This is probably one of the funniest things I've seen.
It is comparable to some of the funniest events in my life.
Maybe it's just that not too much funny stuff has happened to me, but I choose to believe that everyone would think this is just as funny as I do.
The people at the UBS Spirit Shop seem to think it's just as funny as I do.
And here is what happened:
A few days ago, close to closing time, one of the guys I work with, Steven (not my husband Stephen, a different Steven) found 3 blue post-it notes under the hat rack.
Normally this would not be that interesting.
However, the contents of these 3 blue post-it notes cracked us up. For like 20 minutes.
We spent a good amount of time speculating the origin of these 3 blue post-it notes.
And came up with some interesting theories.
So we saved the post-it notes and moved on.
And then-- last night--
WE FOUND A 4th BLUE POST-IT NOTE!!!
Yes, oh yes, Steven wandered back to clean up again and, under the very same hat rack where the first 3 blue post-it notes were discovered, we found the 4th post-it note.
The story continued.
I will now share with you the contents of these 4 blue post-it notes (with all original line breaks and misspellings):
Bro/hubby = docs
antique casa 4 smmer
HUGE garden
something strange in casA
room upstairs = old
plAyroom
wallpaper torn
She isnt well
hubby dont want her
to write
Mary takes care
of baby?
the paper REALLY
bugs her
she dont wanna be
sent to weir Mitchell
but she will be if
she dont get
better soon
she cries alot when
Shes alone
Now she LOVES
wallpaper
follow pattern w/
eyes = Good as
gymnastics
baby = well and comfy
she tries to tell
(and this is where the third post it left us on the edge of our seats!)
hubby she may look
well but shes sick
in the head & he said
Yah Right
shes gettin better
caught hubby/jeannie
looking at it
woman in wallppr
creeps at daytime
Right?? Isn't that awesome!!!
Ok, so now, I want to hear your theories.
And let's be creative people.
The most obvious answer is boring. And we came up with it already.
Your job is to dazzle me with your theories.
The most ingenious theory wins a secret prize!
And once you've shared your ideas, I'll tell you the ones we came up with!
Now get cracking!
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Booooooooooooo
Texas is 100000000000 degrees.
This is not an exaggeration.
Waco is so hot, I literally want to never leave my apartment.
We are in desperate need of groceries.
But I do not want to go to Wal-Mart-- it is hot.
I have to work.
I do not want to go to work-- it is hot.
I've moved over to the other store since Stephen has been officially promoted.
It might actually be ok-- except that it is hot.
The AC on one side of the store is broken.
Which side, you ask??
The side with all the boxes of textbooks that have to be shelved.
Death!
Stephen has been sick. Fever of over 100 for the last 5ish days.
It makes him cold sometimes. Shivery cold.
And I am an inferno.
ALL THE TIME.
I feel so bad for my sickey husband.
I want to help him to feel better.
But I can hardly hug him because he's so warm!
I suppose that some things in the world are worse than heat.
But I can't think of any-- it is so hot.
I sometimes put a wet towel in the freezer and wait for it to freeze and then put it on my head.
Like right now.
Cause it is so hot.
Texas needs to have central air installed inside the state.
Or build a heat resistant bubble over the top.
I have spoken.
This is not an exaggeration.
Waco is so hot, I literally want to never leave my apartment.
We are in desperate need of groceries.
But I do not want to go to Wal-Mart-- it is hot.
I have to work.
I do not want to go to work-- it is hot.
I've moved over to the other store since Stephen has been officially promoted.
It might actually be ok-- except that it is hot.
The AC on one side of the store is broken.
Which side, you ask??
The side with all the boxes of textbooks that have to be shelved.
Death!
Stephen has been sick. Fever of over 100 for the last 5ish days.
It makes him cold sometimes. Shivery cold.
And I am an inferno.
ALL THE TIME.
I feel so bad for my sickey husband.
I want to help him to feel better.
But I can hardly hug him because he's so warm!
I suppose that some things in the world are worse than heat.
But I can't think of any-- it is so hot.
I sometimes put a wet towel in the freezer and wait for it to freeze and then put it on my head.
Like right now.
Cause it is so hot.
Texas needs to have central air installed inside the state.
Or build a heat resistant bubble over the top.
I have spoken.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Long-Distance Friendships
I'm going to make a confession...
Currently, I am juggling several long-distance friendships.
Are you shocked? Well, at least it's not several something elses worse!
I am happy to report, that, for the most part, it's working.
I have a weekly phone date with Emily Iler. We stay pretty updated with each others lives. We usually talk for over an hour and almost run out of things to say! In fact, a few times we've made up stories to entertain one another. Although, recently life has been more exciting. I love Emily and I am very VERY glad that we have been able to stay close friends.
Just this week I made plans for a second weekly phone date with Rachel Greene. :)
This just fills my heart with joy, because Rachel Greene is AWESOME! Truly. We talk about life and reminisce about college days and quote TV shows and movies to one another-- it's great fun. Up until last week, our chatting has been sporadic, but now that we have scheduled a weekly phone date, I am super duper happy!
I have (nearly) daily facebook conversations going with Kristin Edwards and Anna Robertson .
Kristin and I trade job searching woes, tell fascinating stories, and basically write really long posts which (I think) are an indication of how much we miss each other! We also have plans to visit and/or build an awesome castle.
Today I managed to secure a phone date with the above-said Anna! Let me tell you, folks, I am stoked. Yes, we facebook back and forth frequently, but it's not the same as phone talking. And apparently I've missed out on some good things in her life, so I'm excited to talk with her.
I talk several time a week with Sarah Lewis, and we've made plans to watch a few movies together (via phone)! I am excited for this. I think our watching a movie while on the phone together is a brilliant plan. Yes, I love Sarah Lewis bunches and I am glad that our friendship is solid even across the miles. Also, I hear she's planning to visit me! Can we say woo-hoo?
These long-distance friendships are doing well. They are thriving, one could say.
However, not all of my LDF's are solid:
I am slightly failing with my Mississippi friend Andrea Brown. We text infrequently and facebook more infrequently. It's sad, cause I love her tons. I resolve to do better.
Also, I am majorly failing with one Janna Laugherty. Aside from a few texts and facebook posts, I haven't really talked to this amazing woman (who was my maid of honor) since my wedding. This makes me feel very depressed. I miss her tons and tons. And I fully admit to failing her.
So, my blog friends, I am blogging this down so that I am held accountable: I am going to continue to make these LDF's a priority. These people are so amazing and I feel pretty blessed to have such good friends. To those of you with whom I am doing well, thank you! It's a much to your credit as it is to mine that we are keeping in touch well. And to those of you with whom I am failing, I'm so sorry. I want to do better and get back in good contact with you.
I loves my LDF's, but still... I slightly blame them for my lack of desire to make friends in Waco.
They are so awesome-- why would I want other friends?
Currently, I am juggling several long-distance friendships.
Are you shocked? Well, at least it's not several something elses worse!
I am happy to report, that, for the most part, it's working.
I have a weekly phone date with Emily Iler. We stay pretty updated with each others lives. We usually talk for over an hour and almost run out of things to say! In fact, a few times we've made up stories to entertain one another. Although, recently life has been more exciting. I love Emily and I am very VERY glad that we have been able to stay close friends.
Just this week I made plans for a second weekly phone date with Rachel Greene. :)
This just fills my heart with joy, because Rachel Greene is AWESOME! Truly. We talk about life and reminisce about college days and quote TV shows and movies to one another-- it's great fun. Up until last week, our chatting has been sporadic, but now that we have scheduled a weekly phone date, I am super duper happy!
I have (nearly) daily facebook conversations going with Kristin Edwards and Anna Robertson .
Kristin and I trade job searching woes, tell fascinating stories, and basically write really long posts which (I think) are an indication of how much we miss each other! We also have plans to visit and/or build an awesome castle.
Today I managed to secure a phone date with the above-said Anna! Let me tell you, folks, I am stoked. Yes, we facebook back and forth frequently, but it's not the same as phone talking. And apparently I've missed out on some good things in her life, so I'm excited to talk with her.
I talk several time a week with Sarah Lewis, and we've made plans to watch a few movies together (via phone)! I am excited for this. I think our watching a movie while on the phone together is a brilliant plan. Yes, I love Sarah Lewis bunches and I am glad that our friendship is solid even across the miles. Also, I hear she's planning to visit me! Can we say woo-hoo?
These long-distance friendships are doing well. They are thriving, one could say.
However, not all of my LDF's are solid:
I am slightly failing with my Mississippi friend Andrea Brown. We text infrequently and facebook more infrequently. It's sad, cause I love her tons. I resolve to do better.
Also, I am majorly failing with one Janna Laugherty. Aside from a few texts and facebook posts, I haven't really talked to this amazing woman (who was my maid of honor) since my wedding. This makes me feel very depressed. I miss her tons and tons. And I fully admit to failing her.
So, my blog friends, I am blogging this down so that I am held accountable: I am going to continue to make these LDF's a priority. These people are so amazing and I feel pretty blessed to have such good friends. To those of you with whom I am doing well, thank you! It's a much to your credit as it is to mine that we are keeping in touch well. And to those of you with whom I am failing, I'm so sorry. I want to do better and get back in good contact with you.
I loves my LDF's, but still... I slightly blame them for my lack of desire to make friends in Waco.
They are so awesome-- why would I want other friends?
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
I wanna go backwards
Here's the thing:
Being an adult blows.
Bills, jobs, and responsibility.
The only good thing I got out of becoming an adult was Stephen.
So that is why I've decided I want to go back. Back to high school.
I'm sure some of you are staring at your computer screen with mouths agape.
I'm sure some of you are saying, "WHAT?!?!?" with a very incredulous tone.
The question on every one's mind is undoubtedly, "Who wants to go back to high school?"
I do.
And here's why:
Before I turned 18, my responsibilities were pretty limited. I helped around the house. I did my homework. Yep, that was about it. Now, not only am I responsible for a job, an apartment, and etc, but I'm also taking care of another fully grown human. We do share the responsibilities, but still. It's a lot.
