provocateur, sweet!)
Amy is...if Tom Petty and Sarah McLachlan had a baby, she'd be it. (what AWESOME parentage)
Amy...creates a signature look of soft sensuality infused with ... (w/ what? charm? goofiness? vanilla?)
Amy...comments on the state of the world and the stupidity of others. (and let me tell you, they are stupid)
Amy is...The only woman announcer in professional boxing. (I rule)
Amy is...An artist using interactivity, kinetics, sound, insects, and plants in sculptures about the complex relationship between technology, and nature. (are you confused yet by my work? B/c I sure am)
Amy is... a San Francisco based designer creates San Francisco based designer creates wedding gowns that have a combination of modern elegance, sophisticated sex appeal (Prices start at $500. Damn, those dresses sound smokin!)
Those of you who read my blog lots know that the past 2 weeks or so I've had some strange run-ins w/ some weirdos. Well, it just continues to happen.
Last night, J & A & I went out to Buffalo Wild Wings for food & beer. I got 8 boneless honey BBQ & fries. I'd wanted the loaded tato skins (w/ bacon & cheese, etc. Apparently I was having a blonde moment & couldn't read correctly. Anyway...) We're drinking, chowing, chatting & playing trivia. J's friends E & then J (from his former job, both) eventually join us. Well, about 10:30 or 11:00, I decide it's time to go, but then change my mind (I'm the only one of the 5 of us who had to work today) when I hear that J2 & E are going to be heading to this new(ish) karoke bar, called MICS. So we all go. It's pretty cool & the clientele are fairly talented for the most part. It's contest night & winner nabs quite a chunk of change, so everyone's putting it all out.
Even if they're not singing.
That's right...my J goes back to use the bathroom & comes back & tells us he walked in on some couple, in the MEN's bathroom, just going at it. Apparently the dude was sitting on the toilet & the chick was riding him (he's a cowboy) for all she was worth. Well, they came out when they're finished & we all keep talking & staring b/c they're at a table right by us. After awhile the chick is shooting us dirty looks, but my philosophy is, "if you don't want people to talk about you, don't f'ng have SEX in the men's bathroom at a BAR!" Duh.
Well, they both looked pretty drunk, particularly the dude. At one point he was seemingly passed out at their table, brim of the cowboy hat touching the table. So, we figure it was him who showered the front door (aka the EXIT) of MICS w/ a nice big bunch of puke. Yup, on the inside handle, down the door & then a big ole puddle right in front of the door. J & I accidently touched the handle, b/c none of us noticed when we're leaving. YUCK! I immediately turned around & headed to the bathroom to wash, scrub, anything to rid myself of the vomitous sensation.
Yeah, definitely livened up our evenings, that's for damn sure.
One of the things that I like about being a blogger (& this fun little community here at tBlog) is that I have friends & readers from all over. Virginia, Ohio, Missouri, California, Florida, Oklahoma, etc. I even have international readers (regulars) from Canada and New Zealand.
I just noticed when checking my statcounter account today (www.statcounter.com) that they have a Country of origin-esque link. As in, I can see where people are reading from. Apparently I have readers or visitors who come from such locations as: INDIA, AUSTRALIA, SINGAPORE, FRANCE, PHILLIPINES. Crazy! Cool! (It's all wiccachicky's & jennjr's faults that I signed up for statcounter. Hmph)
And, on that note, I'm going to go take off my old nailpolish stuff & perhaps put new on! Tootaloo.
Ok, so, here it finally is. And, it's not realy so much DRAMA as you may all be thinking. In fact, it kinda makes me laugh & it really makes me shake my head, but anyway...
I worked at my part-time PJ's job last night. At work last night were: me, my friend (head mngr) A, mgnr C, Drivers & JH & J & driver Bob (his name chgd to protect the not so innocent). C & I really can't STAND Bob. [(he called me a little rich kid the other day, b/c apparently that's why my hands are too sensitive to pick up hot pizza flats (hello, maybe it's just b/c I'm a WUSSY FEMALE (which, I am, to an extent)) (disclaimer: not all females are wussy. But, I am)]
**Keep in mind, much of this is 2nd or 3rd hand info, as was told to me. Anyway...last night, Bob was taking a delivery & apparently was driving very erractically thru this neighborhood which has a lot of kids in it. So erratically, that I guess some guys got out of a minivan & started to hit Bob's car & then Bob got out of the car & I think some fists were thrown, etc. Well, between 8 & 9 last night, a guy comes up to the front counter & wants to talk to C. She goes outside to talk to him & the police (yup, Big O's finest!), b/c they're looking for Bob to get his side of the story. Bob is still conveniently out on delivery. Delivery that he SHOULD have been back from by then.
He calls C about 20 minutes after the police left. Asking if anyone had called to ask for him or about him or anything. C played dumb for a bit & then said "oh, you mean the police that I had to talk to in front of the store for about 20 minutes?" Then, he starts yelling & cursing at her & says it wasn't his fault. She yells back & tells him to change his tone & then for one reason or another he tells her he's not coming back in for the evening, he's just going home & he'll come in tomorrow or the next day. NOT COOL. The idiot still has $$ from deliveries on him. So, C calls A (head mngr) back to tell him about this latest development (she'd called after the cops came by) & A says, call him & tell him if he doesn't come in, w/ the $$, he doesn't have a job.
Bob finally shows up sometime after 9, w/o all the money, but w/ girlfriend in tow, for moral support. Not driving his car either, but hers. Acting all distracted, panicky & had a black eye forming. C wonders if he was so keen to avoid talking to the police b/c he has a warrant or something. She said the police weren't planning to arrest or ticket him or anything (b/c they didn't see anything), just wanted his side of the story.
DUMB. D-U-M, dumb!
What's worse is that Bob's other job is as a SCHOOL BUS DRIVER for the company that serves the 2 biggest local school districts. I shit you not.
