We got one!!!! :-D
D got me a christmas tree yesterday! He even surprised me with it. I didn't think we were gonna get one and I was feeling a bit homesick for all that. My mom and I would put our tree up (I'd beg for it after thanksgiving, but she'd always wait 'til the first weekend in December) and either that night she'd put the lights on and we'd decorate it or else I'd put the lights on the next day and we'd all decorate it that night. I'm not much for forced family fun, but this wasn't ever "forced". Christmas time seemed to be the one time of the year that the whole family got along fairly well.
So anyway, yesterday we went out to window shop until a client was done with his meeting so we could collect on an invoice. We went to Big Lots first and then to this pottery place. It's called "something Pottery", but they have everything from clothes, to dishware, to furniture. D had been over looking at the artificial trees, but I didn't think anything of it.
Later, after collecting on the invoice we went back to the store. I wasn't sure what we were doing, but I didn't ask. We went in and back over by the trees and he asked me which one I liked better. :-D I swear I almost cried I was so freakin' happy.
We went back home after that and while D tried to nap, I cleaned the livingroom and set up the tree. It's pre lit so we didn't have to mess with any silly strings of lights. We left after I'd gotten it all set and went back to the pottery place to see about decorations. Before we went in, D handed me a $100 and told me that was for whatever decorations I wanted and whatever presents I wanted to buy for family. Oh. My! I tried to say it was okay and that I didn't NEED to buy gifts, but he ordered me to take it and buy presents. How sweet is that? :-)
I found one thing for my mom there, but they didn't have much of what I was looking for in the way of decorations. So, we went back to Big Lots where I found something else for my mom, 1 thing for my brother, and then I got garland, colored ball ornaments (that turned out not to have hooks so we're saving them for next year), and D picked up a couple packages of blue candy canes for the tree.
I couldn't help it but I was practically hopping through the aisles looking for things for the tree and then skipping around the house when we got back to decorate.
Even now, I can't stop smiling about it when I remember I have a christmas tree downstairs. :-) I mean, how many women dream of their man (or future man) surprising them with exactly what they want? I have that and I feel like the luckiest person in the world right now.
Is it sad that this is all over a christmas tree? Personally, I don't think the subject matters, it's the fact that, even though I was expecting to not have a tree this year (and pretty accepting of that fact)...he gave me one. :-) I learned a little later yesterday that it's the first time in 10 years D has had a tree.
Isn't he fabulous?!?! :-D
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Monday, December 11, 2006
semi-early morning post
Okay so it's not terribly early (about 8:45am), but it feels early. As in, I'm awake and wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, but my eyes don't seem to want to open more than a quarter of an inch. I think it was probably 1am before D and I went to bed last night, but that's not too bad.
Anyway, I can't believe Christmas is almost here. I was kinda bummed for a while since I didn't have any really good christmas music, but my mom bought a bunch (like she does every year) and sent me some of them and burned me some copies of the old stuff we all used to listen to around christmas-time. :D Yay!
I have some family members coming in about 4 days. *sigh* I'll be somewhat happy to see them, but I'll be happy when they go back, too. I don't have anything against them...I mean, my dad and I haven't ever really gotten along, but my oldest sister and her two daughters are awesome. I even lived with them for a few months.
So, they'll be coming down this friday, but the coolest thing is my mom is sending a bunch of my stuff that I wasn't able to bring on my original move and she's sending presents she's bought for me and D. I don't know how I'll be able to wait until Christmas day to open them, but I'll try my hardest. I know pretty much what I'm getting from D's mom...some cds, a couple dvds, and some slippers...but the surprise and just not knowing what it could be is always mucho fun. :D
On another note, one reason D and I were up so late last night is that we were playing Warcraft again. It's so incredibly fun! Back when we first started I'd made a Warlock toon and he made...somethin'. I can't remember what it was. But we only made it to level 14 or so when we decided we just weren't playing enough to justify what we were spending on it. But now, I have a total of 4 toons and we've been playing a ton. My main toon is a level 31 hunter, my others are a level 30 warlock, a level 20 druid, and a level 14 priest. Yeah, yeah I know I sound like a gaming geek, but I don't care. :p
Coolest thing, though is that the expansion pack that'll double the game size comes out in Jan. D has played Warcraft for the last 2 years and says he still has only seen about 50% of what the game has now. It'll be awesome.
So...yeah...going to bed at 1am when we've been playing Warcraft is quite the achievement. We've stayed up until 3am quite often and occasionally 5am. It's sad how addictive it can be. :) Can you see how sad I am. hehe
Well, that'll be all for now. We've got to get some work in before becoming totally immersed in that game.
Anyway, I can't believe Christmas is almost here. I was kinda bummed for a while since I didn't have any really good christmas music, but my mom bought a bunch (like she does every year) and sent me some of them and burned me some copies of the old stuff we all used to listen to around christmas-time. :D Yay!
I have some family members coming in about 4 days. *sigh* I'll be somewhat happy to see them, but I'll be happy when they go back, too. I don't have anything against them...I mean, my dad and I haven't ever really gotten along, but my oldest sister and her two daughters are awesome. I even lived with them for a few months.
So, they'll be coming down this friday, but the coolest thing is my mom is sending a bunch of my stuff that I wasn't able to bring on my original move and she's sending presents she's bought for me and D. I don't know how I'll be able to wait until Christmas day to open them, but I'll try my hardest. I know pretty much what I'm getting from D's mom...some cds, a couple dvds, and some slippers...but the surprise and just not knowing what it could be is always mucho fun. :D
On another note, one reason D and I were up so late last night is that we were playing Warcraft again. It's so incredibly fun! Back when we first started I'd made a Warlock toon and he made...somethin'. I can't remember what it was. But we only made it to level 14 or so when we decided we just weren't playing enough to justify what we were spending on it. But now, I have a total of 4 toons and we've been playing a ton. My main toon is a level 31 hunter, my others are a level 30 warlock, a level 20 druid, and a level 14 priest. Yeah, yeah I know I sound like a gaming geek, but I don't care. :p
Coolest thing, though is that the expansion pack that'll double the game size comes out in Jan. D has played Warcraft for the last 2 years and says he still has only seen about 50% of what the game has now. It'll be awesome.
So...yeah...going to bed at 1am when we've been playing Warcraft is quite the achievement. We've stayed up until 3am quite often and occasionally 5am. It's sad how addictive it can be. :) Can you see how sad I am. hehe
Well, that'll be all for now. We've got to get some work in before becoming totally immersed in that game.
Friday, November 24, 2006
Burnt Turkey Day
D and I went over to his parent's house today (obviously since we can't go to my mom's). It was pretty cool. We got there a little late, but just as all the food was done cooking.
There was turkey, ham, super rice (we brought that), stuffing, green beans, cheddar/broccoli casserole, salad with onions, peas, boiled eggs, and some kind of kick butt dressing mixed into it. I got some leftovers of that.
It was also D's neice's birthday so there was birthday cake there in addition to the Bourbon Pecan pie. That pie was so tasty warmed up with vanilla ice cream on top. Yummy!
Every once in a while we could hear gunshots from the neighbor's target shooting. D said it's pretty much a family (neighborhood) tradition to target shoot on Thanksgiving, but the only guns that had been brought were the carry pistols he and his brother Mike have with them. So, sufficed to say, we all didn't shoot. :-(
Um...what else...not too much going on. Still won't be able to afford the trip home for christmas so I'm just waiting on a check from my dad to get a couple things to send to my brother. Also have a visit coming up from family. My oldest sister, her two daughters, and my dad (:-P) will be coming down for a couple days in early Dec. I guess I'm kinda looking forward to it, but I'm sure I'll breathe a big sigh of relief when it's just me and D again.
Well, I'm off to bed...or maybe to read a little bit before bed.
There was turkey, ham, super rice (we brought that), stuffing, green beans, cheddar/broccoli casserole, salad with onions, peas, boiled eggs, and some kind of kick butt dressing mixed into it. I got some leftovers of that.
It was also D's neice's birthday so there was birthday cake there in addition to the Bourbon Pecan pie. That pie was so tasty warmed up with vanilla ice cream on top. Yummy!
Every once in a while we could hear gunshots from the neighbor's target shooting. D said it's pretty much a family (neighborhood) tradition to target shoot on Thanksgiving, but the only guns that had been brought were the carry pistols he and his brother Mike have with them. So, sufficed to say, we all didn't shoot. :-(
Um...what else...not too much going on. Still won't be able to afford the trip home for christmas so I'm just waiting on a check from my dad to get a couple things to send to my brother. Also have a visit coming up from family. My oldest sister, her two daughters, and my dad (:-P) will be coming down for a couple days in early Dec. I guess I'm kinda looking forward to it, but I'm sure I'll breathe a big sigh of relief when it's just me and D again.
Well, I'm off to bed...or maybe to read a little bit before bed.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
babies!!
Okay, well a baby and no, I'm not having one.
Last night D and I went to a birthday party for Poppy (his dad). It was mostly old friends of his and second cousins and such, but all three of D's brothers were there and the wives of the two married ones.
I hung out with D, his oldest brother, and one of the wives of another brother. Apparently, that's what usually happens at these shindigs. Those three hang out while the others mingle.
Oh, one of the brothers had brought a tv and set it up so we could watch the rest of the football game. The Vols won by three points. Yay!!
So anyway, Lisa, the wife we were hanging out with had her neice for the weekend. She's like 8 months old or something I think. And she is such a chubby cheeked cutie! Pretty much once I had a hold of her there was no gettin' her away from me. We were out by the field for the party and it was a little chilly out so she was bundled up in her onesie (sp?), with her little Vols jacket on and a snowman lap throw wrapped around her. I swear she had her weight doubled by all the clothing.
The other wife ended up coming over (magnet to babies) so I gave the kid up for a bit. Then, after the party, we went over to Lisa's for a bit and I got to hold the baby again, feed her, and play with her. I'd bounce my leg a bit and she'd go nuts wigglin' around and hopping up and down on my leg. She'd have the strangest expression on her face when she'd look at D. I think it might've been the facial hair. ;-) But not too long later he was getting grins and giggles out of her.
So, yay for me, I've gotten my baby fix for a while. :-)
Last night D and I went to a birthday party for Poppy (his dad). It was mostly old friends of his and second cousins and such, but all three of D's brothers were there and the wives of the two married ones.
I hung out with D, his oldest brother, and one of the wives of another brother. Apparently, that's what usually happens at these shindigs. Those three hang out while the others mingle.
Oh, one of the brothers had brought a tv and set it up so we could watch the rest of the football game. The Vols won by three points. Yay!!
So anyway, Lisa, the wife we were hanging out with had her neice for the weekend. She's like 8 months old or something I think. And she is such a chubby cheeked cutie! Pretty much once I had a hold of her there was no gettin' her away from me. We were out by the field for the party and it was a little chilly out so she was bundled up in her onesie (sp?), with her little Vols jacket on and a snowman lap throw wrapped around her. I swear she had her weight doubled by all the clothing.