I took for granted all the things my parents did for me. They fed me, clothed me, let me drive their cars, let me spend their money, talked to me, counseled me, loved me, and let me move to Missouri after I graduated. If I went back, I could thank them more and make sure they knew they were appreciated.
In high school, "money" was something I took from my mom and dad. I did not earn it or budget it or save it. I spent it. Now that I have pesky things like bills zipping into my mailbox every couple days, I think I'd rather go back to not caring about monies.
No one ever went anywhere. I mean, I think a few of my friends moved away in elementary school, but by the time I went to jr. high, I pretty much knew every one. I had the same group of friends from 9th grade until graduation. It was awesome. There was none of this moving to different states nonsense, like I have to deal with now. (BTW: I MISS MY FRIENDS)
Innocence. Bliss. This was high school.
Was it all candy mountain and rose petals?
No!
Most of the time, I hated high school. It was awkward and weird and... well, high school.
But it was a simpler time. And these days, with adulthood stretching endlessly before me, I long for the simpler days.
True story.
Being an adult blows.
Bills, jobs, and responsibility.
The only good thing I got out of becoming an adult was Stephen.
So that is why I've decided I want to go back. Back to high school.
I'm sure some of you are staring at your computer screen with mouths agape.
I'm sure some of you are saying, "WHAT?!?!?" with a very incredulous tone.
The question on every one's mind is undoubtedly, "Who wants to go back to high school?"
I do.
And here's why:
Before I turned 18, my responsibilities were pretty limited. I helped around the house. I did my homework. Yep, that was about it. Now, not only am I responsible for a job, an apartment, and etc, but I'm also taking care of another fully grown human. We do share the responsibilities, but still. It's a lot.
I took for granted all the things my parents did for me. They fed me, clothed me, let me drive their cars, let me spend their money, talked to me, counseled me, loved me, and let me move to Missouri after I graduated. If I went back, I could thank them more and make sure they knew they were appreciated.
In high school, "money" was something I took from my mom and dad. I did not earn it or budget it or save it. I spent it. Now that I have pesky things like bills zipping into my mailbox every couple days, I think I'd rather go back to not caring about monies.
No one ever went anywhere. I mean, I think a few of my friends moved away in elementary school, but by the time I went to jr. high, I pretty much knew every one. I had the same group of friends from 9th grade until graduation. It was awesome. There was none of this moving to different states nonsense, like I have to deal with now. (BTW: I MISS MY FRIENDS)
Innocence. Bliss. This was high school.
Was it all candy mountain and rose petals?
No!
Most of the time, I hated high school. It was awkward and weird and... well, high school.
But it was a simpler time. And these days, with adulthood stretching endlessly before me, I long for the simpler days.
True story.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Hello children!
Well, look at me, blogging again.
I just can't stay away.
Also, I've had many a request for a new blog.
Apparently, ya'll can't stay away either!
(Yes, I said ya'll, I live in Texas and my parents are from Tennessee! Don't judge.)
So as some of you may know, last week I got to go to my little hometown of Federal Way, Washington!
It was a delightful trip, even though I had to leave my Husby behind.
We survived; thank you for your concern.
Like I said, the trip was super amazing. We did a whole lot of shopping, went walking round the block, took partial family photos (partial because Stephen wasn't there), went to Rachael's graduation, ate way too much food at Mongolian Grill, and basically just spent a whole lot of time together.
I love my family. They are amazing people and I wish that Stephen and I did not live so far away from them.
However, I feel completely blessed that I was able to spend 6 days with them (and I am VERY grateful that my parents paid for my plane ticket; without that, I would not have been able to go).
Still, it was not all fun and games. I had some pretty trying moments also. And because my downfalls are usually very amusing, I will choose to share one of these moments with you!
We took partial family photos in a little park near downtown Seattle. It was a beautiful day: 70 degrees, sunny, a few wispy clouds, a gentle breeze- basically the perfect Seattle summer day.
Stupidly, I wore heels.
This may not seem that stupid, but keep in mind that we were in a PARK!
And also, it's been several months since I've worn heels and I am not practiced in wearing heels.
So the photographer found this really cool looking, low-branched tree for us to pose under, and I was having a hard time balancing on my heels.
Then, as I headed to the tree to pose for my pictures, I was looking at the ground to try and step lightly, and my heel went all crooked.
In my haste, I over-compensated and ran head-first into a low-hanging tree branch.
I saw those little stars flying round my head, like in the cartoons.
A lump formed almost immediately.
I cried.
And laughed a little too.
And feel verrrrrrry sheepish.
So that is my story. It doesn't sound as funny told in blog form, but I'm sure ya'll chuckled a little anyway.
I miss my fam a ton already. Hopefully, in the not too distant future, we will live close enough so that we can see each other every few days instead of every 6 months or so.
The End.
(maybe I'll be back)
I just can't stay away.
Also, I've had many a request for a new blog.
Apparently, ya'll can't stay away either!
(Yes, I said ya'll, I live in Texas and my parents are from Tennessee! Don't judge.)
So as some of you may know, last week I got to go to my little hometown of Federal Way, Washington!
It was a delightful trip, even though I had to leave my Husby behind.
We survived; thank you for your concern.
Like I said, the trip was super amazing. We did a whole lot of shopping, went walking round the block, took partial family photos (partial because Stephen wasn't there), went to Rachael's graduation, ate way too much food at Mongolian Grill, and basically just spent a whole lot of time together.
I love my family. They are amazing people and I wish that Stephen and I did not live so far away from them.
However, I feel completely blessed that I was able to spend 6 days with them (and I am VERY grateful that my parents paid for my plane ticket; without that, I would not have been able to go).
Still, it was not all fun and games. I had some pretty trying moments also. And because my downfalls are usually very amusing, I will choose to share one of these moments with you!
We took partial family photos in a little park near downtown Seattle. It was a beautiful day: 70 degrees, sunny, a few wispy clouds, a gentle breeze- basically the perfect Seattle summer day.
Stupidly, I wore heels.
This may not seem that stupid, but keep in mind that we were in a PARK!
And also, it's been several months since I've worn heels and I am not practiced in wearing heels.
So the photographer found this really cool looking, low-branched tree for us to pose under, and I was having a hard time balancing on my heels.
Then, as I headed to the tree to pose for my pictures, I was looking at the ground to try and step lightly, and my heel went all crooked.
In my haste, I over-compensated and ran head-first into a low-hanging tree branch.
I saw those little stars flying round my head, like in the cartoons.
A lump formed almost immediately.
I cried.
And laughed a little too.
And feel verrrrrrry sheepish.
So that is my story. It doesn't sound as funny told in blog form, but I'm sure ya'll chuckled a little anyway.
I miss my fam a ton already. Hopefully, in the not too distant future, we will live close enough so that we can see each other every few days instead of every 6 months or so.
The End.
(maybe I'll be back)
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
It's the most wonderful time of the year!
No, don't worry. I know it isn't Christmas time.
It's not Thanksgiving, or Easter, or even my birthday.
It was Memorial day yesterday, but that still isn't what I am talking about.
No, this magical event begins tonight.
"Tonight?" you ask, very confused as to what could be so exciting on a Tuesday night...
Well, it isn't Glee, as much as I like Glee. This is bigger than Glee. This is better than Glee.
This, my friends, is Wipeout.
WIPEOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That's right, John Henson and John Anderson return tonight to bring us endless entertainment as people fall on their faces (and other parts of their bodies) in pursuit of lots and lots of money.
It may baffle you as to why I enjoy this show. You may think, "How horrible! She likes to watch people fall down..."
And you wouldn't be wrong. Ok, you'd be sort of wrong.
I LOVE watching people fall down.
Please don't mistake what I am saying; it's not like I'm laughing when a little kid falls down on the playground.
These are grown people, who AUDITION to be a show where the goal is to MAKE you fall down so that Americans everywhere can laugh at you.
The hosts, John and John, purposely exaggerate a character trait (or even physical feature) that you possess and mock it the whole show. They are almost as funny to listen to as it is funny to watch the people fall.
Even if you can't understand my love of Wipeout, you should tune in at least once this season.
It's going to be hilarious.
I can still remember the first time I saw an episode of Wipeout. Anna and Kristin were with me I believe, but I don't think Janna was there. We were sitting in the living room, flipping through channels, and there it was. I don't think any of us knew what it was, but after about 10 minutes, I was hooked. From then on, I scheduled my homework around Wipeout.
Then last summer, when I lived with Nanny and Aunt Ethel, Stephen and I both looked forward to Wipeout night. It was a sad day when one or both of us had to work. Even Nanny and Aunt Ethel would watch with us! That was some hilarious times.
I am excited for this. Wipeout somehow means summer and good times ahead. While it isn't the same without Anna, Nanny, and Aunt Ethel, I am excited to have Stephen to share this magical time with.
After all, it's the most wonderful time of the year!
Wipeout season 3 is here!!!!!!!!! ABC, 8pm, 7pm central, Tuesday nights.
Watch it. Love it. I have spoken.
It's not Thanksgiving, or Easter, or even my birthday.
It was Memorial day yesterday, but that still isn't what I am talking about.
No, this magical event begins tonight.
"Tonight?" you ask, very confused as to what could be so exciting on a Tuesday night...
Well, it isn't Glee, as much as I like Glee. This is bigger than Glee. This is better than Glee.
This, my friends, is Wipeout.
WIPEOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That's right, John Henson and John Anderson return tonight to bring us endless entertainment as people fall on their faces (and other parts of their bodies) in pursuit of lots and lots of money.
It may baffle you as to why I enjoy this show. You may think, "How horrible! She likes to watch people fall down..."
And you wouldn't be wrong. Ok, you'd be sort of wrong.
I LOVE watching people fall down.
Please don't mistake what I am saying; it's not like I'm laughing when a little kid falls down on the playground.
These are grown people, who AUDITION to be a show where the goal is to MAKE you fall down so that Americans everywhere can laugh at you.
The hosts, John and John, purposely exaggerate a character trait (or even physical feature) that you possess and mock it the whole show. They are almost as funny to listen to as it is funny to watch the people fall.
Even if you can't understand my love of Wipeout, you should tune in at least once this season.
It's going to be hilarious.
