There are times in my life when I am less than decent to other human beings, but I try to be...decent, that is. Sometimes it's everything I can do to just not blurt out, "Why are you talking?" "I'm tired and I don't care." "You're still talking." "WHY??!!" "Hush" "It's quiet time." "My head is pounding with every word you speak." And this isn't pointed at anyone in particular. Not my coworkers, not my husband, not my family (i.e. mom) who appears to have turned "emailing" into an exercise in "reading between the lines to get your meaning." No mom, don't infer in my emails. They're emails, I say what I say because it is typed. And no, you're not allowed to get pissed off when I tell you to stop infering meaning into my emails that are typed containing no sarcasm whatsoever. And NOT EMAILING ME again is so not as good as you JUST NOT SPEAKING TO ME.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
I am so tired. For like the past week I haven't wanted to get out of bed and if I do then 20 mins later I just want to go back to sleep, which is totally unlike me. Usually I'm the two year old screaming at midnight that "I don't wanna go to bed!" BUT...not this week...uhg. It's not like I'm exhausted from doing anything other than the usual. I don't know. BUT I do know that right now...I can't. keep. my. eyes. open. I just want to put my head down on my desk, wad my coat up for a pillow like in middle school, and go to bed. Here's to hoping today goes quickly.
Monday, February 27, 2006
| You scored as Buddhism. Your beliefs most closely resemble those of Buddhism. Do more research on Buddhism and possibly consider becoming Buddhist, if you are not already. In Buddhism, there are Four Noble Truths: (1) Life is suffering. (2) All suffering is caused by ignorance of the nature of reality and the craving, attachment, and grasping that result from such ignorance. (3) Suffering can be ended by overcoming ignorance and attachment. (4) The path to the suppression of suffering is the Noble Eightfold Path, which consists of right views, right intention, right speech, right action, right livelihood, right effort, right-mindedness, and right contemplation. These eight are usually divided into three categories that base the Buddhist faith: morality, wisdom, and samadhi, or concentration. In Buddhism, there is no hierarchy, nor caste system; the Buddha taught that one's spiritual worth is not based on birth.
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Isn't that crazy?!! Me, a satanist. Please. I'm not nearly that evil. BUT not agnostic either. heh....but Buddhist. I don't know about that either. Heh.
I eat ice. It's just what I do. I love it. There's just something about the chomping on the cold, hard substance that brings me joy and endless hours of entertainment. Some chew gum, I chew ice. Now...That said. I eat ice all day long at work. I go to the caffateria and buy a cup for 10 cents...32 oz...filled to the very edge and sometimes beyond with wonderful ice-y goodness. So I have like 6-10 cups a week. This week I decided that it was pyramid time. I'm going to put up a picture when it becomes substancial. :) Should be soon. Or it may never happen. We'll see.
Fairly uneventful....at least as far as our weekends go.
Friday night: That's grocery night. We're an exicitng couple. We at least went to Olive Garden before we went to Target.
Husband, "well, we're out to eat at a nice restaurant, maybe we should make this a real "date." (I love the forethought. 'A date of convience,' lovely.)
Me, "And what would you have us do?" (seeing the end of this conversation a mile away.)
Husband, "I'm not sure. Don't really want to go to the movies, to cold for put put, let's see, any ideas?" (inevitably the list also includes rent movies, call friends, or go to walmart.)
Me, "Well, how about we eat, go to Target, rent a movie and go home."
Husband, "But we always do that."
Me, "BECAUSE, that's what married people do. We're not DATING."
Husband, "I'm glad we're not dating. I'm excited about the grocery store. I want more Gatlingburg Turkey." (Gatlinburg Turkey=recipe I made up in a hurry one night because I was too lazy to cook the whole actual meal.)
Me, "And I'm excited to cook it for you." (Yea right!)
So, that's what we did. We watched Saw II and it was okie dokie.
Saturday I didn't do much. We drove around in the afternoon, picked up my sewing machine and then went back home and go ready to go to the Sex Workers Art Show. Awesome Show. Really enjoyed it. We were a little apprehensive going into it, but it was so worth it. I didn't get to see Anna Voog, which I was looking forward to, but I'll get over it. I got a cool book. I can't wait to read it. I need to study my work books though. It's like hmmm....let's weigh this out....work.....sex.....work.....sex.....who's gonna win?!! I wonder.