The other wife ended up coming over (magnet to babies) so I gave the kid up for a bit. Then, after the party, we went over to Lisa's for a bit and I got to hold the baby again, feed her, and play with her. I'd bounce my leg a bit and she'd go nuts wigglin' around and hopping up and down on my leg. She'd have the strangest expression on her face when she'd look at D. I think it might've been the facial hair. ;-) But not too long later he was getting grins and giggles out of her.
So, yay for me, I've gotten my baby fix for a while. :-)
Thursday, October 12, 2006
me = domestic (surprisingly enough)
D commented yesterday that he was very pleased with my new-found domestication. In the past week I've made two loaves of banana bread, made an improvised chicken parmesean (made with chicken patties) that was oh so delish, and we got a crock pot the other day and I cooked roast in it with potatoes, onions, tomatoes, and carrots.
In addition to that, I'm doing all the laundry, sweeping, mopping, making the bed, dishes, vacuuming, and general cleaning. Up until I moved here with D, the most I'd ever done is the dishwasher, an occasional meal (mostly boxed, but some crock pot stuff), and maybe some vacuuming once in a while.I'm pretty darn proud of myself. :)
Sunday, October 08, 2006
camping
I just got back a little bit ago from my first camping trip in about 10 years. It was so incredibly awesome! D and I left yesterday afternoon, planning on just staying the night even though we did debate for a while today whether we wanted to stay an extra night. We decided that his brother's hot tub, a comfy bed, tv, computer, and a warm house were plenty of reasons to come back as planned. I definitely wouldn't have minded staying the extra night, but it's all good and he said we can go back any time as long as we have the money for food and gas.
So, a brief (or maybe not so brief) summary.
We left here around 2:00ish after spending a few hours that morning target shooting at his parent's with a couple of his brother's and his nephew. It was so cool! I liked pretty much all the pistols we shot, but D's was my favorite and then his brother's .357 revolver was a REALLY close second. We need to get more ammo before we can go shoot D's pistol again, but he has a ton for one of his rifles so we'll probably go shoot that soon. We've also talked about me eventually getting a carry permit.
Anyway, back to camping. It took about an hour and forty-five minutes to get to the site and set up. It's the best site there by far because it's not incredibly close to the road and there's a hill blocking most of it so it's really private. Also, it was right on the creek so, although it was cold, it was very relaxing and picture perfect in the daylight.
We mostly drank and sat around the campfire last night, but today we hiked upstream a bit with his puppy and one of his brother's puppies. D's puppy is an Akita so she's big and was just tromping all over the place. The other puppy is a Pug so he was a little chicken, not wanting to get his tiny little paws even a little damp.
I swear, the first night of sleep during camping always sucks. The ground was harder than I'm used to sleeping on while camping since I'm used to having an air matress...and it was really cold with the naturally cold air and the breeze coming off the creek, but it was still awesome. D had a one person tent so it was nice and cozy. His brother's puppy slept in his crate in the back of the truck and his puppy slept outside. I was a bit worried about the cold getting to her, but she's got a thick coat so she was just fine. She really perked up when she heard the zipper on the tent open in the morning.
The best thing we ate all weekend was hobo dinners. (Don't flame me, that's what they're called.) D had 'em when he was in cub scouts and they're a required meal on all camping trips. You cut up an onion, a potato, and an apple, wrap it up in foil and throw it on the fire for about a half hour. Oh...it's so tasty!
Anyway, I've rambled on enough.
So, a brief (or maybe not so brief) summary.
We left here around 2:00ish after spending a few hours that morning target shooting at his parent's with a couple of his brother's and his nephew. It was so cool! I liked pretty much all the pistols we shot, but D's was my favorite and then his brother's .357 revolver was a REALLY close second. We need to get more ammo before we can go shoot D's pistol again, but he has a ton for one of his rifles so we'll probably go shoot that soon. We've also talked about me eventually getting a carry permit.
Anyway, back to camping. It took about an hour and forty-five minutes to get to the site and set up. It's the best site there by far because it's not incredibly close to the road and there's a hill blocking most of it so it's really private. Also, it was right on the creek so, although it was cold, it was very relaxing and picture perfect in the daylight.
We mostly drank and sat around the campfire last night, but today we hiked upstream a bit with his puppy and one of his brother's puppies. D's puppy is an Akita so she's big and was just tromping all over the place. The other puppy is a Pug so he was a little chicken, not wanting to get his tiny little paws even a little damp.
I swear, the first night of sleep during camping always sucks. The ground was harder than I'm used to sleeping on while camping since I'm used to having an air matress...and it was really cold with the naturally cold air and the breeze coming off the creek, but it was still awesome. D had a one person tent so it was nice and cozy. His brother's puppy slept in his crate in the back of the truck and his puppy slept outside. I was a bit worried about the cold getting to her, but she's got a thick coat so she was just fine. She really perked up when she heard the zipper on the tent open in the morning.
The best thing we ate all weekend was hobo dinners. (Don't flame me, that's what they're called.) D had 'em when he was in cub scouts and they're a required meal on all camping trips. You cut up an onion, a potato, and an apple, wrap it up in foil and throw it on the fire for about a half hour. Oh...it's so tasty!
Anyway, I've rambled on enough.
Monday, September 11, 2006
update
Just in case anyone was wondering, I'm alive and well. Well...that's an understatement. I'm better than I've ever been.
I love it here.
I love it here.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
It's official
I'm moving to Tennessee. But, a little change of plans...it won't be three weeks or three months...it's going to be one week from tomorrow. So...unless I can get to the Rock this friday, it's unlikely I'll be able to see anyone to say goodbye.
I'll probably call a couple people and will be accepting calls...please don't be offended if I don't call. I have quite a few things to take care of to get ready for my move.
I'll probably call a couple people and will be accepting calls...please don't be offended if I don't call. I have quite a few things to take care of to get ready for my move.
Start spreadin' the news
I'm moving to Tennessee!! It's still undecided at this time whether it'll be three weeks or three months from now, but I'm definitely going.
Giddy doesn't even begin to describe it. I've never been so happy in my entire life as I am right now!
Depending on when my departure is, I may be at the Rock fairly soon to say my goodbyes.
Giddy doesn't even begin to describe it. I've never been so happy in my entire life as I am right now!
Depending on when my departure is, I may be at the Rock fairly soon to say my goodbyes.
Friday, July 21, 2006
My foot is all hurty
I think I broke the pinkie toe on my right foot. Let me elaborate...
My mom used to sell Pampered Chef. For those who don't know, it's kind of like Tupperware only Pampered Chef sells more cookware than food storage containers. Anyway, one of the major items Pampered Chef sells is stoneware. Really great stuff, but heavy as hell.
So there's a tote back leaning up against my brother's dresser with a few stoneware pieces in it and, on my way out of the room the other day, I smacked the edge of my foot against it, particularly my pinkie toe.
It didn't feel any worse than a normal stubbed toe would feel at first, but after a few minutes it was still painful and difficult to walk on. Oh well, whatever.I did quite a bit of walking around later that afternoon...like a couple miles...and I began to realize that it was hurting a bit more and farther up the side of my foot. Later on in the evening I realized that I couldn't move my foot around in my shoe as much as my other foot and came to the conclusion that my foot was swollen a bit. I was right.It hurts really, really bad. So, tomorrow I need to tape it. I mean, that's all the doctor would do.
I'm such a clutz sometimes.
My mom used to sell Pampered Chef. For those who don't know, it's kind of like Tupperware only Pampered Chef sells more cookware than food storage containers. Anyway, one of the major items Pampered Chef sells is stoneware. Really great stuff, but heavy as hell.
So there's a tote back leaning up against my brother's dresser with a few stoneware pieces in it and, on my way out of the room the other day, I smacked the edge of my foot against it, particularly my pinkie toe.
It didn't feel any worse than a normal stubbed toe would feel at first, but after a few minutes it was still painful and difficult to walk on. Oh well, whatever.I did quite a bit of walking around later that afternoon...like a couple miles...and I began to realize that it was hurting a bit more and farther up the side of my foot. Later on in the evening I realized that I couldn't move my foot around in my shoe as much as my other foot and came to the conclusion that my foot was swollen a bit. I was right.It hurts really, really bad. So, tomorrow I need to tape it. I mean, that's all the doctor would do.
I'm such a clutz sometimes.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
change of plans
Okay so California is out. I'm headed to Tennessee in the morning. :)
My flight leaves at 8:51am and it'll be my first time on a plane. I should be back Sunday evening around 6pm or so.
Yay for trips out of state!
My flight leaves at 8:51am and it'll be my first time on a plane. I should be back Sunday evening around 6pm or so.
Yay for trips out of state!
Sunday, June 11, 2006
The first two lines of the last verse don't really apply since I'm not going anywhere.....yet. The rest fits quite well.
There may be tentative plans on the horizon for a trip, of indefinite length, to Cali.
"I'm Moving On"
I've dealt with my ghosts and I've faced all my demons
Finally content with a past I regret
I've found you find strength in your moments of weakness
For once I'm at peace with myself
I've been burdened with blame, trapped in the past for too long
I'm movin' on
I've lived in this place and I know all the faces
Each one is different but they're always the same
They mean me no harm but it's time that I face it
They'll never allow me to change
But I never dreamed home would end up where I don't belong
I'm movin' on
I'm movin' on
At last I can see life has been patiently waiting for me
And I know there's no guarantees, but I'm not alone
There comes a time in everyone's life
When all you can see are the years passing by
And I have made up my mind that those days are gone
I sold what I could and packed what I couldn't
Stopped to fill up on my way out of town
I've loved like I should but lived like I shouldn't
I had to lose everything to find out
Maybe forgiveness will find me somewhere down this road
I'm movin' on
I'm movin' on
I'm movin' on
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
New friend
As the subject line indicates, I have me a new friend.
He's small for his species (about 7 inches long not including his tail), is covered in gray fur, and his name is Mack. Don't ask me why, Mack just fits him.
For those who haven't figured it out yet, Mack is a squirrel. He's not really a new pet since he still lives in "the wild", but I have had two pet squirrels before.
Anyway, I first noticed him about three weeks ago. I just thought he was cute. But then I noticed he kept coming back. I don't know if we just have an abundance of seeds around our patio or he just likes to taunt our cats, but he likes it over here.
When I saw him a week ago, I tossed a slice of bread out for him and he sat there and ate half of it in about three minutes. The rest he carried up the tree next to the patio. A few days ago I saw him again just as I was about to leave. I got a couple crackers and left them on the patio for him. They were gone when I got back.