I can still remember the first time I saw an episode of Wipeout. Anna and Kristin were with me I believe, but I don't think Janna was there. We were sitting in the living room, flipping through channels, and there it was. I don't think any of us knew what it was, but after about 10 minutes, I was hooked. From then on, I scheduled my homework around Wipeout.
Then last summer, when I lived with Nanny and Aunt Ethel, Stephen and I both looked forward to Wipeout night. It was a sad day when one or both of us had to work. Even Nanny and Aunt Ethel would watch with us! That was some hilarious times.
I am excited for this. Wipeout somehow means summer and good times ahead. While it isn't the same without Anna, Nanny, and Aunt Ethel, I am excited to have Stephen to share this magical time with.
After all, it's the most wonderful time of the year!
Wipeout season 3 is here!!!!!!!!! ABC, 8pm, 7pm central, Tuesday nights.
Watch it. Love it. I have spoken.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
I am old.
Yes, older than dirt.
I know I have written several posts about being old and stuff, and it's because I am super duper old feeling.
For example, I slept about 9 hours last night. And I woke up thinking, "What did I just do? I slept way too long!"
As a teen, you can never sleep too long.
Stephen and I worked at the bookstore this afternoon, 12-5, which is the whole time the store is open on Saturdays. We spent some time rearranging shelves and every time I knelt down, I creaked. And getting back up I creek ed.
I don't remember being so creaky as a teen.
This evening we went on a date. Yes, a Date. Dinner, ice cream, and a movie!
Dinner was BBQ from Uncle Dan's restaurant. While it was good, I had no veggies. This troubled me.
When a teen, no veggies = happy.
We went to see Iron Man 2. It was loud. I came home with a roaring headache. Literally, a lion is inside my head, roaring.
And then, I am sitting here typing this blog, and the light from my screen is killing me.
It's also past 11pm and I am sleepy.
I'M SO OLD.
I'm too old for this stuff: kneeling on the floor, no veggies at dinner, loud movies in the theatre.
I'm just too old for this stuff.
I am not, however, too old for: dates with my husband, vanilla Frostys, or texting my friends.
And now, I will move my old bones to bed. Partly cause I want to sleep instead of hear my headache-lion and partly cause I am old and sleepy and have to get up early.
Yes, older than dirt.
I know I have written several posts about being old and stuff, and it's because I am super duper old feeling.
For example, I slept about 9 hours last night. And I woke up thinking, "What did I just do? I slept way too long!"
As a teen, you can never sleep too long.
Stephen and I worked at the bookstore this afternoon, 12-5, which is the whole time the store is open on Saturdays. We spent some time rearranging shelves and every time I knelt down, I creaked. And getting back up I creek ed.
I don't remember being so creaky as a teen.
This evening we went on a date. Yes, a Date. Dinner, ice cream, and a movie!
Dinner was BBQ from Uncle Dan's restaurant. While it was good, I had no veggies. This troubled me.
When a teen, no veggies = happy.
We went to see Iron Man 2. It was loud. I came home with a roaring headache. Literally, a lion is inside my head, roaring.
And then, I am sitting here typing this blog, and the light from my screen is killing me.
It's also past 11pm and I am sleepy.
I'M SO OLD.
I'm too old for this stuff: kneeling on the floor, no veggies at dinner, loud movies in the theatre.
I'm just too old for this stuff.
I am not, however, too old for: dates with my husband, vanilla Frostys, or texting my friends.
And now, I will move my old bones to bed. Partly cause I want to sleep instead of hear my headache-lion and partly cause I am old and sleepy and have to get up early.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Musical life
I have this secret desire.
I want to be in a Broadway musical.
Don't laugh. It's true.
Now, I realize that for the last several years I have been slightly adamant about the fact that I no longer enjoy singing in public.
That is still very very true.
However, I can't help it.
Whenever I'm alone in the apartment, I crank up some tunes and I sing my little heart out.
Mostly in the shower, but still.
Or in the car, when I'm driving somewhere without Stephen (which isn't often) I like to belt it out.
The closest I've come to really singing in public in the last 2 years is at the karaoke bar with my sister Sarah.
But that doesn't really count. (It doesn't count as singing in public unless at least half, no, at least 3/4 of the audience is sober.
And yet, there is a very strong part of me that wants to perform again.
One of the happiest times of my life was during the 2 weeks of performances for Children of Eden, the musical I was in my senior year of high school.
Music wise, it was the best performance experience of my life.
Every night, I would go in and do my makeup and put on my costume for the first part of act 1. And the show night high would start.
And then I'd start to drag just before intermission.
But in the opening number of act 2, I'd get my second wind and I'd feel even higher than in act 1.
And then, at the end, when we all stood and took our bows, it just felt magical.
There is something magical about being on stage.
It was a high I'd not felt until those 2 weeks and I haven't felt it since.
Performing in a choir/ensemble isn't the same.
In the musical, I got to be someone else. I felt what that character felt through the music.
When I sing show tunes in the shower, or when I'm cleaning the kitchen, I get to pretend that I am in this other place and that I am someone else.
It's freeing.
So there you have it.
My dark secret, that isn't a secret anymore, because I posted it on my blog.
I'm pretty sure I won't be in a Broadway musical. Shoot, I doubt I'd even have the courage to audition for one.
And I suppose I could try to do community theatre or something.
But it's not the same.
The big production, the fancy lights and sets, the feel of the big audience, the band or orchestra playing...
I guess I'll just watch Glee instead!
I want to be in a Broadway musical.
Don't laugh. It's true.
Now, I realize that for the last several years I have been slightly adamant about the fact that I no longer enjoy singing in public.
That is still very very true.
However, I can't help it.
Whenever I'm alone in the apartment, I crank up some tunes and I sing my little heart out.
Mostly in the shower, but still.
Or in the car, when I'm driving somewhere without Stephen (which isn't often) I like to belt it out.
The closest I've come to really singing in public in the last 2 years is at the karaoke bar with my sister Sarah.
But that doesn't really count. (It doesn't count as singing in public unless at least half, no, at least 3/4 of the audience is sober.
And yet, there is a very strong part of me that wants to perform again.
One of the happiest times of my life was during the 2 weeks of performances for Children of Eden, the musical I was in my senior year of high school.
Music wise, it was the best performance experience of my life.
Every night, I would go in and do my makeup and put on my costume for the first part of act 1. And the show night high would start.
And then I'd start to drag just before intermission.
But in the opening number of act 2, I'd get my second wind and I'd feel even higher than in act 1.
And then, at the end, when we all stood and took our bows, it just felt magical.
There is something magical about being on stage.
It was a high I'd not felt until those 2 weeks and I haven't felt it since.
Performing in a choir/ensemble isn't the same.
In the musical, I got to be someone else. I felt what that character felt through the music.
When I sing show tunes in the shower, or when I'm cleaning the kitchen, I get to pretend that I am in this other place and that I am someone else.
It's freeing.
So there you have it.
My dark secret, that isn't a secret anymore, because I posted it on my blog.
I'm pretty sure I won't be in a Broadway musical. Shoot, I doubt I'd even have the courage to audition for one.
And I suppose I could try to do community theatre or something.
But it's not the same.
The big production, the fancy lights and sets, the feel of the big audience, the band or orchestra playing...
I guess I'll just watch Glee instead!
Friday, May 21, 2010
Woe is me...
I had a request from my lovely friend, Janna Laugherty, asking me to post on my blog again.
But, alas, I have terrible news.
I have nothing to blog about these days.
There, I said it! And I'll say it again: I have nothing to blog about these days.
Sure, things happen. I go to work, I make dinner, I hang out with my husband.
Here is what I think has happened:
I have a job now. And therefore I am around people more.
So I use up all my funny around the people that I work with during the day.
When I started at the bookstore, I was one of 4 new hires. 1 guy and 2 other girls started at the same time I did.
And, of course, there were the people who already worked there, mostly guys (including Stephen) and one other girl.
Every one has been super friendly and we've gotten to be decent acquaintances.
So during a shift, when there is a lull in the store, or when we are arranging shelves or putting away books, we get to chatting.
As you all know, and probably know well, I like to make people laugh.
My mother tells me that I am "famous" for my one-liners, and I take pleasure from eliciting laughter, especially unexpected laughter.
Therefore, it stands to reason that I spend all my funny lines, stories, or jokes on my co-workers.
And when I get home, stories from the bookstore don't seem funny when re-told in blog form, and I am at a loss for something to share with the world wide web.
Here is a list of what I did today (just so you can see what I'm talking about):
1. I woke up.
2. I cleaned the ants out of the shower (again)
3. I showered
4. I woke up Stephen
5. I fixed my hair and put on makeup
6. I put breakfast together (coffee and cereal)
7. I dried my hair
8. I checked facebook
9. I dried my hair more
10. I went to work
11. I worked; For the first couple hours, I watched the front of the store and read a book about Helen of Troy. Then I worked with Stephen to remove old stickers from some textbooks
12. At noon, Stephen and I went to lunch
13. I went back to work at 1245
14. I peeled more stickers off of books
15. I went home at 3
16. I watched the entire 2nd disk of How I Met Your Mother season 1 and made dinner while I waited for Stephen to get home (at 6)
17. We ate dinner
18. I talked to Sarah (my sister) and Stephen talked to his family
19. We went to Wal-Mart
20. Stephen bought me a Frappuccino from Starbucks
21. We came home and put away our Wal-Mart purchases
22. I sat on the couch, drank my Frappuccino and checked facebook
23. I noticed Janna's request for a new blog post
And now we've come full circle.
I believe that this is enough evidence for you all to believe that I am speaking truth when I say I have nothing to blog about these days.
So, if it is another week or two before I post, I apologize.
If you need someone to blame, blame my co-workers.
Or move here. Then you'd get to be here and hang out with me instead of having to wait for my blog to make you laugh.
Cause you know if you were here, I'd make you laugh.
I have spoken.
But, alas, I have terrible news.
I have nothing to blog about these days.
There, I said it! And I'll say it again: I have nothing to blog about these days.
Sure, things happen. I go to work, I make dinner, I hang out with my husband.
Here is what I think has happened:
I have a job now. And therefore I am around people more.
So I use up all my funny around the people that I work with during the day.