Probably work...I'm lame like that. Do what I need to do...(To get more money.) hehe. I'm just kidding. I love my job.
There was one incidence though. Saturday. As we were leaving. A friend was attending the risque function with us. She had to put something in her car and when she opened the door to put it in her car, her bookbag fell into the drainage (ie sewer). Uhg. 100$ calculator was at the bottom of a 10ft drop in water. Time was limited. Either the calculator was gone or my husband had to go get it. :/ I did not like the options. BUT..being the brave man my husband is, he went and got tools and proceeded down the manhole to rescue the calc. My friend's Hero!
Friday night: That's grocery night. We're an exicitng couple. We at least went to Olive Garden before we went to Target.
Husband, "well, we're out to eat at a nice restaurant, maybe we should make this a real "date." (I love the forethought. 'A date of convience,' lovely.)
Me, "And what would you have us do?" (seeing the end of this conversation a mile away.)
Husband, "I'm not sure. Don't really want to go to the movies, to cold for put put, let's see, any ideas?" (inevitably the list also includes rent movies, call friends, or go to walmart.)
Me, "Well, how about we eat, go to Target, rent a movie and go home."
Husband, "But we always do that."
Me, "BECAUSE, that's what married people do. We're not DATING."
Husband, "I'm glad we're not dating. I'm excited about the grocery store. I want more Gatlingburg Turkey." (Gatlinburg Turkey=recipe I made up in a hurry one night because I was too lazy to cook the whole actual meal.)
Me, "And I'm excited to cook it for you." (Yea right!)
So, that's what we did. We watched Saw II and it was okie dokie.
Saturday I didn't do much. We drove around in the afternoon, picked up my sewing machine and then went back home and go ready to go to the Sex Workers Art Show. Awesome Show. Really enjoyed it. We were a little apprehensive going into it, but it was so worth it. I didn't get to see Anna Voog, which I was looking forward to, but I'll get over it. I got a cool book. I can't wait to read it. I need to study my work books though. It's like hmmm....let's weigh this out....work.....sex.....work.....sex.....who's gonna win?!! I wonder.
Probably work...I'm lame like that. Do what I need to do...(To get more money.) hehe. I'm just kidding. I love my job.
There was one incidence though. Saturday. As we were leaving. A friend was attending the risque function with us. She had to put something in her car and when she opened the door to put it in her car, her bookbag fell into the drainage (ie sewer). Uhg. 100$ calculator was at the bottom of a 10ft drop in water. Time was limited. Either the calculator was gone or my husband had to go get it. :/ I did not like the options. BUT..being the brave man my husband is, he went and got tools and proceeded down the manhole to rescue the calc. My friend's Hero!
Sunday, February 26, 2006
I'm not messing with the layout again for two weeks. You HEAR ME internet?!! I finially got the layout to look halfway decent in IE and Mozilla.
If you're wondering about the sock monkeys...I Just like them. My birthday is next week so I felt it was slightly relevant. :) I'm starting the celebration early. YEA ME!
Now, as my reward I'm going to get a big fat piece of chocolate cake to go with my big fat blog. I seem to have the sweet tooth from hell this week. I've already placed my order for an ice cream cake for my birthday. Vanilla ice cream, yellow cake, and sprinkles. haha. OR cookies and cream ice cream and chocolate cake. uhg...damn sweet tooth.
Saturday, February 25, 2006
I swear, I just want my blog to look like everyone else's. Screw originality. I keep trying to make my own template and I suck. I don't even know how bad I've screwed this up tonight. I'll try more tomorrow. Atleat these colors suit me more. Uhg.
Friday, February 24, 2006
This morning on the way to work my husband and I noticed a new billboard (we carpool on fridays). The billboard had a small child and the words "If your child is under 4'9" then he needs a booster seat. Know the law." Now I'll try and get a picture sometime, but I just couldn't believe it. 4'9". That's really not that much shorter than me. So basically what I learned from this bill board is that I'm about 3 or 4 inches away from needing a booster seat to drive?!! My Aunt is 4'8" and she does not use a booster seat to drive. Although...It would be ever so funny. And I would take pictures of her. And put them on the internet. HAH!