I'm curious to see whether or not Bob continues to be employed by dear friend (head mngr) A after all this. *sigh*
Well, as if I didn't screw around on the computer enough already, I'm taking part in 2, yes, TWO, Fan Fball leagues this year. One, I'm actually commissioner of, which is kinda a scary thought. I started the 2nd league b/c J wanted to invite his bro to play, but Wiccachicky's league (Captain's Crew) filled up too fast. (In that I'm Nacho Mama's Boys) So, I started one. (Wiccachicky is Scum Sweethearts)
We're Saturday Night QB's. My team name in this league? HiccuppingHeroes. I hiccup, just once, but a lot. I thought it was funny. J is Kardboard Kings. Wicca is Sweet Sinners. My cousin D, is going to play. And, some chick that I can't figure out who she is. (Kinda driving me nuts, b/c I want to know everyone who's in my league) Anyway...should be fun. I'm excited for the season this year & hope that I do better than last (I came in DEAD LAST). So...we'll see.
Anyone else play fan fball this year? What's your team name? Even if you're not playing, what would you name your team?
Ah, it so very much IS Monday. Things going thru my mind right now:
I wish I still had some cookies from Eileen's leftover. *sigh*
I can't belive that school really is back in session. Our last 2 elementary districts that we work with start school Wednesday. My mom works in one of them & has been back at work since last week.
I really wish I was in bed, sleeping, like J right now. Actually, sleeping next to J, that's what I wish.
I want my f'n lappy back. These desktop models leave much to be desired. This also makes me feel f'n blind. It seems further away, smaller type & a different screen res (or brightness or something). My eyes/head are starting to hurt. Hmmm...maybe I'm going to be getting glasses sooner than I thought. (both my parents need them--Mom since adolescence & Dad in the last 10 years. But, Dad doesn't have "real" glasses. He has off the rack reading glasses that he wears for most things. I figure my odds of needing glasses when I'm older are pretty good)
I guess J's aunt thinks I'm pretty. J talked to his mom this weekend & his mom had talked to his aunt (who I met on Roadtrip '05) & aunt told mom that I was nice, but said I was pretty 3x. Hmmm. I guess that's good. I actually think that them thinking I'm nice is more important, but pretty's good too. Makes me chuckle though, b/c I was hot & uncomfortable during most of when she saw/met me (outside, no shade, watching a parade). And being hot makes me really cranky & tired. So, I did NOT feel pretty or anything like it that day. Tee hee. I'm flattered.
Blues are some of the most loving, nurturing and supportive personalities of the Life Colors. They live from their heart and emotions. Their purpose for being on the planet is to give love, to teach love and to learn that they are loved. Their priorities are love, relationships, and spirituality.
Blues are traditionally teachers, counselors, and nurses---basically the loving, nurturers and caretakers on the planet. Blues are constantly helping others. They want to make sure that everyone feels loved and accepted. People are always turning to Blues for comfort and counsel because Blues will always be there for them. They consistently provide a shoulder for others to cry on.
Blues are the most emotional personalities in the aura spectrum. They can cry at the drop of a hat. Blues cry when they are happy, hurt, angry, sad, or for no apparent reason at all. Even watching a sentimental commercial on television can bring on tears.
YELLOWS
Yellows are the most fun-loving, free-spirited, energetic, and childlike personalities in the aura spectrum. Yellows are wonderful, sensitive, optimistic beings, whose life purpose is to bring joy to people, to have fun, and to help heal the planet.
Yellows can either be very shy and sensitive, or they can be the life of the party. These playful characters have a great sense of humor. They love to laugh and to make others laugh. Yellows believe life is to be enjoyed. They like to live life freely and spontaneously. With a perpetual smile on their face, they remind people to not take themselves or their problems too seriously.
Yellows would prefer not to work at all, unless their work was fun, playful, or creative. They love nature, and often have concerns for the survival of wildlife and the environment. Dogs are very drawn to Yellows and often become their best friends.
VIOLETS
Violets are the inspirational visionaries, leaders and teachers who are here to help save the planet. Most Violets feel drawn to educate the masses, to inspire higher ideals, to improve the quality of life on the planet, or to help save people, animals and the environment.
All Violets have an inner sense that they are here to do something important, that their destiny is greater than that of the average person. Most Violets have felt this way since childhood. As children, many Violets imagined becoming famous, or traveling the planet, possibly joining humanitarian causes such the Peace Corp. Many of these charismatic personalities take on roles as leaders and teachers, while other Violets prefer to reach people through music, film or other art form.
Because this era is currently the "Violet Age," any Violets who are not accomplishing what they came here to do are experiencing an inner “push” — even an inner “earthquake.” Inner forces seem to be shaking them up and pushing them to move into action, to fulfill their life purpose. Violets know they are here to do something significant. However, they aren't always sure what that something is or how to accomplish it.
Many Violets were taught as children that their dreams and aspirations were unrealistic, so they have lost touch with their original visions. It's important for Violets to reconnect with their life purpose and vision, and to take action. Otherwise they will always feel unfulfilled. They will always sense something is missing from their lives. Violets need to learn to slow down long enough to listen to their inner voice and to connect with their higher vision.
Diet Coke is SO way better than Diet Pepsi. Even if Diet Pepsi's commercials are funnier (think P Diddy & his "ride")
Speaking of P. Diddy...we're supposed to drop the "P", b/c he's just going as Diddy now. I kid you not. An AP (Associated Press, for those who don't know) blurb in today's paper reads as such: " 'We had to move the P. We had to simplify it. Diddy is more personal. We are entering into the age of Diddy. It's a new era.' the rap mogul said in a recent interview with Access Hollywood." This from a man whose stage names have included Puff, Puff Daddy, and Puffy. What's wrong w/ just being Sean Combs, I ask you?!
I looked at my statcounter keyword analysis today. It's not overly exciting, save one search that lead someone to my lovely blog: please tell me why are abba band group is (is what? is defunct? is owner of some of the coolest disco music? is a victim of bad 70s hair?)
I love Eileen's Colossal Cookies. They are completely faboo. Hits the spot when you're craving oatmeal choc chip cookies (though my mom's recipe is actually better). Although 5 cookies does NOT foster weight loss. Shitty.
I have to work all weekend at PJ's, including a shift in 1 hr 10 minutes. Hmph.