When I started at the bookstore, I was one of 4 new hires. 1 guy and 2 other girls started at the same time I did.
And, of course, there were the people who already worked there, mostly guys (including Stephen) and one other girl.
Every one has been super friendly and we've gotten to be decent acquaintances.
So during a shift, when there is a lull in the store, or when we are arranging shelves or putting away books, we get to chatting.
As you all know, and probably know well, I like to make people laugh.
My mother tells me that I am "famous" for my one-liners, and I take pleasure from eliciting laughter, especially unexpected laughter.
Therefore, it stands to reason that I spend all my funny lines, stories, or jokes on my co-workers.
And when I get home, stories from the bookstore don't seem funny when re-told in blog form, and I am at a loss for something to share with the world wide web.
Here is a list of what I did today (just so you can see what I'm talking about):
1. I woke up.
2. I cleaned the ants out of the shower (again)
3. I showered
4. I woke up Stephen
5. I fixed my hair and put on makeup
6. I put breakfast together (coffee and cereal)
7. I dried my hair
8. I checked facebook
9. I dried my hair more
10. I went to work
11. I worked; For the first couple hours, I watched the front of the store and read a book about Helen of Troy. Then I worked with Stephen to remove old stickers from some textbooks
12. At noon, Stephen and I went to lunch
13. I went back to work at 1245
14. I peeled more stickers off of books
15. I went home at 3
16. I watched the entire 2nd disk of How I Met Your Mother season 1 and made dinner while I waited for Stephen to get home (at 6)
17. We ate dinner
18. I talked to Sarah (my sister) and Stephen talked to his family
19. We went to Wal-Mart
20. Stephen bought me a Frappuccino from Starbucks
21. We came home and put away our Wal-Mart purchases
22. I sat on the couch, drank my Frappuccino and checked facebook
23. I noticed Janna's request for a new blog post
And now we've come full circle.
I believe that this is enough evidence for you all to believe that I am speaking truth when I say I have nothing to blog about these days.
So, if it is another week or two before I post, I apologize.
If you need someone to blame, blame my co-workers.
Or move here. Then you'd get to be here and hang out with me instead of having to wait for my blog to make you laugh.
Cause you know if you were here, I'd make you laugh.
I have spoken.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
What I have learned from marriage:
In my five months of marriage, I have learned many things.
Many things.
I could make a list of all the things I have learned so far, but instead, I will focus on an aspect that has surprised me recently.
If you have ever lived with me (and about 1/2 of the readership of my blog has lived with me: my mom, Sarah, Janna, Anna, Stephen), then you know that I enjoy my alone time.
I have always liked to have time to myself and time to do my own thing. Some might call me independent.
But lately, I've realized that I need a lot less alone time than I used to.
It's strange.
For the first month of our marriage, Stephen and I didn't have jobs. We spent time organizing our new apartment and trying to figure out Waco.
And then even after Stephen got his part-time job at the bookstore and I was looking for a job, we still spent a lot of time together.
So I suppose that I grew used to having him around. When he'd go to work, I'd be stuck at home. Sure, putting in online applications took up some time and so did facebook. But eventually, I'd run out of things to do.
And it wasn't just that I'd get bored, it was that I got tired of being alone.
This is a very odd thing for me to discover about myself.
I never used to mind being alone.
I had my own room the first year I lived in the dorm at SBU.
And I'm sure my former roommates can all vouch for the fact that I liked to go into my room and read or study and just be alone for a while.
And Stephen has ruined that.
Maybe when I get a full-time job, I can go back to having some independence.
Or maybe once I make friends here in Waco, I'll start to want my alone time again.
Any of my current friends want to move to Texas???
Many things.
I could make a list of all the things I have learned so far, but instead, I will focus on an aspect that has surprised me recently.
If you have ever lived with me (and about 1/2 of the readership of my blog has lived with me: my mom, Sarah, Janna, Anna, Stephen), then you know that I enjoy my alone time.
I have always liked to have time to myself and time to do my own thing. Some might call me independent.
But lately, I've realized that I need a lot less alone time than I used to.
It's strange.
For the first month of our marriage, Stephen and I didn't have jobs. We spent time organizing our new apartment and trying to figure out Waco.
And then even after Stephen got his part-time job at the bookstore and I was looking for a job, we still spent a lot of time together.
So I suppose that I grew used to having him around. When he'd go to work, I'd be stuck at home. Sure, putting in online applications took up some time and so did facebook. But eventually, I'd run out of things to do.
And it wasn't just that I'd get bored, it was that I got tired of being alone.
This is a very odd thing for me to discover about myself.
I never used to mind being alone.
I had my own room the first year I lived in the dorm at SBU.
And I'm sure my former roommates can all vouch for the fact that I liked to go into my room and read or study and just be alone for a while.
And Stephen has ruined that.
Maybe when I get a full-time job, I can go back to having some independence.
Or maybe once I make friends here in Waco, I'll start to want my alone time again.
Any of my current friends want to move to Texas???
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Think about it...
Well, I did it.
I finally had my hairs cut.
Here is the sad thing: I called, like, 7 salons.
I tried to be very thorough. I wanted someone who knew curly hair and could cut it well.
And I found a woman who has curly hair and said she has curly headed clients and has been hair cutting for 16 years.
I thought, "Yay! She will understand and do a good job!"
So I made the appointment, went to the salon, met this woman.
She had stick straight hair.
First of all, I think it is sad when people boast about having curly hair but they straighten it all the time.
NO ONE IN THE SALON KNEW SHE HAD CURLY HAIR!
What does this tell me? Either she really hated her curls or she never learned to manage them.
Secondly, I explained (in great detail) what I usually get, what I like, what I dislike, and how I wanted her to cut my hair.
She listened pretty well, and for the most part I think I like the cut.
However, she overlooked a very very crucial part of my directives: Shape.
Curly hair, when cut straight across or cut without a slight layering effect looks like a box.
This is how my hair now looks.
Like a box.
I told her that I usually have my hair cut in a subtle V shape, so as to give it shape (and to prevent it from looking like an overgrown mullet (which I thought went without saying) but apparently I needed to have said this out loud) and when my hair was still wet I could not tell very well how this task was accomplished.
It was not done at all, I fear.
Now, maybe my hair is just in shock. I have had this problem before, when I have had several inches taken off my hair, and it goes into severe shock.
This could be the case.
But I couldn't resist looking at pictures from my last 2 hair cuts and they looked sooooo much better than this one!
It was cheap-ish though. For a curly hair cut. $20. Not bad at all.
So, if in the next few days, I'm not completely satisfied with my purchase, I'll just scoot back to the store and get a refund. (Or I'll just ask her to fix it a little)
I'd attempt to fix it myself, but I think the word *DISASTER* says it all.
Me, scissors, and my hair is a Bad (with a capital B) Idea (with a capital I).
In other news, Stephen bought me A.A. Milne's The House at Pooh Corner and a package of mini-pens. Happy!
I love miniature things! Just ask Stephen: anytime we go anywhere, if I see something little, it's cute and I want it.
I don't know when this started or why, but who cares?
Little things are awesome.
And cute. Like teacup pigs.
Maybe, another time, I'll do a whole post about tiny things. But for tonight, I'll say goodnight. Maybe post some new hair cut pictures tomorrow!
GOOD NIGHT BLOG!
I finally had my hairs cut.
Here is the sad thing: I called, like, 7 salons.
I tried to be very thorough. I wanted someone who knew curly hair and could cut it well.
And I found a woman who has curly hair and said she has curly headed clients and has been hair cutting for 16 years.
I thought, "Yay! She will understand and do a good job!"
So I made the appointment, went to the salon, met this woman.
She had stick straight hair.
First of all, I think it is sad when people boast about having curly hair but they straighten it all the time.
NO ONE IN THE SALON KNEW SHE HAD CURLY HAIR!
What does this tell me? Either she really hated her curls or she never learned to manage them.
Secondly, I explained (in great detail) what I usually get, what I like, what I dislike, and how I wanted her to cut my hair.
She listened pretty well, and for the most part I think I like the cut.
However, she overlooked a very very crucial part of my directives: Shape.
Curly hair, when cut straight across or cut without a slight layering effect looks like a box.
This is how my hair now looks.
Like a box.
I told her that I usually have my hair cut in a subtle V shape, so as to give it shape (and to prevent it from looking like an overgrown mullet (which I thought went without saying) but apparently I needed to have said this out loud) and when my hair was still wet I could not tell very well how this task was accomplished.
It was not done at all, I fear.
Now, maybe my hair is just in shock. I have had this problem before, when I have had several inches taken off my hair, and it goes into severe shock.
This could be the case.
But I couldn't resist looking at pictures from my last 2 hair cuts and they looked sooooo much better than this one!
It was cheap-ish though. For a curly hair cut. $20. Not bad at all.
So, if in the next few days, I'm not completely satisfied with my purchase, I'll just scoot back to the store and get a refund. (Or I'll just ask her to fix it a little)
I'd attempt to fix it myself, but I think the word *DISASTER* says it all.
Me, scissors, and my hair is a Bad (with a capital B) Idea (with a capital I).
In other news, Stephen bought me A.A. Milne's The House at Pooh Corner and a package of mini-pens. Happy!
I love miniature things! Just ask Stephen: anytime we go anywhere, if I see something little, it's cute and I want it.
I don't know when this started or why, but who cares?
Little things are awesome.
And cute. Like teacup pigs.
Maybe, another time, I'll do a whole post about tiny things. But for tonight, I'll say goodnight. Maybe post some new hair cut pictures tomorrow!
GOOD NIGHT BLOG!
Sunday, May 9, 2010
**Special Mother's Day Weekend Listing**
Today, my loving husband and I went grocery shopping at Wal-Mart.
We basically had no groceries in the house, so we piled items high on the rolly-register thing.
I think the cashier woman felt like she needed to talk to us, maybe because we had so much stuff or maybe because she is just a friendly person, but at any rate, the first thing she said to me was, "Are you a mother?"
AHHHHHHHHH!
That's what happened in my head.
I think I blushed and sputtered until Stephen said, no we've only been married about 5 months; if she was a mom, we'd be in trouble!
Then we all awkwardly laughed.