He was back again today. At first, I just tossed a cracker out to him. He scarfed it up. Three of our four cats were lined up at the patio door watching him. He very boldly grabbed the cracker off the ground and then climbed up onto the tire of one of our bikes and proceeded to eat the cracker all the while staring at the cats. I got a second cracker and held it out the screen door for him. He kind of hopped around for a bit, flipping his tail at me, but didn't come very close. I ended up setting the cracker down just outside the screen door. He came over and took it then.
I fed him three more crackers, all of which he took from my fingers. :)
He's small for his species (about 7 inches long not including his tail), is covered in gray fur, and his name is Mack. Don't ask me why, Mack just fits him.
For those who haven't figured it out yet, Mack is a squirrel. He's not really a new pet since he still lives in "the wild", but I have had two pet squirrels before.
Anyway, I first noticed him about three weeks ago. I just thought he was cute. But then I noticed he kept coming back. I don't know if we just have an abundance of seeds around our patio or he just likes to taunt our cats, but he likes it over here.
When I saw him a week ago, I tossed a slice of bread out for him and he sat there and ate half of it in about three minutes. The rest he carried up the tree next to the patio. A few days ago I saw him again just as I was about to leave. I got a couple crackers and left them on the patio for him. They were gone when I got back.
He was back again today. At first, I just tossed a cracker out to him. He scarfed it up. Three of our four cats were lined up at the patio door watching him. He very boldly grabbed the cracker off the ground and then climbed up onto the tire of one of our bikes and proceeded to eat the cracker all the while staring at the cats. I got a second cracker and held it out the screen door for him. He kind of hopped around for a bit, flipping his tail at me, but didn't come very close. I ended up setting the cracker down just outside the screen door. He came over and took it then.
I fed him three more crackers, all of which he took from my fingers. :)
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Friday, May 12, 2006
Saturday, May 06, 2006
The Five Love Languages
My primary love language is probablyPhysical Touch
with a secondary love language being
Words of Affirmation.
Complete set of results
| Physical Touch: | 11 | |
| Words of Affirmation: | 9 | |
| Quality Time: | 7 | |
| Receiving Gifts: | 2 | |
| Acts of Service: | 1 |
Information
Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.Take the quiz
Sunday, April 30, 2006
happy, happy, joy, joy
I got a car. I got a car.
I got a car,
hey, hey, hey, hey.
I got a car! I got a car!
I got a car,
hey, hey, hey, hey!
Admit it. You people out there thought I'd never get a car, huh? Well, I fooled you all. HA!! Did a darn good job of fooling myself, too.
It's so weird to realize that I own a car. Pure craziness!
Thursday, April 27, 2006
le sigh
No car as of yet. Went and looked at it, though. It's a '96 Eagle Vision. It's got a 3.3 V6 under the hood and oh so quiet. That thing has got some cajones, I tell you.
It's got some minor things wrong, like the rear left parking brake is pretty much non-existent and the same rotor will have to be replaced soon. It also has 161,000 miles on it. That's quite a bit. But, if taken care of, my macho car guy friend said I could probably get a total of 250,000 out of it.
They were asking $1,855 or best offer. I offered $1,500 but they weren't willing to go that low. Still, my buddy Ed said to think it over and, if I decide I really do want it, that I can feel free to creep up to what they're wanting. So...I think I'm gonna start creeping. We'll see.
Ed was gonna check the blue book on this baby and see what it says. So...yeah.
It's got some minor things wrong, like the rear left parking brake is pretty much non-existent and the same rotor will have to be replaced soon. It also has 161,000 miles on it. That's quite a bit. But, if taken care of, my macho car guy friend said I could probably get a total of 250,000 out of it.
They were asking $1,855 or best offer. I offered $1,500 but they weren't willing to go that low. Still, my buddy Ed said to think it over and, if I decide I really do want it, that I can feel free to creep up to what they're wanting. So...I think I'm gonna start creeping. We'll see.
Ed was gonna check the blue book on this baby and see what it says. So...yeah.
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
New car for me?????
So I'm gonna go look at a car tomorrow. I'm bringing along my car guy friend Ed since I know next to nothing about cars.
Of course the guy on the phone is gonna talk the car up, but he said that it's in really good condition, starts up perfectly, the brakes are good, and there's new tires on it. But we'll just have to see now won't we? Yes...yes we will.
Of course the guy on the phone is gonna talk the car up, but he said that it's in really good condition, starts up perfectly, the brakes are good, and there's new tires on it. But we'll just have to see now won't we? Yes...yes we will.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Monday, March 13, 2006
It's getting closer
It feels like time is going super slow. I guess that's what happens when you're really looking forward to something. I just realized it's still a month off, but starting April 14 I get the WHOLE apartment to myself for five days. YAY!!!
Of course I'm going to be a tad responsible and use the time to get some cleaning and some design stuff done, but for the most part I'm planning on not behaving myself. ;o) I'm not gonna go into detail cuz I don't want people feeling like they need to babysit me. I'm an adult for cryin' out loud! Honestly, I told one person a little tiny part of what I was gonna do and they asked if they needed to come over and "babysit" me. Sheesh.
Anyways, it's gonna be so much fun! Like going on vacation without leaving the comforts of home.
Of course I'm going to be a tad responsible and use the time to get some cleaning and some design stuff done, but for the most part I'm planning on not behaving myself. ;o) I'm not gonna go into detail cuz I don't want people feeling like they need to babysit me. I'm an adult for cryin' out loud! Honestly, I told one person a little tiny part of what I was gonna do and they asked if they needed to come over and "babysit" me. Sheesh.
Anyways, it's gonna be so much fun! Like going on vacation without leaving the comforts of home.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Birthday presents
So I may not have gotten really awesome stuff for my birthday, but I loved what I did get.
My mom got me a Krystal Meyers. It's alright. She's kinda like a christian Avril Lavigne. Also, on Monday, she and I are gonna go out and shoot some pool.
My friend Dana got me this really cool votive candle holder. A gift you can never go wrong with for me is candles and/or candle holders.
Joy got me a wrist cuff. It's really dark brown almost black leather with two metal rings on it. It's so incredibly cool. Not something I expected to get. You gotta understand that this group of people goes to my mom's church so the things I like and the way I dress isn't the "norm" around there and isn't what most people there like. The fact that Joy saw the cuff, thought it was "totally me" and actually bought it for me completely blows my mind. She's so awesome! :)
Now, my friend Dave is like my surrogate father. I've mentioned him in previous posts. Anyway, he and his wife got me these lavender colored flowers and a card with $10 in it. Also, they have a total of 6 kids, Scott, Allie, Katie, Erin, Keith, and Amy. Scott is married and lives in Kentucky and Allie and I are cool with each other, but we're not really close friends. Anyway, the present Katie was gonna give me she forot at home so I don't know what it was. I'll probably get it next week, but just the fact that she was gonna give me something was present enough. Erin got me a container of Mango scented body butter. It smells sooooo yummy! The cutest gifts, though were from Keith and Amy. Keith is 8 and he took a regular, white piece of paper and folded it in half long ways and then in fourths. On the outside he put a star sticker and wrote To: Nikki From: Keith. Then on the inside he wrote "Happy B-day Nikki. Love Keith." He also taped a 1 dollar bill inside it. :D Then Amy, who is 4 I think, gave me a card. On the front it had two elephants sitting in a box wrapped in birthday wrapping. It was so cute. Inside she wrote "to nikki from amy oneal." Taped to the outside of the envelope was something wrapped in tissue paper. Turned out it was one piece of winterfresh gum. Y'know, the kind that comes in a package of five. It was still in the package, but there was only one piece left. She'd eaten the other four and gave me the last one. :) So freakin' adorable!!!
My mom got me a Krystal Meyers. It's alright. She's kinda like a christian Avril Lavigne. Also, on Monday, she and I are gonna go out and shoot some pool.
My friend Dana got me this really cool votive candle holder. A gift you can never go wrong with for me is candles and/or candle holders.
Joy got me a wrist cuff. It's really dark brown almost black leather with two metal rings on it. It's so incredibly cool. Not something I expected to get. You gotta understand that this group of people goes to my mom's church so the things I like and the way I dress isn't the "norm" around there and isn't what most people there like. The fact that Joy saw the cuff, thought it was "totally me" and actually bought it for me completely blows my mind. She's so awesome! :)
Now, my friend Dave is like my surrogate father. I've mentioned him in previous posts. Anyway, he and his wife got me these lavender colored flowers and a card with $10 in it. Also, they have a total of 6 kids, Scott, Allie, Katie, Erin, Keith, and Amy. Scott is married and lives in Kentucky and Allie and I are cool with each other, but we're not really close friends. Anyway, the present Katie was gonna give me she forot at home so I don't know what it was. I'll probably get it next week, but just the fact that she was gonna give me something was present enough. Erin got me a container of Mango scented body butter. It smells sooooo yummy! The cutest gifts, though were from Keith and Amy. Keith is 8 and he took a regular, white piece of paper and folded it in half long ways and then in fourths. On the outside he put a star sticker and wrote To: Nikki From: Keith. Then on the inside he wrote "Happy B-day Nikki. Love Keith." He also taped a 1 dollar bill inside it. :D Then Amy, who is 4 I think, gave me a card. On the front it had two elephants sitting in a box wrapped in birthday wrapping. It was so cute. Inside she wrote "to nikki from amy oneal." Taped to the outside of the envelope was something wrapped in tissue paper. Turned out it was one piece of winterfresh gum. Y'know, the kind that comes in a package of five. It was still in the package, but there was only one piece left. She'd eaten the other four and gave me the last one. :) So freakin' adorable!!!
Surprisingly accurate for only two questions
This was an Enneagram test I took. The html wouldn't post right so I just copied and pasted the text. Not quite as cool, but still adequate.
By the way, some of you who think you know me, but this ends up coming as somewhat of a shock, trust me, the test resulst are correct.
The Romantic
"I am unique"
Romantics have sensitive feelings and are warm and perceptive.
HOW TO GET ALONG WITH ME
Give me plenty of compliments. They mean a lot to me.
Be a supportive friend or partner. Help me to learn to love and value myself.
Respect me for my special gifts of intuition and vision.
Though I don't always want to be cheered up when I'm feeling melancholy, I sometimes like to have someone lighten me up a little.
Don't tell me I'm too sensitive or that I'm overreacting!
WHAT I LIKE ABOUT BEING A FOUR
My ability to find meaning in life and to experience feeling at a deep level
My ability to establish warm connections with people
Admiring what is noble, truthful, and beautiful in life
My creativity, intuition, and sense of humor
Being unique and being seen as unique by others
Having aesthetic sensibilities
Being able to easily pick up the feelings of people around me
WHAT'S HARD ABOUT BEING A FOUR
Experiencing dark moods of emptiness and despair
Feelings of self-hatred and shame; believing I don't deserve to be loved
Feeling guilty when I disappoint people
Feeling hurt or attacked when someone misunderstands me
Expecting too much from myself and life
Fearing being abandoned
Obsessing over resentments
Longing for what I don't have
FOURS AS CHILDREN OFTEN
Have active imaginations: play creatively alone or organize playmates in original games
Are very sensitive
Feel that they don't fit in
Believe they are missing something that other people have
Attach themselves to idealized teachers, heroes, artists, etc.