I need to go do data entry for work now (I know, I'm actually working. You're shocked. I can tell)
Well, probably a lot of things. But, mainly I'm sick of the way that radio stations OVERplay so many songs. Leading to OVERkill. Leading to me being completely SICK of said songs. So, pardon me while I RANT.
Case in point:
"Miss You" by Blink 182 (or many of the songs by groups who sound the same) anything by Avril Lavigne "Standing in a Moment" or whatever it's called by Lifehouse (who I thought was really shitty live, btw) "Butterfly" by that dumb rap group "Breathe (2 AM") by Anna Nalick "Scars" by Papa Roach
Anyway...you get the point. A song gets to be popular & so radio stations & the majority of their listening audience (who seem to be easily satisfied) aren't happy till you play said song at LEAST 9x a day.
[Oy, after this post I SERIOUSLY have to get some work done!]
Alms (http://almsthvn.tblog.com" title="http://almsthvn.tblog.com" target="_blank"http://almsthvn.tblog.com) post today got me thinking...what would I do if I had magic wand. Now, it's important to think about whether it would be a Harry Potter type of wand (casting simple spells, defensive magic, etc) or if it'd be an all-inclusive type of wand (more like a fairy godmother type wand) [side note: I bet I'd be really shitty in Potions, just like Harry & Ron, sounds like a very math related subject. Bah]
Another fun thing to think about would be "what if" I won the lottery. I'd immediately pay off all my debt (student loan & credit card) & then set up things to go back to school. I'd pay off my parents & brother's debt. I'd build Mom a new house (b/c that's what it seems like she wants). I'd get myself a new car (nothing outrageous, but I'd LOVE a Subaru WRX Turbo. In pretty blue). I'd get all my coworkers new cars. I'd get my BF E a new Mustang (her dream car & something I promised while under hypnosis for a college fun event...yeah...). I'd donate a HUGE chunk to BBBS, Red Cross & United Way. I'd set up a scholarship fund or donate to one at my old HS. (I think there's one in memory of my old band director). Basically I'd share the wealth. I may go shopping for new clothes. But...I'd rather have a new car. Maybe a house. I don't like working outside much, so I'd have to have J move in w/ me. Then I'd do the inside stuff, like the old stereotype & he could play outside. Though, I'd want to go crazy w/ flowers. Anyway...
No, I don't have PMS, but CMS (current). I'm SO f'ng hungry & I already had a bowl of cereal. I'm all sorts of scatterbrained & clumsy--can't WAIT till Saturday (when I'll be finito).
I'd write more, but I gotta go back to the WellsFargo branch I stopped at this morning: they didn't give me my cash in the driveup. GAH! Then I'm hitting McD's for a McMuffin. Mmmmm!
Because I'm having a certain lack of inspiration (of my own at least) & it's such a good idea, I'm going to post along the same lines as faboo JennJr (http://jennjr.tblog.com" title="http://jennjr.tblog.com" target="_blank"http://jennjr.tblog.com) did today: happy things. What are the things that make a person happy, specifically, what makes me happy. (some people call them warm fuzzies. That sounds a little drippy, but oh well...)
What makes me happy, or at least smile? Forehead kisses. Kisses of any kind really, but forehead kisses are the best for bringing a smile to my face. J is particularly generous w/ these, which is great. In fact just hanging around w/ J makes me happy. I'm not saying we don't get annoyed w/ each other (we haven't had a big blowup/blowout fight yet, but we're out of "best behavior" mode), but something about seeing him after along day brings a smile to my face.
Much like JennJr, I love buying presents for people. I love to see their reaction & I just like giving things to people. I also like helping people out or cheering them up. That makes me happy.
Sleeping in makes me happy. I truly enjoy being lazy, it's one of my key stress relievers. If I have nothing to do on a Saturday, why get up at 9am? Sleeping till 11 or so, just drifting in & out of dreams--nothing's better.
Talking to my friends & family makes me happy. This is probably why I call home (though they're just 45 minutes away) every day. S/x I'm just bored, but it's reassuring to talk to Mom, Dad or brother J. A phone call from a friend is even better. My friends from college & I (the Babes of South Ash) seem to keep getting busier every year. So, when I get a phone call from them, or any friend, it brings a smile to my face.
Little kids crack me up. Not sure if that's infamous biological clock ticking away, but especially lately, I've just been completely gushy inside when I see kids. I love trying to make them smile at restaurants, grocery stores, you name it. And the kids in my program are such cuties (even, s/x, while they're being horrid little shits). And so FUNNY, some of them.
A good story. Some of my friends, particularly Nster & TBoone, are AWESOME story tellers. I love listening to them talk, partially just b/c they're my friends, but also b/c they spin such tales. Primarily true ones.
Out of the blue or random/unexpected compliments are also good ego/mood boosters. Or when people notice when you've taken time to look good, that's great. Or, nice things tblog buddies say.
Well, I know there are many other things (oatmeal choc chip cookies, for instance) that make me happy or pick me up. But, for now, that's my list. What's on yours?
I'm currently doing all my work out of my coworker, M's, office.This is for 2 reasons: a) M is on her honeymoon, in Hawaii (luckyducky!) & 2) MY COMPUTER'S GONE! Yup, my lovely little laptop (or lappy, as many call it, including StrongBad) is hopefully going to be fixed. When I get it back, I'm hoping that my "6", my "-" & my "_" buttons/keys will work again. Till then, I feel displaced.
I'm working on a desktop computer,which feels both huge & small at the sametime (I think my monitor/screen is bigger on lappy). I'm yelling "bless you" really loudly, so my poor officemate, K, can hear me. B/c now we're in separate rooms. It's lonely & boring in here. Not to mention I have none of my documents (they're on my computer) & ALL my Outlook addresses are gone & will be completely gone (my whole thing is getting wiped, to see if that fixes it.)
Any of you computer geeks (that's a completely affectionate term) know why buttons/keys would stop working? That's basically the only thing wrong w/ my lappy. However, it makes data entry (a big part of my job these next few months!) damn near impossible. Input/thoughts please!
A little belated, I know...however, did you see the fun quiz thingie I just posted? J is really practical. I think I need practical b/c I have a tendency to be very "flighty" as my friend A puts it. I think it's my ADD (never formally diagnosed).