But it made me think:
Though I am not a mother, I am very thankful for mine and for Stephen's and for all my friends mothers, because without them I wouldn't have me, my husband, or any of my friends!
So, in honor of my mother, Juanita Lewis, who is, in my opinion, a truly amazing momma, this Sunday my weekend listing is a tribute to her awesomeness:
Top 10 reasons my mom is awesome:
10. She has aged gracefully, so I know that as I get older I'll look good.
9. She is the smartest person I know. Any time I have a problem or a question, I go to her first... (After I've talked to Stephen.)
8. Somehow she finds time to be a great mother, wife, daughter, friend and supervisor at work. (I don't know how she does it!)
7. She is an encourager. To everyone. Not just me, but to EVERYONE. She writes me little notes or calls and leaves me messages to let me know I'm loved and she's proud of me and she's praying for me. She does it for Stephen now too.
6. She used to scratch my back while I was going to sleep. :)
5. She always has time for me. Even if it's not right at that moment, she'll make time
for me later.
4. The only way she will jump into water is if she can do a somersault.
3. She made up a song to sing to us at night.
2. She has the greatest and most contagious laugh ever.
And the number 1 reason my mom is awesome is:
She loves me soooooooooooo much!
There are at least a bazillion other things I could list, so this is just a short summary.
I love you Mom! And to all mothers, Happy Mother's Day.
And to those of you who aren't yet mothers, I plan on staying that way for a while...
How 'bout you?
We basically had no groceries in the house, so we piled items high on the rolly-register thing.
I think the cashier woman felt like she needed to talk to us, maybe because we had so much stuff or maybe because she is just a friendly person, but at any rate, the first thing she said to me was, "Are you a mother?"
AHHHHHHHHH!
That's what happened in my head.
I think I blushed and sputtered until Stephen said, no we've only been married about 5 months; if she was a mom, we'd be in trouble!
Then we all awkwardly laughed.
But it made me think:
Though I am not a mother, I am very thankful for mine and for Stephen's and for all my friends mothers, because without them I wouldn't have me, my husband, or any of my friends!
So, in honor of my mother, Juanita Lewis, who is, in my opinion, a truly amazing momma, this Sunday my weekend listing is a tribute to her awesomeness:
Top 10 reasons my mom is awesome:
10. She has aged gracefully, so I know that as I get older I'll look good.
9. She is the smartest person I know. Any time I have a problem or a question, I go to her first... (After I've talked to Stephen.)
8. Somehow she finds time to be a great mother, wife, daughter, friend and supervisor at work. (I don't know how she does it!)
7. She is an encourager. To everyone. Not just me, but to EVERYONE. She writes me little notes or calls and leaves me messages to let me know I'm loved and she's proud of me and she's praying for me. She does it for Stephen now too.
6. She used to scratch my back while I was going to sleep. :)
5. She always has time for me. Even if it's not right at that moment, she'll make time
for me later.
4. The only way she will jump into water is if she can do a somersault.
3. She made up a song to sing to us at night.
2. She has the greatest and most contagious laugh ever.
And the number 1 reason my mom is awesome is:
She loves me soooooooooooo much!
There are at least a bazillion other things I could list, so this is just a short summary.
I love you Mom! And to all mothers, Happy Mother's Day.
And to those of you who aren't yet mothers, I plan on staying that way for a while...
How 'bout you?
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Joy in the little things--
So yesterday, Stephen and I both worked over 8 hours at the bookstore.
It was a LONG day.
So when we got home, we wanted to unwind and spend some time together, and be able to talk about something besides textbooks...
We watched a little TV, ate dinner and decided to play Skip-Bo.
In case you don't know Stephen or me at all, I'll let you in on a little secret:
We are VERY competitive people.
Our game-playing usually ends with one of us very frustrated and one of us very smug. And it does differ, depending on the game we play.
Skip-Bo is usually a better choice, because we win pretty evenly.... But not last night.
No, last night, I beat Stephen. Beat him good.
And in his frustration, he threw his remaining card up in the air, as so many *cough*sorelosers*cough* do....
Instead of flipping to the table, it did a graceful 180 and hit him square in the eye.
Not the eye lid. Not his eye lashes. Not his eyebrow.
In the eye.
And he had on his GLASSES!
In the irony of the moment, I will admit that I laughed. A lot. And then I asked him if he was ok. and then I laughed some more. In fact, I laughed so hard I cried.
It was good. It was needed. It's been a long week and a lot of working hours.
Even though the laugh was at the expense of my husband's eye, I'm sure he would say it was worth it, and needed too.
If any of you had a long week and needed a laugh, I hope this story helped. If not, I'm sorry. And if it's not that funny, I apologize. I was really tired last night and I am pretty tired tonight. And I still think it was hilarious.
It was a LONG day.
So when we got home, we wanted to unwind and spend some time together, and be able to talk about something besides textbooks...
We watched a little TV, ate dinner and decided to play Skip-Bo.
In case you don't know Stephen or me at all, I'll let you in on a little secret:
We are VERY competitive people.
Our game-playing usually ends with one of us very frustrated and one of us very smug. And it does differ, depending on the game we play.
Skip-Bo is usually a better choice, because we win pretty evenly.... But not last night.
No, last night, I beat Stephen. Beat him good.
And in his frustration, he threw his remaining card up in the air, as so many *cough*sorelosers*cough* do....
Instead of flipping to the table, it did a graceful 180 and hit him square in the eye.
Not the eye lid. Not his eye lashes. Not his eyebrow.
In the eye.
And he had on his GLASSES!
In the irony of the moment, I will admit that I laughed. A lot. And then I asked him if he was ok. and then I laughed some more. In fact, I laughed so hard I cried.
It was good. It was needed. It's been a long week and a lot of working hours.
Even though the laugh was at the expense of my husband's eye, I'm sure he would say it was worth it, and needed too.
If any of you had a long week and needed a laugh, I hope this story helped. If not, I'm sorry. And if it's not that funny, I apologize. I was really tired last night and I am pretty tired tonight. And I still think it was hilarious.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Five Stages
This Sunday's edition of Weekend Listing is going to be a sad one.
Today, I have gone through the five stages of grief:
1. Denial
2. Anger
3. Bargaining
4. Depression
5. Acceptance
Why, you ask? What has happened to cause me to go through all these stages in once day?
Well, I'll tell you.
This morning, my hair dryer would not work.
Stage 1: Denial
After I put on my makeup, I picked up my hair dryer to dry my hair before church. I made sure it was plugged in first. Then I flipped the little switch. Nothing happened. So I reached up (I was upside down with my glasses off) and made sure it was all the way plugged in and pushed that little red button. Still nothing. So I unplugged it and plugged it in again and pushed the little red button. Still nothing. So I straightened up and put on my glasses and called for Stephen. I said that the outlet wasn't working. So I went out into our room and tried the outlet by my closet. Still nothing. I unplugged and plugged it, and again pushed that little red button. Again, nothing. So Stephen took it into the other bathroom and tried it. I began to feel a sinking feeling in my stomach. He came back and said the 2 saddest words you can hear about a hair dryer, "It's dead."
Stage 2: Anger
I froze for a moment. Then the madness welled up. Of course the hair dryer (that I've had for about 2 years) would decide not to work on a Sunday morning when I need to dry my hair to go to church!! How dare it stop working!! Now I would have to figure out a way to put my hair up with those little clips (that hurt my head after a few hours) really fast, cause we had to leave soon! I contemplated throwing that un-handy device clear across the room. And then I had a thought...
Stage 3: Bargaining
Maybe it wasn't really all the way dead. Maybe I could find a plug somewhere in the apartment that could make it come back to life. Maybe I just didn't press the little red button enough times. Maybe ALL the outlets in the apartment were burnt out and nothing worked. Maybe we just needed to flip the fuse!
Stage 4: Depression
As I realized that all of these suggestions were ludicrous, I almost started to cry. A woman grows to depend on her hair dryer. It's a source of comfort to know that it will be there, working properly in the morning. It becomes a part of the routine. So when it malfunctions (or in my case, just stops turning on) it's both shocking and very very sad... And to make matters worse, not only was my hair dryer sitting in the trash can, I had to go to church with wet hair! These thoughts were enough to make me want to lay back down and cry instead of going to church.
Stage 5: Acceptance
But, eventually, I came to realize that this was not the end of the world. I could put my hair up with the little clips. No, it wouldn't look super great, but at least I wouldn't have wet hair down my back. At least I could throw in a cute headband to distract from the fact that my hair had not been dried properly. At least Stephen and I could go to Wal-Mart later to buy me a new hair dryer so that I don't have to go to work tomorrow with wet hair. So I clipped up my hair and we left for church (only a few minutes later than Stephen wanted to leave).
So that is my Sunday morning saga.
It was sad, yes, but I triumphed.
And here is the moral of the story:
One might consider having an extra hair dryer on hand for those unforseen circumstances.
I have spoken.
Today, I have gone through the five stages of grief:
1. Denial
2. Anger
3. Bargaining
4. Depression
5. Acceptance
Why, you ask? What has happened to cause me to go through all these stages in once day?
Well, I'll tell you.
This morning, my hair dryer would not work.
Stage 1: Denial
After I put on my makeup, I picked up my hair dryer to dry my hair before church. I made sure it was plugged in first. Then I flipped the little switch. Nothing happened. So I reached up (I was upside down with my glasses off) and made sure it was all the way plugged in and pushed that little red button. Still nothing. So I unplugged it and plugged it in again and pushed the little red button. Still nothing. So I straightened up and put on my glasses and called for Stephen. I said that the outlet wasn't working. So I went out into our room and tried the outlet by my closet. Still nothing. I unplugged and plugged it, and again pushed that little red button. Again, nothing. So Stephen took it into the other bathroom and tried it. I began to feel a sinking feeling in my stomach. He came back and said the 2 saddest words you can hear about a hair dryer, "It's dead."
Stage 2: Anger
I froze for a moment. Then the madness welled up. Of course the hair dryer (that I've had for about 2 years) would decide not to work on a Sunday morning when I need to dry my hair to go to church!! How dare it stop working!! Now I would have to figure out a way to put my hair up with those little clips (that hurt my head after a few hours) really fast, cause we had to leave soon! I contemplated throwing that un-handy device clear across the room. And then I had a thought...