Thursday, February 23, 2006
As you can see I have a new square on the side, that is my new renter. And I must say for the very first one I think I did very well. I had about 20 offers which I wasn't expecting and though they were all very good I feel as though I picked the best one for this particular blog. He's obnoxious, opinionated, and funny. Be sure to visit his site and bask in his knowledge of life, love, and immigration. My Wasted Life is definately not a waste of time.
Sew, Up until yesterday evening I thought that I had the greatest sewing machine ever. I had no idea there was anything whatsoever wrong with it. HAH....I repeat...HAH! I took it to the Singer store and the guy, almost peeing his pants with laughter said, "Did you do this?" To which I replied, "what?" Evidentally the previous owners of this sewing machine thought it would be just the greatest thing ever to take the bottom off of the sewing machine and screw it into "A" case. (With heavy duty metal screws, which were far from appropriate for this job.) Not "The" case that it came with, no. Just "a" case that was lying around. So then, after pleading innocent to the "case" inquisition, came the "knob" inquisition. "You turned this knob didn't you?! (with force and laughter)" me= "no" "why" "would that mess it up?" Sewing machine guy, "uh...yea..." (more laughter)
Ultimately this continued for 30 or so minutes followed by, "I'm just going to have to take this apart and look at it. I'll clean it up and have it back to you by Saturday. And when you pick it up, don't turn the knob."
Uhg. So put sewing down on that long list of stuff that I just SUCK! at.
Ultimately this continued for 30 or so minutes followed by, "I'm just going to have to take this apart and look at it. I'll clean it up and have it back to you by Saturday. And when you pick it up, don't turn the knob."
Uhg. So put sewing down on that long list of stuff that I just SUCK! at.
My favorite song in the whole wide world came on this morning on the way to work...
Wild Horses by Mic Jager. Which followed closely by Wild Horses Bob Dylan, Wild Horses Sheryl Crow, Wild Horses Jewel and basically any other version of Wild Horses.
Today is a good day!
(I mean better Wild Horses to be stuck in your head than the Hampster dance song, right? hehe)
Wild Horses by Mic Jager. Which followed closely by Wild Horses Bob Dylan, Wild Horses Sheryl Crow, Wild Horses Jewel and basically any other version of Wild Horses.
Today is a good day!
(I mean better Wild Horses to be stuck in your head than the Hampster dance song, right? hehe)
1st order of business: I have a visitor for the week...Wasted Life. He's awesome! Be sure and pay him a visit. More to come on this later.
2nd order of business: I work, I have a husband, and I have laundry. I'm trying...try-ing... to get my style right on this site and there's a certain learning curve which I seem to be sliding down, more like falling down. I've gotten some help from Kristarella. I haven't had time though, YET, to put it in motion. I'm GOING TO though. I promise. :) Thanks Kristarella.
3rd order of business: I'm a baby and I have to go to bed now before I get keypad prints on my forehead.
This note brought to you by the spacebar on my forehead.
2nd order of business: I work, I have a husband, and I have laundry. I'm trying...try-ing... to get my style right on this site and there's a certain learning curve which I seem to be sliding down, more like falling down. I've gotten some help from Kristarella. I haven't had time though, YET, to put it in motion. I'm GOING TO though. I promise. :) Thanks Kristarella.
3rd order of business: I'm a baby and I have to go to bed now before I get keypad prints on my forehead.
This note brought to you by the spacebar on my forehead.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
My sewing machine is sick. I'm not really sure what's wrong with it as it cannot speak to me. It just grunts. It has a doctor's appointment at 5:30 at the Singer Urgent Care facility. Hopefully they'll be no needles. It hates needles.
I just traded my coworker the knowledge of how to print from the internet for coffee...I'm a sick, sick individual. We're both happy though. I have coffee, she has her printout.
I am officially not a geek. You know why? Because this blogging stuff/format stuff/ getting both of your tables to line up stuff/ IE doesn't like Mozilla stuff is HARD! I think I finially got it though. I *think* that it looks alright in Mozilla and IE now. I don't have Mozilla here though and my IE at home was not cooperating. So that makes it even more difficult when your browsers hate each other so much they're not even able to be in the same room. If it looks weird, leave me a comment. Not only will I know that someone other than my imaginary friends visit here, but I'll also be able to tell what I need to fix on my newly created "watermelon" site.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
"I'm never gonna dance again, guilty feet have got no rythmn..."