Anyway...
This wknd wasn't really all that exciting. But, it was pretty fun, nonetheless.
Friday night, some friends of mine from college (GO HC!) N & S, had a kegger at their house. They technically live in a suburb of my city, but I think of it as all the same city anyway...So, J & I go to that. A comes w/ too & K's hubby, B, joins us later. It was fun, but pretty low key. I had about 4 & then decided "OK, enough!" Yeah, I have pretty low tolerance. It's funny. I'm a cheap date. So, we take A home, then head back to my apt & pass out. Saturday J goes back to his place to do manly home type stuff. I stay at my place & work on my cd card catalog. [I FINALLY finished last night! It's huge!] Then, I went to work at PJ's. It was pretty slow, but it was deader than dead on Sunday night.
Sunday b4 work at PJ's I did 4 loads of laundry & pretended to help scrape paint off J's front porch/railings. I say pretend b/c I didn't do too much & I wasn't very good at it either. *sigh* J changed the oil in my car. But, I made lunch!
Ok, that's it. My "I'm just here" weekend. I can't decide if it's sad that I'm not bored when I have weekends like that...but reading them, it sounds boring. Maybe I'm just getting to be boring. I dunno. I certainly like being more homebodyish the last year or so, than I ever did the 1st 25 years of life. Hmm. (GASP! I really AM turning into my parents!)
Liberal - Politics matters to you, and you aren't afraid to share your left-leaning views. You would never be caught voting for a conservative candidate. Big-Hearted - You are a kind and caring person. Your warmth is inviting, and your heart is a wellspring of love. Religious - Faith matters to you. It is the foundation that you build your life upon. You trust that God has a plan for you.
Your date match profile:
Practical - You are drawn to people who are sensible and smart. Flashy, materialistic people turn you off. You appreciate the simpler side of living. Religious - You seek someone who is grounded in faith and who possesses religious values. You believe that a religious person can enhance your life. Intellectual - You seek out intelligence. Idle chit-chat is not what you are after. You prefer your date who can stimulate your mind.
Your Top Ten Traits
1. Liberal 2. Big-Hearted 3. Religious 4. Intellectual 5. Practical 6. Traditional 7. Funny 8. Wealthy/Ambitious 9. Sensual 10. Romantic
Your Top Ten Match Traits
1. Practical 2. Religious 3. Intellectual 4. Outgoing 5. Big-Hearted 6. Conservative 7. Traditional 8. Athletic 9. Sensual 10. Romantic
Here, I am, a featured blog again. I guess I'd better write something 1/2 way decent this wk then, eh? Thanks for all who voted for me. For those who didn't...I'm working on making the voodoo dolls.
TOTALLY KIDDING. I don't even know how to do that kinda stuff & that would seriously set someone up for some bad karma (both giver & receiver).
Anyway...I don't have much to say right now. Maybe later.
I have a caffeine headache (aka, a lack of caffeine in my system), a chocolate craving & I'm sick of sitting in this chair. So, I stroll across the street to the "H" Convenience Shop. (not it's real name). Now, this little store is on the border of a nice neighborhood & the ghetto, closer to the ghetto than our office is. It's not a part of any chain. It's privately owned by a couple of Middle Eastern men (not sure of their descent or country of origin, but they're not Caucasian, anyway) & is small & has a kind of limited selection. No fountain pop options, etc.
Anyway...I go across the street, grab a ltr Diet Coke, a Fudge Round &, last minute decision, a pack of Watermelon Bubblegum. Get up the register & the guy rings me up. I hand him my debit card (I hardly EVER have cash, unless I'm going out to the bar) & he goes over to the swipey machine. However, in order to run it, he needs the phone line. A customer is on the phone line: a very dark skinned guy (African American I think) in a nice suit & tie, is using the phone & when asked to get off the phone so the clerk can run my card, he says no. Apparently his call is more important than getting off the phone to run my card & so he says he'll pay for my stuff. I'm not kidding. I just got free convenience store munchies b/c some guy couldn't/wouldn't get off the phone. CRAZY!
This week is just weird. You'd think it's a full moon or something. I guess I'm buying J's fohtee (read: 40 oz cheap beer) for the kegger my friends N & S are hosting tonight. Passing on the love, I tell ya!
So, WOULD YOU EVER? Eat a bug? Yuck, Yuck, Yuck! If it was my only option...I might, but then I might puke. Hang glide? Maybe, but I'm really afraid of heights, so I dunno. Kill someone? In self defense or defense of someone I loved. Kiss someone of the same sex? Depends on the type of kiss...a peck, yes. Anything more, not sure. Parachute from a plane? Doubt it. The heights thing again. Walk on hot coals? Why would I have to? Go out with someone for their looks? This is kinda a silly question, in some ways. Presumably, if you're dating someone then you're attracted to them & you like the way they look. What's good looking to some, may not be the same for others (I always got mocked in college by my girls b/c I had different tastes in guys than they did). Date someone on looks alone though? Doubt it...you'd get bored, I think. For their reputation? Just what Wiccachicky said, what kinda reputation? I dunno...isn't that a high school era question? Be a vegetarian? Couldn't do it, I don't like veggies too much. They're kinda gross. Wear plaid with stripes? I think it would make my eyes hurt. Sing karaoke? I've done that, but it's harder here than where I used to live. Here, there's a chance that people are good...in my old small town, most people sucked, so it was easier to get up there & "wow 'em" Get drunk? I've done that too, but probably the last time was Memorial Day. Not enough money to get drunk lately... Shoplift? Did once in jr high...dumb. Didn't get caught, but that's no excuse. Run a red light? Only if I'm running the yellow & it turns red while I'm in the intersection. Dye your hair blue? Depends on the color of blue...if I could get away w/ it (careerwise, etc), MAYBE. Be on Survivor? No way in hell...I'm not really the outdoorsy type & I'm not big into public humiliation. Wear makeup in public? I do wear makeup in public. I like eyeliner lots. I just wish I was better at putting it on. NOT wear makeup in public? Yes, sometimes I'm too lazy. And, you really shouldn't wear makeup to the gym anyway... Make someone cry? Hopefully I haven't done this recently...I used to make my lil bro cry though, lots, when we're little. I don't like making people sad. Date someone more than ten years older than you? I highly doubt it...w/ me, it's easier if I'm w/ someone fairly close to my age... Stay up all through the night? I've done this before, but not for awhile...hitting 27 has made me feel tired much quicker than normal. My nightowl ways are catching up to me at last...(bah!)
