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. :)
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Tuesday, April 27, 2010
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 16, 2010
Oh the places you go...
I'd like to share a story with you. It's no secret I'm not a big fan of pets. Just ask my husband.
There are many stories I could tell about ill-fated animals that crossed my path, but I was reminded of a particular one this week.
So anyway, I was working at an apartment compound's office this week, and on the desk where I sat there was a beta fish.
This beta fish was so unhappy.
It didn't swim much or eat much. It's scales were droopy and changing colors.
It looked close to meeting the Great Porcelain Gate to the Watery Beyond.
(or something poetic like that...)
Luckily, it didn't die while I was there. But it did remind me of the escapade that occurred several years ago involving myself, my then-roommate Erin B, and two fish named Zolton and Komini.
Erin and I had moved out of Leslie hall and into an apartment several minutes from campus in Bolivar. We were really excited about having our own place. Sarah lived with us for some months in our new abode, and moved out in January. Our place seemed a little lonely after she left, so we decided there was room for a pet in our lives.
So to Wal-Mart we went! Fish, we decided, was a safe pet for us. We bought a bowl and rocks and a plant-thing and food and a net and these flower pods that grow in the water. Once we'd picked out all the accessories, we looked at the fish.
We decided we wanted to go a step above goldfish. So we purchased these fancy fish. One was gold and one was silver. We named them Zolton and Komini (cause we love Gilmore Girls). So we took them home and set them up and waited for them to be exciting.
(*Spoiler alert: FISH ARE NOT EXCITING)
Well, they didn't seem to like their new home. Within 24 hours, Zolton died. Then about 8 hours later Komini bit the dust too. (I even wrote a little poem about our dead fishes)
BUT: did you know that Wal-Mart will refund your dead fish within like 60 days??
So we took our dead fish back and got new ones.
We decided to go with the goldfish this time, cause they are a hardier fish and they are cheaper.
These little guys were named Copper and Boom (again a GG reference).
And they did pretty well. We kept their bowl clean and fed them.
Pretty soon, though, Erin and I became bored.
Cleaning a fish bowl is gross and tedious. And, again I'll say, fish are boring.
So we decided to liberate them into the pond at the Bolivar park...
We put them into cups and drove out to the park. We said our good-byes and released them one at a time.
Of course, something big and murky probably nabbed them as soon as they hit the water, but we prefer to believe they are still alive and well in the pond. Maybe they are even giant goldfish now!
This is just one of my many attempts at being a good pet owner. They have all failed.
I'm not a pet person.
But at least I didn't try to liberate a puppy into the pond at the park...
There are many stories I could tell about ill-fated animals that crossed my path, but I was reminded of a particular one this week.
So anyway, I was working at an apartment compound's office this week, and on the desk where I sat there was a beta fish.
This beta fish was so unhappy.
It didn't swim much or eat much. It's scales were droopy and changing colors.
It looked close to meeting the Great Porcelain Gate to the Watery Beyond.
(or something poetic like that...)
Luckily, it didn't die while I was there. But it did remind me of the escapade that occurred several years ago involving myself, my then-roommate Erin B, and two fish named Zolton and Komini.
Erin and I had moved out of Leslie hall and into an apartment several minutes from campus in Bolivar. We were really excited about having our own place. Sarah lived with us for some months in our new abode, and moved out in January. Our place seemed a little lonely after she left, so we decided there was room for a pet in our lives.
So to Wal-Mart we went! Fish, we decided, was a safe pet for us. We bought a bowl and rocks and a plant-thing and food and a net and these flower pods that grow in the water. Once we'd picked out all the accessories, we looked at the fish.
We decided we wanted to go a step above goldfish. So we purchased these fancy fish. One was gold and one was silver. We named them Zolton and Komini (cause we love Gilmore Girls). So we took them home and set them up and waited for them to be exciting.
(*Spoiler alert: FISH ARE NOT EXCITING)
Well, they didn't seem to like their new home. Within 24 hours, Zolton died. Then about 8 hours later Komini bit the dust too. (I even wrote a little poem about our dead fishes)
BUT: did you know that Wal-Mart will refund your dead fish within like 60 days??
So we took our dead fish back and got new ones.
We decided to go with the goldfish this time, cause they are a hardier fish and they are cheaper.
These little guys were named Copper and Boom (again a GG reference).
And they did pretty well. We kept their bowl clean and fed them.
Pretty soon, though, Erin and I became bored.
Cleaning a fish bowl is gross and tedious. And, again I'll say, fish are boring.
So we decided to liberate them into the pond at the Bolivar park...
We put them into cups and drove out to the park. We said our good-byes and released them one at a time.
Of course, something big and murky probably nabbed them as soon as they hit the water, but we prefer to believe they are still alive and well in the pond. Maybe they are even giant goldfish now!
This is just one of my many attempts at being a good pet owner. They have all failed.
I'm not a pet person.
But at least I didn't try to liberate a puppy into the pond at the park...
Thursday, April 1, 2010
April Fools?
Stephen thought that I should say that I am pregnant in my blog post tonight, to be followed quickly by "APRIL FOOLS!!", but I didn't think it was a good idea.
(I'm not. At all. Don't worry!)
However, this day does raise a question...
WHY??
Why have a special day for pulling pranks on people? I'm usually opposed to practical jokes in general. I just don't think they are funny most of the time.
Well, to be honest, I like it when they happen to other people, or when I see them on tv or in movies. That's cool. But I'm not a fan when they happen to me.
Does this make me hypocritical? Maybe... I'm ok with that.
To steal from my sister's blog, we'll call this a borrowed "Talk Thursday".
Do you like April Fools Day/practical jokes?
Do you like them better if they happen to other people instead of you?