Stage 3: Bargaining
Maybe it wasn't really all the way dead. Maybe I could find a plug somewhere in the apartment that could make it come back to life. Maybe I just didn't press the little red button enough times. Maybe ALL the outlets in the apartment were burnt out and nothing worked. Maybe we just needed to flip the fuse!
Stage 4: Depression
As I realized that all of these suggestions were ludicrous, I almost started to cry. A woman grows to depend on her hair dryer. It's a source of comfort to know that it will be there, working properly in the morning. It becomes a part of the routine. So when it malfunctions (or in my case, just stops turning on) it's both shocking and very very sad... And to make matters worse, not only was my hair dryer sitting in the trash can, I had to go to church with wet hair! These thoughts were enough to make me want to lay back down and cry instead of going to church.
Stage 5: Acceptance
But, eventually, I came to realize that this was not the end of the world. I could put my hair up with the little clips. No, it wouldn't look super great, but at least I wouldn't have wet hair down my back. At least I could throw in a cute headband to distract from the fact that my hair had not been dried properly. At least Stephen and I could go to Wal-Mart later to buy me a new hair dryer so that I don't have to go to work tomorrow with wet hair. So I clipped up my hair and we left for church (only a few minutes later than Stephen wanted to leave).
So that is my Sunday morning saga.
It was sad, yes, but I triumphed.
And here is the moral of the story:
One might consider having an extra hair dryer on hand for those unforseen circumstances.
I have spoken.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
The time has come, my friends, to talk of other things...
Of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings!
And why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings...
And so my friends, it's time for me to silence all the rumors.
No, I didn't meet a hit man; no, I didn't show folks my bloomers.
I simply was hired to do a job, and in return get paid.
That's really all there is to it. (I got tired of rhyming)
Ok, here's the scoop:
A few days ago, I applied to work at the textbook store where Stephen works. Their buy-back season is approaching (and will start next week) and they needed extra people. So I applied.
I interviewed on Thursday, the manager called me yesterday and offered me the job and I went in and did paperwork and learned stuff for a few hours.
I worked a 5 hour shift today (with Stephen) and am now mostly trained on using their cash register. It helps that is is very similar to the one I used when I worked at Maurices.
For right now, I get to work at the bookstore where Stephen is, since they need the extra people for buy-back, but if they keep me after the 2 week rush, then I'll be moved to the Spirit Shop, which is the same company, but they carry more clothing and other stuff, as well as textbooks.
However, I also have an interview at Baylor (on Wednesday) for a full-time job. From what I gathered, they are interviewing a LOT of people and I'm not too confident that I'll be chosen (they are looking for some experience I don't have, but they did call me for an interview, so who knows, right?)
But the important part is: I have a job. It's nice. The people who work there are friendly, I love having a reason to go outside the apartment, and I get paid.
And I get to work with Stephen.
I'm not gonna lie-- it was a little awkward when I first got to the store today. When I went in yesterday to start to familiarize myself with everything, Stephen wasn't there. But he's been working there a few months now, so everyone knows him. I was able to break the ice with my new co-workers a little by talking about Stephen and joking about him. So that made yesterday easier.
Today was stranger.
Stephen and I have been married for about 4.5 months now. We don't hang out with other people. Church is about the only other time that we interact with people together. Obviously, he does at work, but I've not been there. Until today.
I was a little stunned by his professional coolness toward me. Not that he was mean or ignored me-- he was just cold-ish.
I'm so used to him being sweet and affectionate and teasing and silly.
I was not prepared for business Stephen.
It took me a little while to be ok when he would try to explain things (in a basic way) without me thinking he was patronizing me. Or for me to be comfortable with him watching me do a transaction. Or for me to not blush when I had to ask him something I didn't know how to do or had forgotten from the previous day.
I think this working together will be fine. It's just going to take getting used to, mostly for me, I think. He seemed fine.
At any rate, I'm happy to have work and to get a paycheck. Stephen and I both have more than 40 hours next week, which is awesome. If he were working that much and I weren't doing anything but sitting at home, I'd go crazy.
So, my friends (and Anna Robertson), you now know the full story of my employment!
Wish me luck!
And why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings...
And so my friends, it's time for me to silence all the rumors.
No, I didn't meet a hit man; no, I didn't show folks my bloomers.
I simply was hired to do a job, and in return get paid.
That's really all there is to it. (I got tired of rhyming)
Ok, here's the scoop:
A few days ago, I applied to work at the textbook store where Stephen works. Their buy-back season is approaching (and will start next week) and they needed extra people. So I applied.
I interviewed on Thursday, the manager called me yesterday and offered me the job and I went in and did paperwork and learned stuff for a few hours.
I worked a 5 hour shift today (with Stephen) and am now mostly trained on using their cash register. It helps that is is very similar to the one I used when I worked at Maurices.
For right now, I get to work at the bookstore where Stephen is, since they need the extra people for buy-back, but if they keep me after the 2 week rush, then I'll be moved to the Spirit Shop, which is the same company, but they carry more clothing and other stuff, as well as textbooks.
However, I also have an interview at Baylor (on Wednesday) for a full-time job. From what I gathered, they are interviewing a LOT of people and I'm not too confident that I'll be chosen (they are looking for some experience I don't have, but they did call me for an interview, so who knows, right?)
But the important part is: I have a job. It's nice. The people who work there are friendly, I love having a reason to go outside the apartment, and I get paid.
And I get to work with Stephen.
I'm not gonna lie-- it was a little awkward when I first got to the store today. When I went in yesterday to start to familiarize myself with everything, Stephen wasn't there. But he's been working there a few months now, so everyone knows him. I was able to break the ice with my new co-workers a little by talking about Stephen and joking about him. So that made yesterday easier.
Today was stranger.
Stephen and I have been married for about 4.5 months now. We don't hang out with other people. Church is about the only other time that we interact with people together. Obviously, he does at work, but I've not been there. Until today.
I was a little stunned by his professional coolness toward me. Not that he was mean or ignored me-- he was just cold-ish.
I'm so used to him being sweet and affectionate and teasing and silly.
I was not prepared for business Stephen.
It took me a little while to be ok when he would try to explain things (in a basic way) without me thinking he was patronizing me. Or for me to be comfortable with him watching me do a transaction. Or for me to not blush when I had to ask him something I didn't know how to do or had forgotten from the previous day.
I think this working together will be fine. It's just going to take getting used to, mostly for me, I think. He seemed fine.
At any rate, I'm happy to have work and to get a paycheck. Stephen and I both have more than 40 hours next week, which is awesome. If he were working that much and I weren't doing anything but sitting at home, I'd go crazy.
So, my friends (and Anna Robertson), you now know the full story of my employment!
Wish me luck!
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
I quit...
Well, peeps, I tried.
But I think that I am letting go of my dream.
That is, my dream to blog every day until I get a job.
I just don't have that much to day these days, and rather than waste my time trying to come up with a post that's just short and lame and waste your time with something not worth reading, I'll only blog when I actually have something interesting to blog about.
:)
Sorry if this comes as a disappointment. I know, I know-- reading my blog was the highlight of your day, but think how much better it will be when it becomes rare!
That's right, I'm building the tension!
Loves~
But I think that I am letting go of my dream.
That is, my dream to blog every day until I get a job.
I just don't have that much to day these days, and rather than waste my time trying to come up with a post that's just short and lame and waste your time with something not worth reading, I'll only blog when I actually have something interesting to blog about.
:)
Sorry if this comes as a disappointment. I know, I know-- reading my blog was the highlight of your day, but think how much better it will be when it becomes rare!
That's right, I'm building the tension!
Loves~
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
The vanity continues:
Once again, this post is dedicated to my sister, Sarah Lewis:
I was going through this box of old cards and notes and such, because I am a major pack-rat and I felt like purging.
So it was while rummaging through this random box of hilarious memories that I stumbled upon this note.
I am an avid note writer. I wrote lots of notes in high school to friends in different classes, I wrote notes to folks in college, and I continue to write little notes to Stephen every once in a while.
This is one of the few notes I've received from Sarah. And here is why I kept it-- on the back of this note, she wrote me a poem. It cracked me up then, it cracked me up 5 minutes ago when I read it again, and I am hoping it will make you all laugh as well.
I also hope she does not mind me sharing this.... But it's so much more amusing than anything I could come up with today:
A POEM:
20 minutes to go
Can I make it? Probably so.
I miss your face, but by God's grace
I'll see you soon.
Last night I had a dream
(not like Martin Luther King's)
In my dream I had a baby
She was tiny and lived in water
I know, I know it's crazy, but I
surely loved my little daughter.
Adina kept screaming about a man in her bed,
I just wanted to hit her in the head.
That was my dream-- crazy as it may seem.
I'll go... pay attention now
And I'm tried of rhyming, so I don't care.
Poem over.
(In case some folks don't know, Adina was Sarah's college roommate)
I hope you enjoy this poem. I do!!
And Sarah, if I had seen this note on Sunday, it would have made it into the top 25 list. :)
I was going through this box of old cards and notes and such, because I am a major pack-rat and I felt like purging.
So it was while rummaging through this random box of hilarious memories that I stumbled upon this note.
I am an avid note writer. I wrote lots of notes in high school to friends in different classes, I wrote notes to folks in college, and I continue to write little notes to Stephen every once in a while.
This is one of the few notes I've received from Sarah. And here is why I kept it-- on the back of this note, she wrote me a poem. It cracked me up then, it cracked me up 5 minutes ago when I read it again, and I am hoping it will make you all laugh as well.
I also hope she does not mind me sharing this.... But it's so much more amusing than anything I could come up with today:
A POEM:
20 minutes to go
Can I make it? Probably so.
I miss your face, but by God's grace
I'll see you soon.
Last night I had a dream
(not like Martin Luther King's)
In my dream I had a baby
She was tiny and lived in water
I know, I know it's crazy, but I
surely loved my little daughter.
Adina kept screaming about a man in her bed,
I just wanted to hit her in the head.
That was my dream-- crazy as it may seem.