Why do I say this you ask (oh fair readers of my blog)? Simply because of my 2 latest projects...
Project #1) I'm putting all of my cds onto 3x5 index cards. Each cd gets its own card, which will but put into a file box. In alphabetical order. I'm finished up to the D's right now. This will hopefully be my weekend project (aka I work on it Saturday before I go to work). I'm doing it b/c a) I want to know exactly which cds I own, that way if I ever lose any or loan one out or my apt gets broken into, I know what I need to replace. Esp good for insurance purposes, I think. Then, b) It makes my little semi anal retentive self happy to think about organizing my cds even further.
Project #2) While at Target yesterday (yes, the now scary Targhetto w/ the peeing man) I found really cool composition books. The covers look like word collages w/ words & phrases like "flava" "sizzle" "beat stress, boost energy". Anyway...WAY back in 8th grade, my friends made what we called the Walker Notebook. Walker was no one we knew. Walker wasn't any of our last names. If I remember correctly, Walker was some sort of slam against someone. Anyway...in the Walker Notebook we had crazy questions such as "who will you marry?" "what's your theory of the universe" "what color of underwear are you wearing", etc. We passed it around to each other & each picked a line in the notebook & wrote our answers to each question on the respective line on each page. Well...I'd thought id' be fun to replicate the Walker Notebook (minus the raunchy questions we had, mostly) & pass it around to all my friends from college. That way, we could all share stuff w/ each other about what's going on w/ our lives. Since I'm making up the notebook, I'm making up the majority of the questions, but I'm also going to open it up for suggestions from a) the group who'll be getting the book & b) you guys, aka tBloggers (one suggestion per person please & keep them appropriate...meaningful or deep appreciated, however).
So...put your thinking beanies or ballcaps or fedoras (or whatever hat you like) on & help a girl out, wouldja?
Ok, so this really did happen to me yesterday! And it's kinda freaky.
I went to Target (aka Targhetto, b/c of its location, but it's the nearest to work) yesterday about 4:ish to pick up some stuff == new Nickelcreek cd Why Should the Fire Die? (it's awesome!), replacement black flipflops (love summer end clearance!) pens & a gift card for our coworker getting married this wknd.
Well, almost right away when I got into the store, I had to go to the bathroom. So, I found the restroom & after wiping off the seat (a precaution I take no matter what, even at my own house sometimes), I sat down & started well...you know. Well, all the sudden, I hear someone making this deep rumbly coughing & I see (thru the slit between the stall & door) what looks like a GUY come into the bathroom. The stall next to me is then occupied & someone starts to use it & they're standing up, feet pointing toward the wall! I swear to you A GUY CAME & USED THE WOMEN'S RESTROOM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY, IN TARGET!!!! I get out & start washing my hands & this teenage (or very early 20s) girl gets to the sink the same time as me & we're both like "is that a GUY in here?"...well, I missed him walking by, but it's entirely possible he heard me ask her "is he DRUNK?!". When I left, I saw no trace of the guy, wearing a camo tshirt & dark brown boot/shoes. But, I didn't imagine it...
I'm down to 3 Fish. As J says, maybe I'm supposed to only have 3 fish. This could be true, but that's still sad. I like the idea of lots of fish. Oh well. Righ now just Pippin & MerryII & GandalfII are left. They seem to be content. Pip & Merry are 2 calico fantails, which is what my longtime fish, Sunny, was. Gandalf is a plecostamus, aka, a sucker fish. He's the biggest.
I like having fish, but I wish that I had someplace else to put them. Like, a different spot in my apt. *sigh* I've also always wanted a betta. Maybe I should get one for my office. Or, I'll just get one for J & then he could have a pet too. *smirk*
He's thought, recently, about getting a dog, but isn't sure b/c he's not home much during the day. AND, he wants to get a pup, so he could train it just so. He also tossed out the idea of birds, but birds drive me NUTS. All the chirping! GAH! Who knows...we'll see, I guess.
That's (kinda) part of a poem I liked when I was little, about friendship. And, friendship is what more people (2) wanted to read about, compared to cheating (1)....tsk tsk. I'm kinda disappointed in the lack of audience participation here. Oh well.
The friendship post is sparked by posts by Wiccachicky & JennJr. Wiccachicky said she feels mostly friendless & JennJr said she has a very small group of girlfriends. I'm kinda a combination.
To make a long story short, I didn't really keep the same group of friends, consistently, till I got to college. My high school was small (everyone knew EVERYONE in my town...so much so that one of my high school boyfriends, whose dad was the city atty, was not keen on PDA's b/c he didn't want people to talk & have it get back to his dad...or something. Anyway...). Partly b/c my high school was small, it seemed very important to be "cool" & fit in. Towards the end of high school, I cared a lot less what others thought, had a large group of friends (some closer than others, including my friend Kari, "my liver") & knew that I was destined to be somewhat of a nerd. I was ok w/ that. So, when I got to college, I made a decision to just be friends w/ people who were nice, but didn't necessarily fit my high school definition of "cool". And this was the best decision I've ever made. My best friend E, freshman year we're so close that we'd joke we shared a brain in another lifetime. My roommie, J, & I got along so well, we roommed together all 4 years. We even adopted superhero personas as a joke sophomore year (we gave all our friends superhero names: I was Batman, she was Robin...the Dynamic Duo). Primarily, my core group of friends were people in the music, theatre, or communications departments.
Now, it's been 5 years since college & these people are still the people I'm closest to. Which is great, b/c we have such a history together & I know they're there for me. What sucks is that we're all over. J is in Chicago, E in LA, K & M are 2 hrs away from me in a different town in my state, my friend R is in Missouri. And that makes me very sad...these girls have been there during my ups & downs & all my neuroses. They've seen me at my worst & also my best. And they know by the sound of my voice when something is wrong, or when something's really excellent.