Become antiauthoritarian or rebellious when criticized or not understood
Feel lonely or abandoned (perhaps as a result of a death or their parents' divorce)
FOURS AS PARENTS
Help their children become who they really are
Support their children's creativity and originality
Are good at helping their children get in touch with their feelings
Are sometimes overly critical or overly protective
Are usually very good with children if not too self-absorbed
Friday, March 10, 2006
Update on Gramma
Well my gramma was sent home a few days ago. She's now one of the many old fogies out there with an oxygen tank. All in all I think she's doing alright.
My mom and I are going over there Saturday night so I'll be able to better see how she's really doing. She and I share the same birthday so, while I turned a ripe old age of 22 yesterday, my gramma turned 73.
So...yeah.
My mom and I are going over there Saturday night so I'll be able to better see how she's really doing. She and I share the same birthday so, while I turned a ripe old age of 22 yesterday, my gramma turned 73.
So...yeah.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
My gramma is in the hospital.
She went to the doctor yesterday cuz she was having trouble breathing. They took some x-rays and said she should go to the hospital. The decided to admit her. I don't even know what's wrong. It could be that she had too much fluid in her lungs, but if that was the case they could've just drained it and sent her home the same day. It could also be a problem with her heart.
I'm a little worried.
She went to the doctor yesterday cuz she was having trouble breathing. They took some x-rays and said she should go to the hospital. The decided to admit her. I don't even know what's wrong. It could be that she had too much fluid in her lungs, but if that was the case they could've just drained it and sent her home the same day. It could also be a problem with her heart.
I'm a little worried.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Godsmack
New album in stores 4/25/06
Listen to one of their new songs, "Speak".
http://www.purevolume.com/godsmack
Listen to one of their new songs, "Speak".
http://www.purevolume.com/godsmack
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Four posts in one day
That's what I get for staying up so late.
After some very introspective thinking I've decided that some things need to change. I have a very bad tendency, though, to look at all the things I need to change and try to change them at once, but I never get anywhere because I get so overwhelmed and it all seems impossible. So, upon the very good advice of an aquaintance (dare I say friend?) of mine, I'm going to make a concerted effort to only work on one thing at a time (sort of). I say sort of because I recently started working out again. I'm doing weight lifting, which I've always loved, but I'm also doing some exercise videos. Yeah, yeah laugh. Those of you that know me will probably still be snickering at the thought of me doing an organized work-out video, but...um...you know what? You can bite me cuz I walked 2 miles this morning without having to leave the warmth of my own livingroom. So there. Thbbbtt
But, in addition to that, the "one thing" I'm going to focus on is getting a job again. I've applied at various places around here, but so far nada. But, instead of letting myself get discouraged, I'm gonna keep trying. I'll just have to broaden the scope of what I'm willing to do, excluding fast food...and Dairy Queen. If you ask why not Dairy Queen, then you need more help than I do.
I've learned something about myself. Well, actually I've learned quite a few things, but the one I'm talking about is that I have quite a bit of patience when it comes to others (except when they're acting with extreme stupidity and a lack of common sense), but that I'm really, really hard on myself and have no patience whatsoever with my own shortcomings. That needs to change. If it doesn't, well, that's not gonna be an option. It needs to change so it's gonna.
More wise advice from the Sage I spoke of earlier is that I need to accept the situation I'm in. I need to decide to decide where I want to be a work towards it; one thing at a time.
I made a comment that I needed to find someone to keep me in line, but then I thought about it and, as he sent the message (yahoo im) that I need to be that person, I sent a message saying that I can't expect someone else to keep me in line if I can't do that for myself first. I had to grin at that.
Now, my own spin on the accepting my situation is that, yes, I have to accept it, but I don't have to like it. I can't get complacent and give up and stay stuck where I am.
I could say a lot more, but I'm starting to dry heave with all this self-discovery mumbo jumbo. It's good, but in small doses.
I'll leave you with this, though. I think that possibly the best piece of advice was this: "progress is a good thing, but go easy on yourself, fast change usually doesn't stick as well as slow change."
Peace out
After some very introspective thinking I've decided that some things need to change. I have a very bad tendency, though, to look at all the things I need to change and try to change them at once, but I never get anywhere because I get so overwhelmed and it all seems impossible. So, upon the very good advice of an aquaintance (dare I say friend?) of mine, I'm going to make a concerted effort to only work on one thing at a time (sort of). I say sort of because I recently started working out again. I'm doing weight lifting, which I've always loved, but I'm also doing some exercise videos. Yeah, yeah laugh. Those of you that know me will probably still be snickering at the thought of me doing an organized work-out video, but...um...you know what? You can bite me cuz I walked 2 miles this morning without having to leave the warmth of my own livingroom. So there. Thbbbtt
But, in addition to that, the "one thing" I'm going to focus on is getting a job again. I've applied at various places around here, but so far nada. But, instead of letting myself get discouraged, I'm gonna keep trying. I'll just have to broaden the scope of what I'm willing to do, excluding fast food...and Dairy Queen. If you ask why not Dairy Queen, then you need more help than I do.
I've learned something about myself. Well, actually I've learned quite a few things, but the one I'm talking about is that I have quite a bit of patience when it comes to others (except when they're acting with extreme stupidity and a lack of common sense), but that I'm really, really hard on myself and have no patience whatsoever with my own shortcomings. That needs to change. If it doesn't, well, that's not gonna be an option. It needs to change so it's gonna.
More wise advice from the Sage I spoke of earlier is that I need to accept the situation I'm in. I need to decide to decide where I want to be a work towards it; one thing at a time.
I made a comment that I needed to find someone to keep me in line, but then I thought about it and, as he sent the message (yahoo im) that I need to be that person, I sent a message saying that I can't expect someone else to keep me in line if I can't do that for myself first. I had to grin at that.
Now, my own spin on the accepting my situation is that, yes, I have to accept it, but I don't have to like it. I can't get complacent and give up and stay stuck where I am.
I could say a lot more, but I'm starting to dry heave with all this self-discovery mumbo jumbo. It's good, but in small doses.
I'll leave you with this, though. I think that possibly the best piece of advice was this: "progress is a good thing, but go easy on yourself, fast change usually doesn't stick as well as slow change."
Peace out
Why in the hell am I still awake?!? Sometimes I really despise insomnia. That's all it started out as, but by 3:30 in the freakin' a.m. I wasn't about to try and go to sleep only to get up at 6:15 to get my brother off to school. Yeah, I could've gotten maybe three hours of sleep, but at 3:30 I wasn't even close to tired yet. Now? I'm f'in exhausted. Physically I am anyway. My eyes feel like I scrubbed 'em with sandpaper and my body aches. God I hope I'm not getting sick!
On a side note, kinda, the reason I'm getting my brother up in the first place is cuz my mom has been sick. She's had a fever of between 100 and 103 since early Tuesday morning. Don't misiterpret, I don't resent that she's sick. It's just the reason I'm staying up to get my brother up, why I hope I don't get sick, too, and why I didn't enjoy this bout of insomnia as much as I would've if she'd been sleeping in her room instead of on the couch.
Oh well. Whatever. I got some reading done on Nietzsche (no I'm not smart) and some long overdue emails sent out.
Maybe I'll try to sleep a couple hours after I get the little nose-miner off to school.
*Screams incoherently then slinks away into the darkest corner of the room*
On a side note, kinda, the reason I'm getting my brother up in the first place is cuz my mom has been sick. She's had a fever of between 100 and 103 since early Tuesday morning. Don't misiterpret, I don't resent that she's sick. It's just the reason I'm staying up to get my brother up, why I hope I don't get sick, too, and why I didn't enjoy this bout of insomnia as much as I would've if she'd been sleeping in her room instead of on the couch.
Oh well. Whatever. I got some reading done on Nietzsche (no I'm not smart) and some long overdue emails sent out.
Maybe I'll try to sleep a couple hours after I get the little nose-miner off to school.
*Screams incoherently then slinks away into the darkest corner of the room*
By the by...
I passed my last kidney stone on Sunday. I think I passed a total of four stones. Don't get me wrong, I like pain, but only if there's a safe word attached to it. ;-)
God bless percoset!
God bless percoset!
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
PAIN!!!
I hate kidney stones!!
I woke up at about 8:30 this morning with searing pain in my left kidney. Every time that I've had a kidney stone it's been in my right kidney so this was rather unexpected. And, of course, I was out of the percoset they gave me last time. I was able to take some of my mom's Tylonol 4 (Tylonol with 90mg of codeine). It helped a little bit. Y'know how people sometimes say that "such and such" took the edge off the pain? Well, this didn't even take the whole edge off if that makes any sense. It very slightly dulled it a little bit.
I called my clinic and it turned out that since percoset is a narcotic pain killer, the script had to be picked up in person at the clinic and couldn't be called in to the pharmacy. So, thankfully, my mom was able to leave work at 11am (instead of 3pm), picked up my prescription, and got home by noon. By about 1:00 I was blissfully unaware of anything. My kidney still hurt, but most of the time I was dozed off. I'm sure it was partly due to the medication and partly because being in intense pain for most of the day takes a lot of energy.
I'm still in pain, but it's not too bad. I'm just hoping this thing passes on its own. I don't have insurance so if I have to go in for an ultrasound and, if it's too big, possibly surgery or something else, I'd rather have the stone kill me.
I think I'm gonna go to bed really early tonight.
Oh, and even though I'm sure you don't wanna know, in addition to the intense pain (or caused by it) I was extremely nauseous all day. I threw up three times, five if you count the two times that, after I threw up once, there was about a two minute break and then I threw up again.
I woke up at about 8:30 this morning with searing pain in my left kidney. Every time that I've had a kidney stone it's been in my right kidney so this was rather unexpected. And, of course, I was out of the percoset they gave me last time. I was able to take some of my mom's Tylonol 4 (Tylonol with 90mg of codeine). It helped a little bit. Y'know how people sometimes say that "such and such" took the edge off the pain? Well, this didn't even take the whole edge off if that makes any sense. It very slightly dulled it a little bit.
I called my clinic and it turned out that since percoset is a narcotic pain killer, the script had to be picked up in person at the clinic and couldn't be called in to the pharmacy. So, thankfully, my mom was able to leave work at 11am (instead of 3pm), picked up my prescription, and got home by noon. By about 1:00 I was blissfully unaware of anything. My kidney still hurt, but most of the time I was dozed off. I'm sure it was partly due to the medication and partly because being in intense pain for most of the day takes a lot of energy.