Do you like planning and delievering practical jokes?
Let's hear your thoughts!!
(I'm not. At all. Don't worry!)
However, this day does raise a question...
WHY??
Why have a special day for pulling pranks on people? I'm usually opposed to practical jokes in general. I just don't think they are funny most of the time.
Well, to be honest, I like it when they happen to other people, or when I see them on tv or in movies. That's cool. But I'm not a fan when they happen to me.
Does this make me hypocritical? Maybe... I'm ok with that.
To steal from my sister's blog, we'll call this a borrowed "Talk Thursday".
Do you like April Fools Day/practical jokes?
Do you like them better if they happen to other people instead of you?
Do you like planning and delievering practical jokes?
Let's hear your thoughts!!
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
And now you know...
Tonight, I want to talk to you about something that is very close to my heart.
Jello.
J-E-L-L-O!!
It's aliiive! (You know you sang that in your head, or maybe out loud if you are Stephen Cowden or Sarah Lewis.)
I love jello. I can't explain it. We have a very special relationship.
I mean, what is not to love?
It's jiggly, it's tasty (basically colored sugar), and it's fun.
Jello is just fun.
There is no occasion when jello is not appropriate. I dare you think of a time when jello is inappropriate.
You can't!
Birthdays = good! Parties = good! Lunchtime = good! Dessert = good!
Thanksgiving = good!! Christmas = good!! Arbor Day = good!!
Weddings = good! Bat mitzvahs = good! Funerals = good!
There is no type of jello that is inappropriate. I dare you to think of a type of jello that is not appropriate.
It can't be done!
Plain jello, jello jigglers, jello with whipped cream, jello with fruit in it, jello with ice cream, jello and graham crackers, peanut butter and jello sandwiches!
Ok, the sandwich might be pushing it.... But still. You get my point.
Jello is delicious. Whether you're sick or healthy, old or young, tall or short.
In the summer, winter, spring or fall.
Jello is, and will always be, the universal unifier.
I have spoken.
Jello.
J-E-L-L-O!!
It's aliiive! (You know you sang that in your head, or maybe out loud if you are Stephen Cowden or Sarah Lewis.)
I love jello. I can't explain it. We have a very special relationship.
I mean, what is not to love?
It's jiggly, it's tasty (basically colored sugar), and it's fun.
Jello is just fun.
There is no occasion when jello is not appropriate. I dare you think of a time when jello is inappropriate.
You can't!
Birthdays = good! Parties = good! Lunchtime = good! Dessert = good!
Thanksgiving = good!! Christmas = good!! Arbor Day = good!!
Weddings = good! Bat mitzvahs = good! Funerals = good!
There is no type of jello that is inappropriate. I dare you to think of a type of jello that is not appropriate.
It can't be done!
Plain jello, jello jigglers, jello with whipped cream, jello with fruit in it, jello with ice cream, jello and graham crackers, peanut butter and jello sandwiches!
Ok, the sandwich might be pushing it.... But still. You get my point.
Jello is delicious. Whether you're sick or healthy, old or young, tall or short.
In the summer, winter, spring or fall.
Jello is, and will always be, the universal unifier.
I have spoken.
Friday, March 19, 2010
And now for something completly different
Well, if my husband can start a blog, so can I!
I really don't have much to say. Most of what I say is stolen from tv shows, movies, and songs. So that will probably be a significant part of my postings. But I should decide what type of blogger I'll be. As you know, in a blog-type setting like this, a person can go one of two ways:
1. They can go the deep, philosophical route. Quote learned thinkers and all that junk. Talk about deep issues and, and... You know. Deep stuff. Really delve into their souls and pour it out into the blogosphere. Try to be like Homer, Shakespeare, or Ovid.
OR
2. They can go the zany route. Quote Big Bird. Talk about surface issues, nothing deeper than a puddle. Really shallow stuff. No soul delving.
I think I'm going for 2. Less like Ovid, more like Dr. Seuss. Hopefully if you read this, you'll learn a random fact, hear a funny story, or just walking away scratching your head thinking, "Did I really just read 500 words on why dog barks are so irritating? Yes, yes I did and I loved it".
Because sometimes nothing is so much more fun than lots of somethings.
Oops, getting deeper than a puddle. Gotta back up.... Um...
Lorax is a funny word! (<---First (of many) HIMYM reference. That's for you, Sarah... and all the other HIMYM fans.)
There we go.
Welcome, enjoy, and if you don't think I'm funny, don't tell me, cause I think I'm funny.
I really don't have much to say. Most of what I say is stolen from tv shows, movies, and songs. So that will probably be a significant part of my postings. But I should decide what type of blogger I'll be. As you know, in a blog-type setting like this, a person can go one of two ways:
1. They can go the deep, philosophical route. Quote learned thinkers and all that junk. Talk about deep issues and, and... You know. Deep stuff. Really delve into their souls and pour it out into the blogosphere. Try to be like Homer, Shakespeare, or Ovid.
OR
2. They can go the zany route. Quote Big Bird. Talk about surface issues, nothing deeper than a puddle. Really shallow stuff. No soul delving.
I think I'm going for 2. Less like Ovid, more like Dr. Seuss. Hopefully if you read this, you'll learn a random fact, hear a funny story, or just walking away scratching your head thinking, "Did I really just read 500 words on why dog barks are so irritating? Yes, yes I did and I loved it".
Because sometimes nothing is so much more fun than lots of somethings.
Oops, getting deeper than a puddle. Gotta back up.... Um...
Lorax is a funny word! (<---First (of many) HIMYM reference. That's for you, Sarah... and all the other HIMYM fans.)
There we go.
Welcome, enjoy, and if you don't think I'm funny, don't tell me, cause I think I'm funny.
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