I live closer to a lot of my high school friends, but lost touch w/ most of them when I left for college. And, I'd say that my closest friend to me, right now, is my guy friend A, here in town. I don't have a core group of girls that I hang out w/, b/c like JennJr says, it's hard work to be friends w/ people like that. I get along really well w/ my coworkers & we hang out every once in awhile, but it's not the same as my "Babes of South Ash" (me, E, J & K are the members of that group) crew, not at all. Is it any wonder, then, that the majority of my time is spent w/ my guy J? Which is know isn't probably the best thing (at least I've started going back to the gym...make sure ya'll hound me about that ok? B/c I've gained weight & it ain't pretty).
Since I've moved back here, I actually wish I could hang out w/ my mom more. We have very similar tastes in movies & like shopping for the same stuff...And she's funny (which is not something I knew when I was growing up). We don't see each other much though, b/c we're both busy w/ work & other stuff.
I've also met other females & ran into a few friends from high school that I wouldn't mind hanging out w/...it's just seems like so much work to try to a) build a new friendship or b) rebuild an old one, so...I haven't made much effort.
In an ideal world, all my college girls would be back in the same town, again, sometime in our lives, for like 10 years or so. But, I just doubt that'll happen. So, I guess I'll have to be content w/ email and free nights & weekends from my cell phone company. *sigh*
Oh, lest I forget...it can't be a post about friendship w/o mentioning Wiccachicky. She fits into a category all her own, for several reasons. (*smile*) We met at Junior High Band Camp & though I made friends both years I went, she's the ONLY one I've kept in touch with. We actually lived 1/2 hour apart in high school, & went to rival schools. We did the letter thing & hung out s/x, but were both busy w/ school, so didn't see each other much. When she went off to college before me, we wrote a bit more often. When I hit college, we began emailing back & forth. And so on & so forth. We've hit patches in our friendship where things were rocky, but I think it says something that we've been friends since 1991, separated by miles & miles & once a few continents & an ocean or 2 (depending which way you want to take to get to Japan). Wow, in 2006 we'll have been friends for 15 years! Crazy.
For 2 things actually: 1)My blog for featured blogs (b/c not only did I enter, but the computer screwed up somewhere & charged me 2x! So I'm out 300 tBucks, which annoys me more on principle, than anything). AND
So, leave me a comment & tell me which blog you'd like to read 1st...The one w/ the most votes by the end of work today will be what I post tomorrow...obekabie?
And, GO VOTE FOR MY BLOG FOR FEATURED BLOGS! (PLEASE)
Helped Someone? Kinda: I try to be a good friend/person, does that count? Bought Something? Jason Mraz's new cd: Mr. AtoZ Gotten Sick? My stomach was REALLY pissed off at me Sunday night & most of yesterday Gone To The Movies? Last movie I saw in the theater was Star Wars 3 Gone Out for Dinner? Went out to eat Sunday afternoon before work: mmm...Mexican food Said "I Love You"? At some point I think, yesterday Written A Real Letter? I just wrote one to my cousin, A Received A Real Letter? Do Thank you cards count? If not, then no. Typically I'm the one out of my friends that sends real mail. Oh wait, I got a card from A in the mail yesterday... Talked To An Ex? Yeah, he needed his book back. Written In A Journal? Yeah, tblog almost every day & then I have a supersecret/sacred (not in the religious sense) journal. That one gets kinda neglected though. Talked To Someone You Crush On? Right now my crushes are on celebrities, so no... Missed Someone? the other day: my aunt M, she wasn't there Friday night & I noticed (she passed away last June) Hugged Someone? Yup, today before J left for work. I'm a hugger, as it is. Fought With Your Parents? My parents and I don’t really fight. We disagree s/x, but... Fought With A Friend? Not in a LONG while Been In Love? Yup, I think I fall pretty easily. But, as Mr. AtoZ says "it takes no time to fall in love, but it takes you years to know what love is". I'm very much in love right now. I am one lucky woman.
Got me thinking about kissing. Particularly b/c one of the questions asked something like what you hoped kissing would lead to & I answered more kissing & then some (or the equivalent).
I could kiss J all day (if it was feasibly possible that is). As it's not...I kiss him as many times as I can or as much as I can. I love kissing. I always have. (I have yet to find a toothpaste that effectively prevents morning breath so as to maximize "I just woke up" kissing, but anyway...) For me that's one of the perks of being in a relationship: as much kissing as possible. A kiss can be so many things: innocent, sweet, playful, ornery, a little angry even, passionate, sad...I could go on & on, but let me tell you, that lip on lip action conveys all the emotions, whether you fully realize it or not.
And before I get completely schmoopy, I'll tell you this...being a good kisser (in my opinion) has just as much to do w/ technique as it does w/ how you feel about someone. Someone who's initially a "bad kisser", gets better w/ practice (obviously), but also as your feelings for them intensify. A bad kiss w/ a fling or one night stand is immortalized as such...
When I've got a lot on my mind (from the mundane to the uberserious) I feel as if my brain is much like a tornado or a blender or a great big mob crowd, running after something (which as of yet is unidentified).
Right now: I'm sad that Peter Jennings has died. I wasn't much of a news watcher when I was growing up, but I do remember watching him & ABC vs NBC or CBS when it came to national news. Very much an icon of my youth (not that I'm old, by any means now, but you know what I mean...) The journalism world has lost an anchor (both meanings of the word) w/ the loss of Jennings.
A = Abba, Fiona Apple B = Barnaked Ladies, Beatles C = Eric Clapton, Counting Crows D = Dixie Chicks, DMB E = Evanessence F = Foofighters, Ben Folds (mostly w/ the 5) G = Green Day, David Gray H = Hoobstank, Missy Higgins I = Incubus, Indigo Girls J = Elton John, Jack Johnson K = Killers, Keane L = Led Zepplin, Letters to Cleo M = Jason Mraz, John Mayer N = Nickel Creek, Nirvana O = Beth Orton, Our Lady Peace P = Pearl Jam, Liz Phair Q = Queen R = RedHotChilliPeppers, Rascal Flatts S = Simon&Garfunkel, Sister Hazel T = They Might Be Giants, Train U = The Urge, U2 V = Vertical Horizon W = Weezer, X = XTC Y = (since I have no Y) 5 for Fighting Z = (since I have no Z) 311
What are yours? Come on, play w/ us! (me & JennJr that is)
I have a lot of work to do, but don't want to do any of it...