I'm still in pain, but it's not too bad. I'm just hoping this thing passes on its own. I don't have insurance so if I have to go in for an ultrasound and, if it's too big, possibly surgery or something else, I'd rather have the stone kill me.
I think I'm gonna go to bed really early tonight.
Oh, and even though I'm sure you don't wanna know, in addition to the intense pain (or caused by it) I was extremely nauseous all day. I threw up three times, five if you count the two times that, after I threw up once, there was about a two minute break and then I threw up again.
Saturday, January 28, 2006
What will my epitaph say?
Is this me or what?
Some of you know my full name is Nicole and usually when I put in Nicole on a quiz I get something different than if I'd put Nikki...well, I got the same thing for both. Freaky!
Some of you know my full name is Nicole and usually when I put in Nicole on a quiz I get something different than if I'd put Nikki...well, I got the same thing for both. Freaky!
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My finger
Have you ever seen City Slickers? If you haven't, it's a good flick. One of the conversations on there that I think I like the most is when Billy Crystal is picking up strays with Jack Palance after the stampede. Things are rough from the get go between them, but that night they have to make camp before catching up with the rest of the herd and they end up bonding. On the way back the next day, they're talking and Crystal talks about his wife not wanting him around, blah blah blah...
Palance: You city folk, you worry about a lot of shit
Crystal: Shit? My wife basically said she doesn't want me around
Palance: How old are you? 38.
Crystal: 39.
Palance: Y'all come up here 'bout the same age, same problems. You spend about 50 weeks a year gettin' knowts in your rope and then think two weeks up here will untie 'em for you. None of you get it. Do you know what the secret of life is?
Crystal: No. What?
Palance: This (holds up one finger)
Crystal: Your finger?
Palance: No. It's one thing. Just one thing.
Crystal: That's great, but what's the one thing?
Palance: That's what you gotta figure out. You stick to that one thing and everything else don't mean shit.
I gotta find my one thing cuz I worry about way too much shit.
Palance: You city folk, you worry about a lot of shit
Crystal: Shit? My wife basically said she doesn't want me around
Palance: How old are you? 38.
Crystal: 39.
Palance: Y'all come up here 'bout the same age, same problems. You spend about 50 weeks a year gettin' knowts in your rope and then think two weeks up here will untie 'em for you. None of you get it. Do you know what the secret of life is?
Crystal: No. What?
Palance: This (holds up one finger)
Crystal: Your finger?
Palance: No. It's one thing. Just one thing.
Crystal: That's great, but what's the one thing?
Palance: That's what you gotta figure out. You stick to that one thing and everything else don't mean shit.
I gotta find my one thing cuz I worry about way too much shit.
Friday, January 27, 2006
Welcome to the new edition of getting to know your friends.
Okay, here's what you're supposed to do, and try not to be lame and spoil the fun! Just copy (not forward) this entire e-mail and paste into a new e-mail that you can send. Change all the answers so that they apply to you. Then send this to awhole bunch of people you know, INCLUDING the person that sent it to you.
1. What is your current occupation? I'm professionally unemployed
2. What are you listening to right now? The hum of the computer and my mom's rabbit throwing a fit in her cage in the other room.
3. What was the last thing you ate? Sloppy Joes
4. Do you wish on stars? Occasionally
5. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Black
6. How is the weather right now? A balmy 44 degrees. Areyou sure this is January in Minnesota??
7. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Um...someone at the temp agency I've worked through. Needed a new W-2form.
8. Do you like the person who sent this to you? From what I know of him, he's pretty cool and so far we share a lot in common. Shane rocks!!
9. How old are you today? 21
10. Favorite drink? Non Alcoholic - Mountain Dew. Alcoholic - Screwdrivers (or whiskey sours)
11. Favorite sport to watch? Hockey!!
12. Have you ever dyed your hair? Do highlights count?
13. Do you wear contacts or glasses? Both, but not at the same time
14. Pets? Four cats and one rabbit at my mom's and a cat back at my old place (I guess he'd technically belong to my ex-roommate then)
15. Favorite month? August
16. Favorite food? Pork Fried Rice
17. What was the last movie you watched? Sky High
18. Favorite day of the year? The day I get my tax refund check
19. What do you do to vent anger? Not much lately. But at the risk of freaking some people out, I used to punchwalls and self-injure. (still do the self-injury thing once in a great while)
20. What was your favorite toy as a child? Tinker Toys and the original Nintendo Entertainment System
21. Fall or Spring? Fall. (ditto)
22. Hugs or kisses? Both
23. Cherry or Blueberry? Cherry Pie, but Blueberry Cobbler
24. Do you want your friends to email you back? I'll probably just send this back to Shane and then post this on my blog so those that wish can post it ontheir own blogs and so on and so forth.
25. Who is most likely to respond? See above
26. Who is least likely to respond? Everyone (again, seeabove)
27. When was the last time you cried? Mid-September I think
28. What is on the floor of your closet? A bunch of my brother's stuff and junk that my sister didn't take with her when she and my dad moved
29. Who is the friend you have had the longest? That would have to be a boy named Lizzy
30. What did you do last night? I'm supposed to remember that far back? Um...I think I did something lame like bum around on the computer 'til like a quarter to midnight and then tried, to no avail, to go to sleep
31. Favorite smell? Grilling in the summer, freshbrownies, the smell outside just after it's rained
32. Who inspires you? Kinda lacking in the inspiration area lately
33. What are you afraid of? Probably being totally and completely alone the rest of my life. I hate to admit it most days, but I need at least some human contact every once in a while.
34. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? Cheeseburgers! Man, I'm hungry now.
35. Favorite car? Hmm...I'd have to say either a LincolnTowncar (classy) or a Dodge Ram (kickbutt)
36. Favorite dog breed? Hands down a Rottweiler
37. Number of keys on your key ring? 5 - sister's house,apartment main door and apt. door, bike lock key, and handcuff key
38. How many years at your current job? I'm not working, but the longest job I had was for three years.
39. Favorite day of the week? Whatever day my mom has off of work
40. How many states have you lived in? MN
41. How many cities and towns have you lived in? Minneapolis, Eagan, and Lauderdale MN
42. What makes you happy? Getting/giving a real full-on hug, being with someone and being comfortable enough in the silence to not have to fill it with inane babble
43. What makes you sad? The saddest thing in the world is the feeling of lonliness
44. What's one good thing that happened to you today? I got to see my brother wrestle and win both of his matches. And I gotta give the boy props; last year he barely won any of his matches. This year he's ranked in the top two of his weight class and this Saturday he's going to the Gopher State Qualifier. You go boy!
So I know it says at the top to email this to everyone and I'm not saying you can't, but for those of you that read this and have been lacking something to write on your blog, maybe this could be the start of something.
1. What is your current occupation? I'm professionally unemployed
2. What are you listening to right now? The hum of the computer and my mom's rabbit throwing a fit in her cage in the other room.
3. What was the last thing you ate? Sloppy Joes
4. Do you wish on stars? Occasionally
5. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Black
6. How is the weather right now? A balmy 44 degrees. Areyou sure this is January in Minnesota??
7. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Um...someone at the temp agency I've worked through. Needed a new W-2form.
8. Do you like the person who sent this to you? From what I know of him, he's pretty cool and so far we share a lot in common. Shane rocks!!
9. How old are you today? 21
10. Favorite drink? Non Alcoholic - Mountain Dew. Alcoholic - Screwdrivers (or whiskey sours)
11. Favorite sport to watch? Hockey!!
12. Have you ever dyed your hair? Do highlights count?
13. Do you wear contacts or glasses? Both, but not at the same time
14. Pets? Four cats and one rabbit at my mom's and a cat back at my old place (I guess he'd technically belong to my ex-roommate then)
15. Favorite month? August
16. Favorite food? Pork Fried Rice
17. What was the last movie you watched? Sky High
18. Favorite day of the year? The day I get my tax refund check
19. What do you do to vent anger? Not much lately. But at the risk of freaking some people out, I used to punchwalls and self-injure. (still do the self-injury thing once in a great while)
20. What was your favorite toy as a child? Tinker Toys and the original Nintendo Entertainment System
21. Fall or Spring? Fall. (ditto)
22. Hugs or kisses? Both
23. Cherry or Blueberry? Cherry Pie, but Blueberry Cobbler
24. Do you want your friends to email you back? I'll probably just send this back to Shane and then post this on my blog so those that wish can post it ontheir own blogs and so on and so forth.
25. Who is most likely to respond? See above
26. Who is least likely to respond? Everyone (again, seeabove)
27. When was the last time you cried? Mid-September I think
28. What is on the floor of your closet? A bunch of my brother's stuff and junk that my sister didn't take with her when she and my dad moved
29. Who is the friend you have had the longest? That would have to be a boy named Lizzy
30. What did you do last night? I'm supposed to remember that far back? Um...I think I did something lame like bum around on the computer 'til like a quarter to midnight and then tried, to no avail, to go to sleep
31. Favorite smell? Grilling in the summer, freshbrownies, the smell outside just after it's rained
32. Who inspires you? Kinda lacking in the inspiration area lately
33. What are you afraid of? Probably being totally and completely alone the rest of my life. I hate to admit it most days, but I need at least some human contact every once in a while.
34. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? Cheeseburgers! Man, I'm hungry now.
35. Favorite car? Hmm...I'd have to say either a LincolnTowncar (classy) or a Dodge Ram (kickbutt)
36. Favorite dog breed? Hands down a Rottweiler
37. Number of keys on your key ring? 5 - sister's house,apartment main door and apt. door, bike lock key, and handcuff key
38. How many years at your current job? I'm not working, but the longest job I had was for three years.
39. Favorite day of the week? Whatever day my mom has off of work
40. How many states have you lived in? MN
41. How many cities and towns have you lived in? Minneapolis, Eagan, and Lauderdale MN
42. What makes you happy? Getting/giving a real full-on hug, being with someone and being comfortable enough in the silence to not have to fill it with inane babble
43. What makes you sad? The saddest thing in the world is the feeling of lonliness
44. What's one good thing that happened to you today? I got to see my brother wrestle and win both of his matches. And I gotta give the boy props; last year he barely won any of his matches. This year he's ranked in the top two of his weight class and this Saturday he's going to the Gopher State Qualifier. You go boy!
So I know it says at the top to email this to everyone and I'm not saying you can't, but for those of you that read this and have been lacking something to write on your blog, maybe this could be the start of something.
Men beware
I got this off an aquaintance's livejournal.
FBI recruitment Women Warning!