I'll go... pay attention now
And I'm tried of rhyming, so I don't care.
Poem over.
(In case some folks don't know, Adina was Sarah's college roommate)
I hope you enjoy this poem. I do!!
And Sarah, if I had seen this note on Sunday, it would have made it into the top 25 list. :)
Sunday, April 25, 2010
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Today, in honor the 25th birthday of my awesome sister, Sarah, our Sunday edition of Weekend Listing is a tribute to her greatness!
Also, this is Sarah's Golden Birthday, which is even specialer, so:
I will now list the 25 greatest memories I have of Sarah~
1. We have a home video of Sarah telling jokes from when she was 3 or 4, I think. The whole thing is amusing, but the best part is when Sarah tells this joke: "And the horse kissed the cat!" And then she laughs and says, "Huh, huh huh? Did you geeeet it?"
2. At one point during our childhood, Sarah had an iguana named Zeke. There are pictures somewhere that show this iguana in Sarah's hair. I wish I knew where that picture is today.
3. Sarah usually got along great with animals, but one time our cat Roo was trying to sit on her stomach while she was trying to homework. So Sarah pushed Roo off of her bed. Roo jumped back up and sprayed her in the face, so Sarah drop-kicked him down the hall.
4. There is an awesome aquarium in Vancouver, Canada and our family used to go up there during the summers when we were young. Our favorite exhibit was the beluga whale exhibit. One time, we were watching the beluga show and Sarah picked out her favorite beluga, Nanoo Nanoo. After the show, we went down to the railing to look at the whales. This part is a little fuzzy; I'm not sure if she said the whale's name or if it swam up to us on it's own, but it spit a stream of water right at Sarah. Freaked her out!
5. That same day, a black squirrel stole her hot dog while it was in her hands. And then, after she ran off screaming, it went back for her bag of Cheetos.
6. Our dad bought a boat when we were in late elementary school or junior high, and Sarah was fearless. I have lots of memories of her learning to water ski or just riding in the inner-tube for fun.
7. A few summers, Sarah and I went to a church camp on Mt. Baker. They did a 5 am Polar Bear Plunge and I am pretty sure that Sarah participated.( It's one of the reasons I think you are brave, so if this isn't true, Sarah, I wouldn't refute it)
8. In junior high, Sarah was on the drill team for a year, which was like a dance team. She learned a routine to Britney Spears's song Crazy. I can still picture her practicing the moves in the basement. Of course, that may be because every once in a while she tries to see if she can still remember them. I bet after she reads this, she'll try to do the steps... (You'll admit it if I'm right, right Sarah?)
9. In high school, Sarah was given a jeep-type car, a Dihatsu Rocky. It earned many nicknames in the time she had it, but the best one was the Jesus Jeep.
10. Sarah broke her ankle while diving off a lifeguard stand in junior high. In high school, she had to have surgery to fix something with the growth plate in her ankle. Her anesthesiologist was a man, who was unacquainted with women, and he could not remove her bra. She told me this story while still groggy from the anesthesia, so that may be why I think it is so funny.
11. Our church did a children's musical (eons ago) called Good King's Come in Small Packages, and Sarah had the lead. I believe her name was Elizabeth. She was good.
12. Somewhere, Sarah found this awful sparkly spandexy crazy colored costume thing. She would put it on and perform Michael Bolton's classic hit, Love Is A Wonderful Thing with a hairbrush for a microphone. I wish I had a photo of her in this outfit, but the only one I could find was of my ex-boyfriend in the costume... And no one wants to see that.
13. A few Christmases ago, I took Sarah to get her ears pierced. I think I was more scared for her than she was for herself. I'd had mine pierced 2 years before, I think, and the people who took me kept telling me that it wouldn't hurt and it hurt bad. So I told her that I was going to be honest with her and tell her it hurt. A lot. But she was cool as a cucumber.
14. Stephen likes to tease me and Sarah, because our conversations are about 23% real life and 77% TV shows. It's a funny way to communicate, but we like it, cause we both like to laugh. And we typically find the same things in a show funny.
15. Sarah does an amazing karaoke rendition of Queen's Fat-Bottom Girls. It's pretty legendary. I mean, if you haven't seen it, you need to add it to your bucket list.
16. Our old church, Celebration Community, used to go on church retreat weekends. The best place was called Black Lake. Again, I have lots of memories from there, but the best one is the year that Sarah wrote a "Veggietales" skit for us young kids to perform and we wore red and green sleeping bags for Bob and Larry.
17. Sometime during high school, Sarah had to have surgery for a deviated septum. If you know me well, you know that I do not do well with blood. But Sarah's bandages had to be changed regularly and I had to help. This probably sounds like a gross memory, but for some reason I remember it with some gladness. I think it was the first time I felt like Sarah needed me to help her. She's super independent and I know that is part of the reason I am super independent.
18. When I was a freshman at SBU, Sarah took me to my first SBU football game. I was so badly sunburned that I could only wear 1 type of shirt-- i.e. the shirt type I had on when I got burned. But Sarah was so nice. She went to the store and got me lotion and she made fun of me less than anyone else.
19. Sarah likes to send me about a thousand text messages on my birthday. She's done this every year since we were given cell phones. And we got cell phones for Christmas my freshman year of college. I've actually saved some cause they are so funny.
20. In Sarah's sophomore year of college, she brought a few friends to Seattle for Spring Break. I have so many funny memories of her from that trip, but my favorite was when we went to Ft. Casey and had a random song-time in one of the bunkers.
21. One time when Sarah came home from college on break, she taught a few of us at church an 'interpretive dance' to Avalon's Testify to Love. We performed it at a church, not our church. I wish someone had video-taped that!
22. My senior year of high school, I was in a musical. Sarah was still at SBU when it started, and I really wanted her to make it home for at least 1 of the shows. It was either the night before closing night, or closing night that Sarah made it home and was able to go to my show. I was glad that other people were there, but having her there was most important to me.
23. During the HORRIBLE ice storm in Bolivar, January of 2007, the power went off in my dorm. Sarah came to pick me up in her Cadillac and let me stay at her apt with her 2 roommates. We played lots of card games.
24. One year, when we were in Bolivar, for Sarah's birthday, we had dinner at Red Robin and then we went mini-golfing. I'm pretty sure that at one point Sarah got so bored she laid down on the course. Or maybe she was just tired. But I have this mental image of her lying on the green AstroTurf.
25. When Stephen and I went to Seattle the week before our wedding, Sarah did all that she could to spend time with us. We had early Christmas, went light looking, had Kau-Kau downtown. And she took us karaoking. I know Stephen did not love it like I did, but karaoke with Sarah is one of the best things ever.
There are about 23 years of memories that could have made it into this list and I wish I could name more. Because my sister is super fantastic. I am pretty lucky to have her. We did not always get along (I mean, we are sisters). But, I am not only proud to call her sister, I am proud to call her a friend.
I hope this list makes you laugh and does not make you want to punch me, Sarah! This is just a sample of the fun times I have shared with you and I look forward to many years more!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Also, this is Sarah's Golden Birthday, which is even specialer, so:
I will now list the 25 greatest memories I have of Sarah~
1. We have a home video of Sarah telling jokes from when she was 3 or 4, I think. The whole thing is amusing, but the best part is when Sarah tells this joke: "And the horse kissed the cat!" And then she laughs and says, "Huh, huh huh? Did you geeeet it?"
2. At one point during our childhood, Sarah had an iguana named Zeke. There are pictures somewhere that show this iguana in Sarah's hair. I wish I knew where that picture is today.
3. Sarah usually got along great with animals, but one time our cat Roo was trying to sit on her stomach while she was trying to homework. So Sarah pushed Roo off of her bed. Roo jumped back up and sprayed her in the face, so Sarah drop-kicked him down the hall.
4. There is an awesome aquarium in Vancouver, Canada and our family used to go up there during the summers when we were young. Our favorite exhibit was the beluga whale exhibit. One time, we were watching the beluga show and Sarah picked out her favorite beluga, Nanoo Nanoo. After the show, we went down to the railing to look at the whales. This part is a little fuzzy; I'm not sure if she said the whale's name or if it swam up to us on it's own, but it spit a stream of water right at Sarah. Freaked her out!
5. That same day, a black squirrel stole her hot dog while it was in her hands. And then, after she ran off screaming, it went back for her bag of Cheetos.
6. Our dad bought a boat when we were in late elementary school or junior high, and Sarah was fearless. I have lots of memories of her learning to water ski or just riding in the inner-tube for fun.
7. A few summers, Sarah and I went to a church camp on Mt. Baker. They did a 5 am Polar Bear Plunge and I am pretty sure that Sarah participated.( It's one of the reasons I think you are brave, so if this isn't true, Sarah, I wouldn't refute it)
8. In junior high, Sarah was on the drill team for a year, which was like a dance team. She learned a routine to Britney Spears's song Crazy. I can still picture her practicing the moves in the basement. Of course, that may be because every once in a while she tries to see if she can still remember them. I bet after she reads this, she'll try to do the steps... (You'll admit it if I'm right, right Sarah?)
9. In high school, Sarah was given a jeep-type car, a Dihatsu Rocky. It earned many nicknames in the time she had it, but the best one was the Jesus Jeep.
10. Sarah broke her ankle while diving off a lifeguard stand in junior high. In high school, she had to have surgery to fix something with the growth plate in her ankle. Her anesthesiologist was a man, who was unacquainted with women, and he could not remove her bra. She told me this story while still groggy from the anesthesia, so that may be why I think it is so funny.
11. Our church did a children's musical (eons ago) called Good King's Come in Small Packages, and Sarah had the lead. I believe her name was Elizabeth. She was good.
12. Somewhere, Sarah found this awful sparkly spandexy crazy colored costume thing. She would put it on and perform Michael Bolton's classic hit, Love Is A Wonderful Thing with a hairbrush for a microphone. I wish I had a photo of her in this outfit, but the only one I could find was of my ex-boyfriend in the costume... And no one wants to see that.
13. A few Christmases ago, I took Sarah to get her ears pierced. I think I was more scared for her than she was for herself. I'd had mine pierced 2 years before, I think, and the people who took me kept telling me that it wouldn't hurt and it hurt bad. So I told her that I was going to be honest with her and tell her it hurt. A lot. But she was cool as a cucumber.