My coworker K, just told me a funny cat story. She has a cat. There's some random cat in her building & he managed to worm his way into her apt yesterday, much to the chagrin of her cat. Luckily, the cats didn't kill each other (tho much hissing by K's cat occurred) & K managed to get the encroacher out of the apt.
I suck at storytelling.
My aunt & uncle & cousin from TX are on their way up to my state as we speak. They're here for the wknd (yah, crazy wknd trip, eh?) I'm excited tho. J & I are going to go hang out w/ some of the extended fam. I'm also kinda bummed tho too. My dad has 4 sisters & 2 bros. Usually they all come to the state at once. However this yr, one sister can't come b/c her daughter had surgery & her other daughter is preggers & due to pop at the end of september. The other 2 sisters are coming in Oct. All the boys/brothers already live around here. My dad's family is loud & fun & kinda crazy. Very much ornery. I'm a lot like them. But, J hasn't met any of the extended fam yet. This should be interesting...
Yes, that statement is firmly tongue in cheek. Anyway...
I currently belong to both tBlog & another webgroup/site thingie where J is a member. That's is a nice site b/c J is on here & so are a coolio group of HC folks & my friend L from Htown. However, blogging there isn't nearly as fun b/c there's no sense of community such as I get at here at tBlog.
I really like tBlog: I joined b/c Wiccachicky had a blog & I finally decided I'd stop cluttering her comment boxes unnecessarily & start my own blog.
Well, my Little Sister (thru BBBS) from Htown emailed me the other day & asked me to join yet ANOTHER such site, called Tagged. Well, I wanted to make sure it was a legit site, so I bopped over there. It's legit alright...if you're a PRETEEN. Or even just a teenager. I'd EASILY be the oldest there. A search of her 1st name & last name initial came up w/ like 30 kids, between the ages of 12 & 18. Not even sure they'd let someone who's 27 join! It made me chuckle. I'd like to join, simply b/c I don't get to talk to her much & I really don't feel comfortable w/ her joining this or my other bloggy site. *sigh* I would feel SO old on Tagged though.
Your brain: 80% interpersonal, 100% visual, 200% verbal, and 20% mathematical!
Congratulations on being 400% smart! Actually, on my test, everyone is. The above score breaks down what kind of thinking you most enjoy doing. A score above 100% means you use that kind of thinking more than average, and a score below 100% means you use it less. It says nothing about how good you are at any one, just how interested you are in each, relatively. A substantial difference in scores between two people means, conclusively, that they are different kinds of thinkers.
Matching Summary: Each of us has different tastes. Still, I offer the following advice, which I think is obvious:
Don't date someone if your interpersonal percentages differ by more than 80%.
Don't be friends with someone if your verbal percentages differ by more than 100%.
Don't have sex with someone if their math percentage is over 200%.
My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
It's very much Thursday. This lack of motivation for work had better stop soon, b/c I have a shit ton to do now. One of my school districts starts school the 15th of this month, which, is just 1 1/2 weeks away!
simpsons theme (my brother's cell ringer) Dodge Truck: Hit it! (J's cell ringer: he has a Dodge Ram) outkast: The Whole World john mayer: Clarity blackeyedpeas: Don't Phunk w/ My Heart indigo girls: Closer to Fine destiny's child: Girl rolling stones: Start Me Up (my folks') jamiroquai: Canned Heat (Napoleon Dynamite's dance theme) led zeppelin: Stairway (the end part) ? : Sugar We're Going Down (can't remember the group name) ? : I Believe in a thing Called Love weezer: Beverly Hills weezer: Buddy Holly
Here's hoping that today is a bit better than yesterday, in terms of grace. I spilled food on 2 different shirts & a pair of pants yesterday. I'd like to stay food free...it'd be a nice change.
Apparently the 1st NFL exhibition game is just 10 days away. While that seems early, at the same time, this summer has just FLOWN by. Crazy how fast it's gone. So, I guess I shouldn't be surprised that the NFL season is almost here. I'm hoping I get a chance to play fantasy football this year. Online that is. I will most likely be playing in a pen/paper league thru my parttime job w/ Papa John's. But, I'd also like to play online w/ more of my friends: MG, Wi ccachicky, J, B & A...anyone who'd like. Last year Wiccachicky was commissioner. THIS year, she just moved into a condo, so I'm not sure if she's been giving football too much thought lately. I'll have to ask her about it again...
Well, here's hoping that everyone has a good day & will do something good (aka fun or relaxing) this wknd!
I'm, wow...I just spent about an hour looking on the internet for Hallmark ornaments. Specifically ones of the Wizard of Oz. For someone who's such a fan, man, I was a DOOFUS for not buying all those in the 1st place. Doh! Anyway...I also was checking for the 1st Christmas ornament I have from well, my 1st Christmas. Mine is damaged. I want a new one. However, I need to check to be sure that I actually have a Hallmark, b/c the ones they're showing online, don't look like mine. Hmph.
Well, I got my pictures back. They turned out pretty good. Now, hopefully J will send me his from his coolio digicam & I can add those to my online albums. Anyway...
And, for those of you who're wondering...I am a HUGE Wizard of Oz fan. It started in childhood. Every year the local CBS station would air the movie on tv. And I'd look forward to it every year. I always wanted to be like Dorothy & find new friends in a strange/fun land. As I got older, I still enjoyed the film, but more perhaps b/c of nostalgia & innocence, which we all long for as we age (correct?). My junior year of high school, my AP History teacher taught us a section on how L. Frank Baum's story was [perhaps] based on a presidential race & the silver standard & all sorts of political issues of the day.