The FBI had an opening for an assassin. After all the background checks,interviews, and testing were done there were 3 finalists. Two men and a woman.For the final test, the FBI agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun."We must know that you will follow your instructions no matter what the circumstances. Inside the room you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Kill Her!"The man said, "You can't be serious, I could never shoot my wife."The agent said, "Then you're not the right man for this job. Take your wife and go home."The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about 5 minutes. The man came out with tears in his eyes, "I tried, but I can't kill my wife." The agent said, "You don't have what it takes. Take your wife and go home."Finally, it was the woman's turn. She was given the same instructions, to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman. She wiped the sweat from her brow."This gun is loaded with blanks" she said. "I had to beat him to death with the chair."
-- from Goliath
FBI recruitment Women Warning!
The FBI had an opening for an assassin. After all the background checks,interviews, and testing were done there were 3 finalists. Two men and a woman.For the final test, the FBI agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun."We must know that you will follow your instructions no matter what the circumstances. Inside the room you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Kill Her!"The man said, "You can't be serious, I could never shoot my wife."The agent said, "Then you're not the right man for this job. Take your wife and go home."The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about 5 minutes. The man came out with tears in his eyes, "I tried, but I can't kill my wife." The agent said, "You don't have what it takes. Take your wife and go home."Finally, it was the woman's turn. She was given the same instructions, to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman. She wiped the sweat from her brow."This gun is loaded with blanks" she said. "I had to beat him to death with the chair."
-- from Goliath
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Know your ABCs
A- Age: 21
B- Band listening to right now: Simple Plan
C- Career in future: No clue
D- Dad's name: Dennis
E- Easiest person to talk to: Ryan
F- Favorite song at the moment: "Shut Up" from SP's Still Not Getting Any...
G- Gummy Bears or Gummy Worms: worms
H- Hometown: grew up in Minneapolis (not really a town)
I- Instruments: a little guitar, a little saxophone, a little clarinet (don't tell anyone about that last one)
J- Job title: I'm professionally unemployed
K- Kids: They taste like chicken and I don't have plans to have any
L- Longest car ride ever: Not sure, but it was a straight drive from Minneapolis to Atlanta.
M- Mom's name: Dana
N- Number of siblings: 3
O- Oldest sibling: Tina
P- Phobia[s]: nothing really
Q- Quote you like: "I wasn't born with enough middle fingers"
R- Reason to smile: Just winning the lottery
S- Song you sang last: "Welcome to My Life" by Simple Plan (do you notice a theme there?)
T- Time you woke up: today? 6:30 am
U- Unknown fact about me: I can write html code
V- Vegetable you hate: Asparagus
W- Worst habit: not exercising enough
X- X-rays you've had: teeth, ankle, knee
Y- Yummy food: pizza, pasta, pork fried rice
Z- Zodiac sign: Pisces
B- Band listening to right now: Simple Plan
C- Career in future: No clue
D- Dad's name: Dennis
E- Easiest person to talk to: Ryan
F- Favorite song at the moment: "Shut Up" from SP's Still Not Getting Any...
G- Gummy Bears or Gummy Worms: worms
H- Hometown: grew up in Minneapolis (not really a town)
I- Instruments: a little guitar, a little saxophone, a little clarinet (don't tell anyone about that last one)
J- Job title: I'm professionally unemployed
K- Kids: They taste like chicken and I don't have plans to have any
L- Longest car ride ever: Not sure, but it was a straight drive from Minneapolis to Atlanta.
M- Mom's name: Dana
N- Number of siblings: 3
O- Oldest sibling: Tina
P- Phobia[s]: nothing really
Q- Quote you like: "I wasn't born with enough middle fingers"
R- Reason to smile: Just winning the lottery
S- Song you sang last: "Welcome to My Life" by Simple Plan (do you notice a theme there?)
T- Time you woke up: today? 6:30 am
U- Unknown fact about me: I can write html code
V- Vegetable you hate: Asparagus
W- Worst habit: not exercising enough
X- X-rays you've had: teeth, ankle, knee
Y- Yummy food: pizza, pasta, pork fried rice
Z- Zodiac sign: Pisces
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Above and beyond little brother idiocy
Sometimes I swear I could strangle my little brother and feel no remorse. I'll explain.
My ex-roommate, Amber, came over today and brought all my dvds with her as I'd asked her to. I was busy doing dishes when she came over so she set the bag of dvds on the table and said that my mail was also in there. We proceed to have lunch and I tell my little brother that he needs to clean the litter box and take out a bag of trash (specifically stated "the canteloupe rinds here on the table"). We all go about our day as usual.
Later on, 'round about 4:30 or so, he starts to watch a movie and one of the previews is for a dvd I bought. I think to myself that I'd really like to watch it so I go to get it out of the bag to find...gasp...no bag. I call Amber and ask her where it was she put the bag and she said on the diningroom table, but it might have gotten moved to the floor. I say goodbye and look again. No bag. I ask Matthew if he had seen it. No of course not. I ask if he might've taken it out to the trash by accident. He of course doesn't remember. He said that he took the litter box stuff out, the canteloupe trash, and one of three bags of trash from the floor. Hmmm.
We both go out to the dumpster, but can't find it. I call Amber again thinking maybe she mistakenly took it with her when she left. Nope. She checked the car already. The little shite and I go out again and look. Nothing. We come back in and I scour the apartment for like the third time. I even look in my mom's room and the cabinet under the bathroom sink (don't ask me why, but one time my brother put the loaf of bread down there. Swore he couldn't remember doing it). Nada. We go out to the dumpster again. Now we're both moving stuff in the dumpsters. It's not very full so unfortunately we gotta get our arms way down in there which results in our heads being almost half in the dumpster. Dumpster diving isn't as fun as it used to be when I was a kid. Of course, back then I lived in the ghetto so you never knew what you were gonna find in peoples' trash.
Anyway, still nothin'. I'm not all that mad at this point cuz I still can't believe he'd do something like that. But, what I came to figure is that, not paying attention as he does ALL the time, he took out the bag of mail and dvds and chucked them in the garbage. Then, some lucky son of a ***** found 'em and grabbed 'em. Yippee....Christmas all over again. I had at least 21 dvds!
It was only around 7:00 or so when I knew they absolutely were not in the apartment that I started getting pissed off. I mean, how can a person be so totally spaced that they don't realize they're A. carrying a bag full of dvds; and B. Throwing away a bag full of freakin' dvds!!!!! I am so pissed at that boy. He's 14 freakin' years old yet he acts like he's 5.
Of all the low down, dirty, rotten things to happen. To quote a line from Fantastic Four, "If there's a god, he hates me" - The Thing. Now, I don't really consider myself that materialistic. I've learned to do without a lot over the years. But that was hard earned money spent on those. It's like flushing a hundred or so dollars down the toilet.
I honestly haven't really thought about being able to get them back. Granted, I did have mail in the bag but it has my old address on it and I doubt somebody will go to Lauderdale just to return a bunch of kickass dvds when they could just keep 'em. I mean, if you had that choice, would you return them? Honestly?
My mom called a little while ago to say that she'd be late getting out of work. She said I sounded upset or tired...I'm a little of both, but I relayed to her what had transpired. She told me that he's gonna have to work to earn the money to buy all of them for me and it doesn't matter how long it takes him. That makes me feel a little better, but I mean, what am I gonna do in the meantime?
HE THREW MY DVDS AWAY!!!!! I don't think I've ever been so mad at him before in my life. It'd be like me throwing his gamecube and all his games away. GOD!!!!
Okay, I am so stressed that I have to go clean something or my head will explode.
My ex-roommate, Amber, came over today and brought all my dvds with her as I'd asked her to. I was busy doing dishes when she came over so she set the bag of dvds on the table and said that my mail was also in there. We proceed to have lunch and I tell my little brother that he needs to clean the litter box and take out a bag of trash (specifically stated "the canteloupe rinds here on the table"). We all go about our day as usual.
Later on, 'round about 4:30 or so, he starts to watch a movie and one of the previews is for a dvd I bought. I think to myself that I'd really like to watch it so I go to get it out of the bag to find...gasp...no bag. I call Amber and ask her where it was she put the bag and she said on the diningroom table, but it might have gotten moved to the floor. I say goodbye and look again. No bag. I ask Matthew if he had seen it. No of course not. I ask if he might've taken it out to the trash by accident. He of course doesn't remember. He said that he took the litter box stuff out, the canteloupe trash, and one of three bags of trash from the floor. Hmmm.
We both go out to the dumpster, but can't find it. I call Amber again thinking maybe she mistakenly took it with her when she left. Nope. She checked the car already. The little shite and I go out again and look. Nothing. We come back in and I scour the apartment for like the third time. I even look in my mom's room and the cabinet under the bathroom sink (don't ask me why, but one time my brother put the loaf of bread down there. Swore he couldn't remember doing it). Nada. We go out to the dumpster again. Now we're both moving stuff in the dumpsters. It's not very full so unfortunately we gotta get our arms way down in there which results in our heads being almost half in the dumpster. Dumpster diving isn't as fun as it used to be when I was a kid. Of course, back then I lived in the ghetto so you never knew what you were gonna find in peoples' trash.
Anyway, still nothin'. I'm not all that mad at this point cuz I still can't believe he'd do something like that. But, what I came to figure is that, not paying attention as he does ALL the time, he took out the bag of mail and dvds and chucked them in the garbage. Then, some lucky son of a ***** found 'em and grabbed 'em. Yippee....Christmas all over again. I had at least 21 dvds!
It was only around 7:00 or so when I knew they absolutely were not in the apartment that I started getting pissed off. I mean, how can a person be so totally spaced that they don't realize they're A. carrying a bag full of dvds; and B. Throwing away a bag full of freakin' dvds!!!!! I am so pissed at that boy. He's 14 freakin' years old yet he acts like he's 5.
Of all the low down, dirty, rotten things to happen. To quote a line from Fantastic Four, "If there's a god, he hates me" - The Thing. Now, I don't really consider myself that materialistic. I've learned to do without a lot over the years. But that was hard earned money spent on those. It's like flushing a hundred or so dollars down the toilet.
I honestly haven't really thought about being able to get them back. Granted, I did have mail in the bag but it has my old address on it and I doubt somebody will go to Lauderdale just to return a bunch of kickass dvds when they could just keep 'em. I mean, if you had that choice, would you return them? Honestly?
My mom called a little while ago to say that she'd be late getting out of work. She said I sounded upset or tired...I'm a little of both, but I relayed to her what had transpired. She told me that he's gonna have to work to earn the money to buy all of them for me and it doesn't matter how long it takes him. That makes me feel a little better, but I mean, what am I gonna do in the meantime?
HE THREW MY DVDS AWAY!!!!! I don't think I've ever been so mad at him before in my life. It'd be like me throwing his gamecube and all his games away. GOD!!!!
Okay, I am so stressed that I have to go clean something or my head will explode.
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Just one of the boys
I had the most fantastic time last night. I made plans to hang out with Ryan, the same guy that I mentioned in the post before this. Unfortunately, I had to go to church because our plans were for after church and it was much closer to him than if we left from my place.