14. Stephen likes to tease me and Sarah, because our conversations are about 23% real life and 77% TV shows. It's a funny way to communicate, but we like it, cause we both like to laugh. And we typically find the same things in a show funny.
15. Sarah does an amazing karaoke rendition of Queen's Fat-Bottom Girls. It's pretty legendary. I mean, if you haven't seen it, you need to add it to your bucket list.
16. Our old church, Celebration Community, used to go on church retreat weekends. The best place was called Black Lake. Again, I have lots of memories from there, but the best one is the year that Sarah wrote a "Veggietales" skit for us young kids to perform and we wore red and green sleeping bags for Bob and Larry.
17. Sometime during high school, Sarah had to have surgery for a deviated septum. If you know me well, you know that I do not do well with blood. But Sarah's bandages had to be changed regularly and I had to help. This probably sounds like a gross memory, but for some reason I remember it with some gladness. I think it was the first time I felt like Sarah needed me to help her. She's super independent and I know that is part of the reason I am super independent.
18. When I was a freshman at SBU, Sarah took me to my first SBU football game. I was so badly sunburned that I could only wear 1 type of shirt-- i.e. the shirt type I had on when I got burned. But Sarah was so nice. She went to the store and got me lotion and she made fun of me less than anyone else.
19. Sarah likes to send me about a thousand text messages on my birthday. She's done this every year since we were given cell phones. And we got cell phones for Christmas my freshman year of college. I've actually saved some cause they are so funny.
20. In Sarah's sophomore year of college, she brought a few friends to Seattle for Spring Break. I have so many funny memories of her from that trip, but my favorite was when we went to Ft. Casey and had a random song-time in one of the bunkers.
21. One time when Sarah came home from college on break, she taught a few of us at church an 'interpretive dance' to Avalon's Testify to Love. We performed it at a church, not our church. I wish someone had video-taped that!
22. My senior year of high school, I was in a musical. Sarah was still at SBU when it started, and I really wanted her to make it home for at least 1 of the shows. It was either the night before closing night, or closing night that Sarah made it home and was able to go to my show. I was glad that other people were there, but having her there was most important to me.
23. During the HORRIBLE ice storm in Bolivar, January of 2007, the power went off in my dorm. Sarah came to pick me up in her Cadillac and let me stay at her apt with her 2 roommates. We played lots of card games.
24. One year, when we were in Bolivar, for Sarah's birthday, we had dinner at Red Robin and then we went mini-golfing. I'm pretty sure that at one point Sarah got so bored she laid down on the course. Or maybe she was just tired. But I have this mental image of her lying on the green AstroTurf.
25. When Stephen and I went to Seattle the week before our wedding, Sarah did all that she could to spend time with us. We had early Christmas, went light looking, had Kau-Kau downtown. And she took us karaoking. I know Stephen did not love it like I did, but karaoke with Sarah is one of the best things ever.
There are about 23 years of memories that could have made it into this list and I wish I could name more. Because my sister is super fantastic. I am pretty lucky to have her. We did not always get along (I mean, we are sisters). But, I am not only proud to call her sister, I am proud to call her a friend.
I hope this list makes you laugh and does not make you want to punch me, Sarah! This is just a sample of the fun times I have shared with you and I look forward to many years more!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Saturday, April 24, 2010
I have the attention span of a... OH! Glitter!
My attention span has greatly shortened since my graduation from SBU.
I could blame this on my husband, but I think the blame lies with Texas.
And I thought I had a short attention span in college.
It's true. I did my fair share of procrastinating. I focused in classes pretty well, I think. Unless it was choir with Dr. Campbell. Oops.
But my attention is diverted so quickly now! And I think it's because I have been bored so often. While Stephen is at work, I search for jobs and play on FB. That's about it.
Sure, I clean up the apt, but it doesn't get too messy when I'm cleaning it 2 or 3 times a day...
We don't do a big breakfast or lunch, so I don't have much to do for or after those meals.
I've read all the books in my personal library since we moved here. But it took me DAYS to finish some books. Which is just silly, cause I used to be able to sit and read for hours! Just this week, I started reading The Great Gatsby, which is one of my favorites. I've had to stop after every chapter and do something else. I just can't get hooked. Maybe it's cause I've read it so many times?
Stephen's attention span has decreased too, but I don't think he is as bad as me yet. We sometimes watch a movie with or after dinner, but in the last 2 weeks we haven't made it straight through any of them. We pause them and do other things. Tonight we watched X-Men III: The Last Stand, and I think we paused it about 8 times. To make dinner, to get seconds, to refill our water, to clean up after dinner, to go to the bathroom, to frost a cake I made earlier today (strawberry with chocolate frosting! YUM.), to play on FB. And it's been this way for weeks.
When did I put up the post about our super secret project? Um, like a month ago?? Yeah, it's still not done. I think we work on it maybe every other day... Maybe. We sit down to work on it and end up having staring contests or with Stephen asking for a back rub or me asking him to scratch my back...
I try to listen to music... but I always feel like I need to do something with my hands or sing really really loudly. I usually opt for sing really really loudly, until I fear people 6 blocks away can hear me. But I tend to view this like a child: if I can't see them, they can't hear me.
The last 2 or 3 days, I haven't even had the focus to write a full blog post for all of you! I'd be so distracted that it would be 11:30 before I'd remember I hadn't blogged and then I'd type some silly little nothing just so I could say I blogged... I apologize, loyal fans. I apologize.
And I know what you are thinking, "Today is Saturday! Where is my super favorite Weekend Listing??" Well, I am so attention-diverted that I didn't realize I should be typing a Weekend Listing till I hit enter after that last paragraph... Boo.
Ok, Weekend Listing, Weekend Listing... What can I list??
Got it! Here are the top five places I wish I could go out to eat:
5. Panera
4. Chipotle
3. Red Robin
2. Coldstone Creamery
And the number one place: Outback Steakhouse!
I know, that was like the lamest WL ever, but you all love me! So it's ok.
And now I must leave.
Turtle!
Umbrella!
Whiskey!
P.S. A special shout-out to my super awesome sister, Sarah, who has been GBWE-ing (Golden Birthday Weekend Extravaganza) it up this weekend (and will continue tomorrow) in honor of her 25th birthday! Sister, tomorrow I will have a very special Weekend Listing-Sunday style- in honor of you! Check it out!
I could blame this on my husband, but I think the blame lies with Texas.
And I thought I had a short attention span in college.
It's true. I did my fair share of procrastinating. I focused in classes pretty well, I think. Unless it was choir with Dr. Campbell. Oops.
But my attention is diverted so quickly now! And I think it's because I have been bored so often. While Stephen is at work, I search for jobs and play on FB. That's about it.
Sure, I clean up the apt, but it doesn't get too messy when I'm cleaning it 2 or 3 times a day...
We don't do a big breakfast or lunch, so I don't have much to do for or after those meals.
I've read all the books in my personal library since we moved here. But it took me DAYS to finish some books. Which is just silly, cause I used to be able to sit and read for hours! Just this week, I started reading The Great Gatsby, which is one of my favorites. I've had to stop after every chapter and do something else. I just can't get hooked. Maybe it's cause I've read it so many times?
Stephen's attention span has decreased too, but I don't think he is as bad as me yet. We sometimes watch a movie with or after dinner, but in the last 2 weeks we haven't made it straight through any of them. We pause them and do other things. Tonight we watched X-Men III: The Last Stand, and I think we paused it about 8 times. To make dinner, to get seconds, to refill our water, to clean up after dinner, to go to the bathroom, to frost a cake I made earlier today (strawberry with chocolate frosting! YUM.), to play on FB. And it's been this way for weeks.
When did I put up the post about our super secret project? Um, like a month ago?? Yeah, it's still not done. I think we work on it maybe every other day... Maybe. We sit down to work on it and end up having staring contests or with Stephen asking for a back rub or me asking him to scratch my back...
I try to listen to music... but I always feel like I need to do something with my hands or sing really really loudly. I usually opt for sing really really loudly, until I fear people 6 blocks away can hear me. But I tend to view this like a child: if I can't see them, they can't hear me.
The last 2 or 3 days, I haven't even had the focus to write a full blog post for all of you! I'd be so distracted that it would be 11:30 before I'd remember I hadn't blogged and then I'd type some silly little nothing just so I could say I blogged... I apologize, loyal fans. I apologize.
And I know what you are thinking, "Today is Saturday! Where is my super favorite Weekend Listing??" Well, I am so attention-diverted that I didn't realize I should be typing a Weekend Listing till I hit enter after that last paragraph... Boo.
Ok, Weekend Listing, Weekend Listing... What can I list??
Got it! Here are the top five places I wish I could go out to eat:
5. Panera
4. Chipotle
3. Red Robin
2. Coldstone Creamery
And the number one place: Outback Steakhouse!
I know, that was like the lamest WL ever, but you all love me! So it's ok.
And now I must leave.
Turtle!
Umbrella!
Whiskey!
P.S. A special shout-out to my super awesome sister, Sarah, who has been GBWE-ing (Golden Birthday Weekend Extravaganza) it up this weekend (and will continue tomorrow) in honor of her 25th birthday! Sister, tomorrow I will have a very special Weekend Listing-Sunday style- in honor of you! Check it out!
Friday, April 23, 2010
They call me Eeyore:
"I cannot blog tonight," says I,
For if I do, I fear I'll cry.
And then my blog would no longer be funny;
for crying makes my nose more runny.
I've no jokes to tell, or stories, or songs.
My brain is mushed up, like stir-fry in tongs.
I know that I vowed to blog daily until
"Regular work!" I could happily peal.
But, my dear friends, I spoke a bit too soon,
for my life is more dull than I once assumed.
For if I do, I fear I'll cry.
And then my blog would no longer be funny;
for crying makes my nose more runny.
I've no jokes to tell, or stories, or songs.
My brain is mushed up, like stir-fry in tongs.
I know that I vowed to blog daily until
"Regular work!" I could happily peal.
But, my dear friends, I spoke a bit too soon,
for my life is more dull than I once assumed.
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