Now, I have a little collection of my own Wizard of Oz memorabilia. I'm WAY behind on the Hallmark Ornaments though, so if anyone would like to fight on Ebay for them (I've tried), I'd LOVE you FOREVER!! I'd also like the Monopoly game, but that's impossible to find. *sigh*
I'm getting an ooky/ucky feeling in my stomach. To quote one of my fave high school movies "I felt impotent & out of control, which I really hate".
Why you ask? Well, a lot of the blogs I read here on tBlog seem to be almost at an end. Due to the level of spamming, mean people & other assorted crap, many of my fave fellow tBloggers have been talking about leaving. This makes me very sad.
I joined tBlog b/c of my longtime friend Wiccachicky. She started a blog & I was reading every day & then I thought having a blog sounded like fun. I signed up here, b/c she was here & tBlog seemed simple to set up & post on. And, it has been. And I like my blog & all that. But, part of the reason why I've enjoyed being here at tBlog is b/c of the people. I feel I have a nice, small, group of friends who I read & who read me. I appreciate the people who drop by out of the blue to read & leave a comment. If people continue to leave, my fun will slowly be siphoned away.
The purpose of the post is...well, I'm not sure. I know that you all have to do what you have to do. And if that means that you're moving to a new server, so be it. *pout*. I guess I just wish that someone would pick a new server & we'd all go there together. It kinda feels like my friends from high school, few grades up, are graduating & I'm left behind to finish my last few years. *pout more* I guess I also just wish all the crap would stop & we could just stay here. *sigh*
Back from RoadTrip 2005 & back at work. J started his new job today too. He had to be there at 8:00. After 2 mos of sleeping in, I think it was a little rough for him. Esp since he drove most of the way during RT05. However, I got to drive a little bit. We took J's truck: a 2004 Dodge Ram w/ a Hemi. 4 door, but short box. It's big. I drive a 1994 Toyota Camry. Yeah, I was a little nervous. I think I did ok. I drove the stretches of trip w/ very little traffic. Whoopee.
OK, mini rant: The state of KANSAS has a SHITTY Road Construction system. It actually seems as if there is NO system. An entire chunk of Eastbound I 70 is missing. No concrete left or anything. And, it's been that big slab of dirt for so long that grass was growing on it! Ridiculous! Urgh. Suckedass.
Anyway, we're back. It was fun. We got along fine (only maybe a few teeny tiny glitches) & things are hunky dory. I have a lotta catching up to do (reading blogs, cleaning the apt, laundry, etc).
Oh, one side note. B/c I'm apparently the world's worst fish mommy, I forgot to leave vacation food for my fish. Sam, Frodo & Pippin turned cannibal & ate Gandalf, my sucker fish. So, I bought new ones (after I fed the remaining 3). I bought 3 new ones (to replace Gandalf & Merry (who just died...not sure why) & then one to name John Mayer). One is dead already, so I'm back down to five. I gotta take him back to Wally World (w/ my luck, I don't buy expensive fancy fish). *sigh*
ALSO FROM BLOGTHINGS
Your Life Path Number Is 11
11
Your life path is greatly associated with spiritual awareness.
As one of the two master numbers, the 11 yields understanding and knowledge beyond the grasp of others.
The attitude toward life of those possessing this Life Path is somewhat extreme; extremely intuitive, avant-garde, idealistic, visionary, and cultured.
These extremes make you an interesting, if unusual person, with much to offer society.
The Life Path 11 person is deep-thinking, and you are no doubt interested in understanding many of life's mysteries and more intriguing facets.
Your inventive mind and broad-minded views will permit you to succeed in life in any number of ventures.
You can best serve society, however, in those endeavors utilizing your skills of counseling and guidance.
Much of your idealism is people oriented and quite humanitarian in nature.
You expect a great deal of yourself and of those to whom you are close.
On the negative side, there is a lot of nervous tension associated with the 11 life path, and you can be a difficult person to deal with because of this.
For this reason, relationships, at times, can be difficult.
This is a Life Path that seems to feature broad mood swings between the elation and depression.
You are likely to have trouble making decisions and getting your life in gear, so to speak.
There is a tendency for the 11 to harbor feelings of uneasiness, and dissatisfaction with accomplishments and personal progress in life.
Your grandiose schemes usually make sense, but you can get off the track and they can be very impractical.
You have a very distinct side that lacks common sense, and you are quite often unable to distinguish between fantasy and reality.
In this regard, you are perhaps more of a dreamer than a doer.
When you do get on target, your ideas seem to have been inspired on high.
Perhaps you are not a leader, but you are a visionary and a very talented idea person.
*You make a wand and try to use it.
*You call your least favorite teacher Snape.
*You call your favorite teacher Dumbledore.
*You wear robes to school or work.
*You make "floo powder", get in the fire, and try to go to your friends' house.
*You have read all the books more than four times.
*You've been bookstore at midnight to get the latest Harry Potter book before all your friends.
*You've worn a Harry Potter costume in public.
*You have a crush on one of the Harry Potter characters. (Gred & Forge)
*You've gotten at least one of your friends addicted to Harry Potter.
*You are upset at the New York Times for creating a seperate childrens best seller list because of the Harry Potter books.
*Using clues in the book, you have attempted to find the exact geographical location of Hogwarts.
*You have constructed a timeline of events in the Harry Potter books.
*You have attempted to figure out the exact ages of all the Weasley children?
*You have spent time contemplating which main characters will die by the time the series is over.
*You've been to see all the Harry Potter movies on opening night. (Bonus points for standing in line in costume!)
*You've read Harry Potter fanfic.
*You've written Harry Potter fanfic.
*You run a Harry Potter fansite.
*You visit The Leaky Cauldron daily.
*You've met other Harry Potter fans from online in real life.
*You've dreamed about Harry Potter.
*You have a Harry Potter poster on your wall.
*Each Halloween, there's no question what you'll dress up as...!
*You've spent time doing a timeline to see if you would have been old enough to date a certain character when you were in high school.
*You've vacationed to London, simply to search for the Leaky Cauldron.
*You own a black lab named Sirius Black.
*You've knitted a Weasley sweater or Harry Potter scarf.
*You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to Harry Potter.
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