Anyway, the original plan was to probably play video games (he got one of the new xbox 360s) and to call up a couple other guys we used to hang out with a lot, but hadn't seen in a while. Ryan ended up agreeing to give another guy, Jesse, a ride home so he joined our little band. Just before we left church, Ryan called up Ben and Mikey and they proceed to meet us up at Ryan's place.
At first it was Ryan and Jesse playing a bit of Medal of Honor (don't remember which one) until Ben and Mikey showed up. Then, the four of them played hockey. It was Ben and Mike against Jesse and Ryan and then Mike and Jesse against Ryan and Ben. I was content to watch up til this point, but, as some of you know, I love hockey. By the way, the graphics are awesome. It was almost better than watching a real hockey game. After a time Ryan told me to take over for him. Let me just say that Ben and I wiped the ice with Jesse and Mike. Now, you gotta understand that watching and knowing which buttons do what is one thing, but it's a little different when you're in the heat of the game with the actual controller in your hand. But, I have to say, I made some beautiful goals and some fairly good assists.
I think it was after the 6th or so goal, which made the score 6-0 Ben's and my favor, Ben just looks at me, kinda leans over and says, "Nikki, I think I love you. Any woman that likes hockey and can play video games is the woman I want to marry," to which I replied, "I feel the same, Ben, lets get hitched." Jesse and Mike ended up quitting when the score reached like 15-3. We decided to all play on one team for a bit, but Jesse kept griping about how dumb it was (this from the same guy that was griping about getting his butt whupped). Go figure. So we all played a little Perfect Dark for a while. At first it was just the four guys again, but Mike was getting bored cuz he wasn't able to kill anyone and kept getting killed himself. He finally made me take the controller and I think I got five kills in about ten minutes. That's not to boast about any ability I have. I still say it was pure luck. Although, at the end of the game, I'd bumped myself up to 17 kills.
Mike and Ben pooped out and left around 1am so I was content to watch Ryan and Jesse play Splinter Cell. When we all called it a night and I got home it was, no lie, 5:34am. Wow.
Now, for those of you that know me, you know I've been a tomboy pretty much my entire life except for a couple two week or so periods of girlishness when I've worn make-up (yuk!) and the like. But, as I've gotten older people have said that it's less appropriate for me to be the only female in a group of guys, which I say is dumb, but whatever. But to tell you the truth, it was nice to forget myself for a while and just be one of the guys again. Ladies, you might not think guys are as rude and crude as most people make them out, but what can I say, they/we are. The whole night we were unashamedly blasting out farts and belches and complimenting each other on them. One of the guys, I won't say who, actually said when we were playing Perfect Dark, and I quote, "Where in the nutsack am I?". Dude!!! We had to pause the game cuz we were all laughing so hard we couldn't see. At this point it was probably a little past midnight so we were a little overtired, but still, it was funny.
Anyway, the original plan was to probably play video games (he got one of the new xbox 360s) and to call up a couple other guys we used to hang out with a lot, but hadn't seen in a while. Ryan ended up agreeing to give another guy, Jesse, a ride home so he joined our little band. Just before we left church, Ryan called up Ben and Mikey and they proceed to meet us up at Ryan's place.
At first it was Ryan and Jesse playing a bit of Medal of Honor (don't remember which one) until Ben and Mikey showed up. Then, the four of them played hockey. It was Ben and Mike against Jesse and Ryan and then Mike and Jesse against Ryan and Ben. I was content to watch up til this point, but, as some of you know, I love hockey. By the way, the graphics are awesome. It was almost better than watching a real hockey game. After a time Ryan told me to take over for him. Let me just say that Ben and I wiped the ice with Jesse and Mike. Now, you gotta understand that watching and knowing which buttons do what is one thing, but it's a little different when you're in the heat of the game with the actual controller in your hand. But, I have to say, I made some beautiful goals and some fairly good assists.
I think it was after the 6th or so goal, which made the score 6-0 Ben's and my favor, Ben just looks at me, kinda leans over and says, "Nikki, I think I love you. Any woman that likes hockey and can play video games is the woman I want to marry," to which I replied, "I feel the same, Ben, lets get hitched." Jesse and Mike ended up quitting when the score reached like 15-3. We decided to all play on one team for a bit, but Jesse kept griping about how dumb it was (this from the same guy that was griping about getting his butt whupped). Go figure. So we all played a little Perfect Dark for a while. At first it was just the four guys again, but Mike was getting bored cuz he wasn't able to kill anyone and kept getting killed himself. He finally made me take the controller and I think I got five kills in about ten minutes. That's not to boast about any ability I have. I still say it was pure luck. Although, at the end of the game, I'd bumped myself up to 17 kills.
Mike and Ben pooped out and left around 1am so I was content to watch Ryan and Jesse play Splinter Cell. When we all called it a night and I got home it was, no lie, 5:34am. Wow.
Now, for those of you that know me, you know I've been a tomboy pretty much my entire life except for a couple two week or so periods of girlishness when I've worn make-up (yuk!) and the like. But, as I've gotten older people have said that it's less appropriate for me to be the only female in a group of guys, which I say is dumb, but whatever. But to tell you the truth, it was nice to forget myself for a while and just be one of the guys again. Ladies, you might not think guys are as rude and crude as most people make them out, but what can I say, they/we are. The whole night we were unashamedly blasting out farts and belches and complimenting each other on them. One of the guys, I won't say who, actually said when we were playing Perfect Dark, and I quote, "Where in the nutsack am I?". Dude!!! We had to pause the game cuz we were all laughing so hard we couldn't see. At this point it was probably a little past midnight so we were a little overtired, but still, it was funny.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Only human
Sometimes I hate the part of me that needs people. Once upon a time I was content with not being around people for any measurable length of time. I was alright with reading for hours in my room or taking hour-long walks and not caring (at least outwardly) that people I'd befriended hadn't called me for weeks. No big deal.
I'm almost back at that point again. I still vent to one particular person the bitter feeling of not having friends return my calls or emails, though. After working so hard at trusting people and opening up to them and allowing them to see the flawed me, not so much as a "hey, how ya doin'?" from them. But, like I said, I'm almost back to not outwardly caring. Of course there's going to be that little corner of my being that has begun to revert to stone. That part that can take people or leave 'em. The part that, occasionally, will swell with the almost undeniable desire to partake of human interaction and closeness with another being, but that desire will be immediately quelled.
The other day, I got a call from someone I still consider a friend and have no bitter feelings toward whatsoever. She's one of only two people that called me after I dropped off the face of the earth for four months. I didn't hear my phone right away and, before I could decided whether I wanted to answer it, the call had gone to voicemail. She'd left a message asking how I was, saying she hadn't seen me in a while, and asking if I wanted to get together with her, her husband, or both of them. It took me a good hour of going back and forth between deciding to send her an email, call her back, or just ignore it all. I ended up calling her back and setting up a hang-out date with her husband (also a good friend of mine) one night and her another night. But, there was a time when I wouldn't have taken any time at all to decide not to bother returning the message.
I haven't quite been able to suppress a desire to have everything back to where it was. Back to a time when I think I was truly happy. I had friends I hung out with on a regular basis and we had deep, meaningful conversations. I wish I knew what happened to me to change all that.
I know wishing never did anything for anyone, but I wish. I wish that I'd had a chance at a sane, somewhat "normal" life. You're probably asking yourself, "what makes her so special?" or "doesn't she know a lot of people have it worse than she does?" You're right. I'm not all that special and I know, personally in fact, people who have had it worse than I have. But, I still have the right to wish, don't I? I wish my whole life wasn't so fucking dysfunctional.
I guess it's only human to want what one can't have.
I'm almost back at that point again. I still vent to one particular person the bitter feeling of not having friends return my calls or emails, though. After working so hard at trusting people and opening up to them and allowing them to see the flawed me, not so much as a "hey, how ya doin'?" from them. But, like I said, I'm almost back to not outwardly caring. Of course there's going to be that little corner of my being that has begun to revert to stone. That part that can take people or leave 'em. The part that, occasionally, will swell with the almost undeniable desire to partake of human interaction and closeness with another being, but that desire will be immediately quelled.
The other day, I got a call from someone I still consider a friend and have no bitter feelings toward whatsoever. She's one of only two people that called me after I dropped off the face of the earth for four months. I didn't hear my phone right away and, before I could decided whether I wanted to answer it, the call had gone to voicemail. She'd left a message asking how I was, saying she hadn't seen me in a while, and asking if I wanted to get together with her, her husband, or both of them. It took me a good hour of going back and forth between deciding to send her an email, call her back, or just ignore it all. I ended up calling her back and setting up a hang-out date with her husband (also a good friend of mine) one night and her another night. But, there was a time when I wouldn't have taken any time at all to decide not to bother returning the message.
I haven't quite been able to suppress a desire to have everything back to where it was. Back to a time when I think I was truly happy. I had friends I hung out with on a regular basis and we had deep, meaningful conversations. I wish I knew what happened to me to change all that.
I know wishing never did anything for anyone, but I wish. I wish that I'd had a chance at a sane, somewhat "normal" life. You're probably asking yourself, "what makes her so special?" or "doesn't she know a lot of people have it worse than she does?" You're right. I'm not all that special and I know, personally in fact, people who have had it worse than I have. But, I still have the right to wish, don't I? I wish my whole life wasn't so fucking dysfunctional.
I guess it's only human to want what one can't have.
Monday, January 16, 2006
Happy birthday to me
Okay, so it's not really my birthday, but it felt like it for a while today. I'd decided a while ago to close my checking account at Wells Fargo. It's just too damn hard for me right now to keep track of one account, much less two.
Anyway, I'd been trying to find out what my balance in said account was so I didn't go into the bank wanted to close it just to be told that I have a negative balance and I better pay or I'll find the leg breakers beating down my door. Problem was, I don't know my account number off hand and I couldn't for the life of me find a phone bank number for Wells Fargo. Finally, I got the brilliant idea to use the ATM at Super America to check my balance. My mom was already going there to get gas so it was perfect. So, I'm thinking I'd have maybe fifty bucks in there. Much to my delight, it was more like two hundred and fifty! I ask my mom if we can stop at the bank and we get over there only to realize that, hey, it's MLK day and the bank isn't open. So we do the next best thing. We go to the drive-up ATM there and withdraw most of the money and resolve to come back another day to actually close the account.
I guess it's kinda sad that having two hundred bucks makes one feel rich. Unfortunately, but not suprisingly, I no longer have the whole two hundred dollars. I had to get some things at Walmart that cost me a little less than twenty bucks, but hey, that's still a lot of money I have in my wallet.
Anyway, I'd been trying to find out what my balance in said account was so I didn't go into the bank wanted to close it just to be told that I have a negative balance and I better pay or I'll find the leg breakers beating down my door. Problem was, I don't know my account number off hand and I couldn't for the life of me find a phone bank number for Wells Fargo. Finally, I got the brilliant idea to use the ATM at Super America to check my balance. My mom was already going there to get gas so it was perfect. So, I'm thinking I'd have maybe fifty bucks in there. Much to my delight, it was more like two hundred and fifty! I ask my mom if we can stop at the bank and we get over there only to realize that, hey, it's MLK day and the bank isn't open. So we do the next best thing. We go to the drive-up ATM there and withdraw most of the money and resolve to come back another day to actually close the account.
I guess it's kinda sad that having two hundred bucks makes one feel rich. Unfortunately, but not suprisingly, I no longer have the whole two hundred dollars. I had to get some things at Walmart that cost me a little less than twenty bucks, but hey, that's still a lot of money I have in my wallet.
Friday, January 13, 2006
In the presence of royalty
Well not really, but close. I was out at Michaels craft store with my mom yesterday. She and I have got it into our heads that we're going to make and sell hemp jewelry. I've been making it for years and finally got my mom hooked on it. Her church has a craft fair type deal every year so that's what we're looking at. Hey, who knows, if I can make enough money and get enough orders, I may never have to work again. Mwa ha ha ha. Take that corporate america!
Um...where was I? Oh yes, royalty at Michaels. Mom and I had just checked out and were standing at the door so she could put her coat on or something and I just then noticed the woman who'd been behind me in line. None other than a woman named Kathy Darling. Her husband Mark is pastor of the church I used to go to. You know how married people tend to resemble each other after a while? Well, it's the same with them. Their hair is kinda cut the same (except Kathy's isn't all that spiky) and I swear she was wearing the same coat Mark wears.
Anyway, after she paid for her purchases, just to be sure, I asked if she was Kathy Darling. She responded in the affirmative and I introduced myself and said I go to the Rock. I then introduced my mom to her. After that, we both got a "now what?" look on our face. We kind of awkwardly said goodbye and as she left I asked her to say hi to Mark for me.
I know pastors and their wives/family are just as human as the rest of us, but still. I felt awkward and socially inept when speaking to her. My palms were sweaty and it felt like I had little creatures trying to erupt from my stomach. Also, it seemed that my tongue had swollen to three times its normal size so that I was unable to form words correctly.
She also deigned to shake my right hand. I don't think I'll ever wash it. I actually will because otherwise it would be quite unsanitary, but you get my drift.
Um...where was I? Oh yes, royalty at Michaels. Mom and I had just checked out and were standing at the door so she could put her coat on or something and I just then noticed the woman who'd been behind me in line. None other than a woman named Kathy Darling. Her husband Mark is pastor of the church I used to go to. You know how married people tend to resemble each other after a while? Well, it's the same with them. Their hair is kinda cut the same (except Kathy's isn't all that spiky) and I swear she was wearing the same coat Mark wears.
Anyway, after she paid for her purchases, just to be sure, I asked if she was Kathy Darling. She responded in the affirmative and I introduced myself and said I go to the Rock. I then introduced my mom to her. After that, we both got a "now what?" look on our face. We kind of awkwardly said goodbye and as she left I asked her to say hi to Mark for me.
I know pastors and their wives/family are just as human as the rest of us, but still. I felt awkward and socially inept when speaking to her. My palms were sweaty and it felt like I had little creatures trying to erupt from my stomach. Also, it seemed that my tongue had swollen to three times its normal size so that I was unable to form words correctly.
She also deigned to shake my right hand. I don't think I'll ever wash it. I actually will because otherwise it would be quite unsanitary, but you get my drift.
Saturday, January 07, 2006
I LOVE MY BROTHER!!!
I bought a new tv and vcr/dvd player yesterday for mine and my brother's room so I could hook up my xbox to it since there weren't any more plug-ins on the one in the livingroom. Well, to be completely accurate, my mom bought it and I'm paying her back half since I paid for most of her new computer desk.
We had gotten the computer desk on Thursday and stayed up until 2am putting the damn thing together. It was actually kinda fun except for the staying up WAY too late part. Plus, we started so late that we'd only gotten the desk part together so we decided to wait until later on Friday to put the top part of the desk on. Y'know, you got the actual desk and then an upright attachment that has some shelves and stuff.
So anyway, it's like 9:00 before we finished with that (got started late again) and I head off to our room (mine and my brother's) to rip the box off the tv and hook up it, the dvd/vcr, and my xbox. Well, I couldn't understand how to do it. There were a couple more cords than I'm used to having so I called my mom in to help. We spent like 45 minutes in there trying to figure the darn thing out and we still couldn't get it. Finally we had my brother call our dad to see if he could come over today and hook it up.
He didn't answer the phone so my brother left a message. I wouldn't say I was in a funk the rest of the night, but I was seriously bummed.
1. I wanted so bad to play my xbox, due to the fact that I'd gotten three new games (one of which is Halo 2)
And...
2. I was 98% sure dad wasn't gonna call anytime soon.
My mom and I ended up watching the moving Mr. & Mrs. Smith (funny movie) which lasted until about 1:30am or so. After that, I went to bed.
This morning... I was on the computer checking email and blogs and such when my brother got up.
Him: Morning
Me: Morning
He goes back in our room. And a few minutes later...
Him: You better hug me!!
Me: What?
Him: I fixed it
Me: What?
Him: Your xbox, I hooked it up
Me: WHAT?!?!?
Him: Come here
So I follow him into the room and there on the tv is the opening screen when you turn on my xbox after it's been unplugged. What the crap! He said all he did was plug the audio/video from the vcr into the back of the tv instead of the front. What the crap!! I coulda swore that my mom and I did that last night. He suggested I write about it on my blog so that's what I'm doing. And now, I'm off to play Scaler and liquify my brain.
We had gotten the computer desk on Thursday and stayed up until 2am putting the damn thing together. It was actually kinda fun except for the staying up WAY too late part. Plus, we started so late that we'd only gotten the desk part together so we decided to wait until later on Friday to put the top part of the desk on. Y'know, you got the actual desk and then an upright attachment that has some shelves and stuff.
So anyway, it's like 9:00 before we finished with that (got started late again) and I head off to our room (mine and my brother's) to rip the box off the tv and hook up it, the dvd/vcr, and my xbox. Well, I couldn't understand how to do it. There were a couple more cords than I'm used to having so I called my mom in to help. We spent like 45 minutes in there trying to figure the darn thing out and we still couldn't get it. Finally we had my brother call our dad to see if he could come over today and hook it up.
He didn't answer the phone so my brother left a message. I wouldn't say I was in a funk the rest of the night, but I was seriously bummed.
1. I wanted so bad to play my xbox, due to the fact that I'd gotten three new games (one of which is Halo 2)
And...
2. I was 98% sure dad wasn't gonna call anytime soon.
My mom and I ended up watching the moving Mr. & Mrs. Smith (funny movie) which lasted until about 1:30am or so. After that, I went to bed.
This morning... I was on the computer checking email and blogs and such when my brother got up.
Him: Morning
Me: Morning
He goes back in our room. And a few minutes later...
Him: You better hug me!!
Me: What?
Him: I fixed it
Me: What?
Him: Your xbox, I hooked it up
Me: WHAT?!?!?
Him: Come here
So I follow him into the room and there on the tv is the opening screen when you turn on my xbox after it's been unplugged. What the crap! He said all he did was plug the audio/video from the vcr into the back of the tv instead of the front. What the crap!! I coulda swore that my mom and I did that last night. He suggested I write about it on my blog so that's what I'm doing. And now, I'm off to play Scaler and liquify my brain.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Another year
Last night was nothing special for me. I mean, it wasn't horrible, but it wasn't "all that". My mom, brother, and I were invited to a friend's house for a little soiree. They had the best chili cheese dip that I've ever tasted. OH...MY...GOD!! It was so fantastic. I think I had like three helpings of it. There was also guacamoli dip, veggies and dip, french onion dip for potato chips, brownies, cookies, apple crisp, and cocktail weenies. All in all, fairly good.
It was the three of us, the family of seven whose house it was, the boyfriend of their oldest daughter, and four other people from their church. Not enormously crowded, but I did have a small little freak out. I haven't had one like that in a while. Part of me wanted to be there, but another part of me wanted to get the hell out of there and go home where it's nice and quiet and there's only two other people I have to deal with. Have I mentioned before that I'm not really a people person?
Anyway, it was basically just chatting and hanging out. We had to leave early cuz my mom had to work this morning so we didn't get to see the ball drop. Also, the oldest daughter and her boyfriend went out to rent Cinderella Man for everyone to watch until it got closer to midnight, but it would've been harder to leave if we'd waited until after the movie started. So, we didn't get to see that either.
However, Matthew and I did stay up until midnight playing video games. And, you wanna know something cool? I slept all the way through the night last night, woke up at a decent time, and didn't end up going back to sleep even though I'm uber tired! I've probably stated in some earlier post that I'm an insomniac. If I haven't, then I apologize profusely. Night before last, I didn't fall asleep until about 4:30am and then woke up at 8:00am. Granted, last night I took my sleeping meds, but the other night I couldn't cuz by the time I realized I wasn't going to fall asleep, it was too late to take anything. If I had, I would've slept 'til about three in the afternoon. Not good.
Well, I suppose I could use rest of this post to highlight things from '05 that were really significant to me, but I won't bore you, or myself, with all that drivel.
Peace out
It was the three of us, the family of seven whose house it was, the boyfriend of their oldest daughter, and four other people from their church. Not enormously crowded, but I did have a small little freak out. I haven't had one like that in a while. Part of me wanted to be there, but another part of me wanted to get the hell out of there and go home where it's nice and quiet and there's only two other people I have to deal with. Have I mentioned before that I'm not really a people person?
Anyway, it was basically just chatting and hanging out. We had to leave early cuz my mom had to work this morning so we didn't get to see the ball drop. Also, the oldest daughter and her boyfriend went out to rent Cinderella Man for everyone to watch until it got closer to midnight, but it would've been harder to leave if we'd waited until after the movie started. So, we didn't get to see that either.
However, Matthew and I did stay up until midnight playing video games. And, you wanna know something cool? I slept all the way through the night last night, woke up at a decent time, and didn't end up going back to sleep even though I'm uber tired! I've probably stated in some earlier post that I'm an insomniac. If I haven't, then I apologize profusely. Night before last, I didn't fall asleep until about 4:30am and then woke up at 8:00am. Granted, last night I took my sleeping meds, but the other night I couldn't cuz by the time I realized I wasn't going to fall asleep, it was too late to take anything. If I had, I would've slept 'til about three in the afternoon. Not good.
Well, I suppose I could use rest of this post to highlight things from '05 that were really significant to me, but I won't bore you, or myself, with all that drivel.
Peace out
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