"...I'm never gonna dance again, the way I danced with you!"
5 Reasons why I'm cool today:
1. My upper lip is twitching insainly. (And yes, it kinda does look like Elvis, and no I don't know why it's twitching.)
2. I sing, out loud, in my office and no one cares. In fact, no one even pays any attention to it anymore. I've desensitised them to my singing voice.
3. I'm wearing one of the new shirts I got in Montgomery.
4. It's almost time to go home and I haven't raced to the time clock with my stuff in hand to wait for that last minute to roll over.
5. *And this is the best one!* I have an awesome little, stuffed cat sitting on my monitor with this halfdead fish hanging out of its mouth and I get to look at it all day. It RULEZ!
Time to go home and be domestic and crap. Laundry, cleaning, cooking, uploading pictues to flickr, and all finished by the time Husband gets home so I can be waiting with whips and chains in hand to fullfill all his fantasies. At least maybe I can fullfill his dinner fantasties. :) We're having his favorite.
Have a wonderful evening.
"...I'm never gonna dance again, the way I danced with you!"
5 Reasons why I'm cool today:
1. My upper lip is twitching insainly. (And yes, it kinda does look like Elvis, and no I don't know why it's twitching.)
2. I sing, out loud, in my office and no one cares. In fact, no one even pays any attention to it anymore. I've desensitised them to my singing voice.
3. I'm wearing one of the new shirts I got in Montgomery.
4. It's almost time to go home and I haven't raced to the time clock with my stuff in hand to wait for that last minute to roll over.
5. *And this is the best one!* I have an awesome little, stuffed cat sitting on my monitor with this halfdead fish hanging out of its mouth and I get to look at it all day. It RULEZ!
Time to go home and be domestic and crap. Laundry, cleaning, cooking, uploading pictues to flickr, and all finished by the time Husband gets home so I can be waiting with whips and chains in hand to fullfill all his fantasies. At least maybe I can fullfill his dinner fantasties. :) We're having his favorite.
Have a wonderful evening.
Monday, February 20, 2006
So the town shut down. A little ice on a few bridges and kaput, the town goes dead. Uhg. People, people, people. Ice does not mean, lets lose all common sense and wreck our cars left and right. It simply means, slow down. gees. People are still driving in New York and they have 23 inches of snow. We have scattered patches of ice and you'd think that we needed a super hero to come down with his magically powered laser beam to blast away all the ice and create warm weather in which to frolick. And all was well with Huntsville/Madison Co. I mean, COME ON PEOPLE!
Friday and Saturday came and went with little to no excitement, aside from the ice of course. During which Saturday night, I made my very loving husband drive down access roads to get me Krispy Kreme. Because it was cold. And cold goes with donuts. I don't know why.
Unlike the majority of Huntsvillians though, I am at work. I happen to work at the one place in town that NEVER closes. It's like a requirement or something. Stupid sick people, ruining my snow days. :/
Friday and Saturday came and went with little to no excitement, aside from the ice of course. During which Saturday night, I made my very loving husband drive down access roads to get me Krispy Kreme. Because it was cold. And cold goes with donuts. I don't know why.
Unlike the majority of Huntsvillians though, I am at work. I happen to work at the one place in town that NEVER closes. It's like a requirement or something. Stupid sick people, ruining my snow days. :/
Thursday, February 16, 2006
I'm not sure how you spell sesspool but if I did I would say it's spelled M-O-N-T-G-O-M-E-R-Y. Not to say that I'm not enjoying all this city has to offer. The bad drivers, the expensive gas, the lack of any turist crap to do. I'm here for a study/prep class to take the CTR exam (Certified Tumor Registrars Exam). I need this to progress in my job.
The pool was already closed, my homework took too long, Tim fell asleep, and I'm not ready for bed. So, I thought who's up, I know. The internet. The internet is my walmart. my waffle house. my local college dorm. Ah, how I love thee.
So, synopsis.
Wednesday, 3:00: GOT LOST ON WAY HOME FROM WORK :( (how stupid can one gal be)
Wednesday, 5:00: EN ROUTE TO MONTGOMERY
Wednesday, 8:00: Birmingham. Favorite store, closed. Mediocre Italian restaurant, open.
Wednesday, 12:00: Lost in Montgomery.
Wednesday, 12:30: Still lost in Montgomery.
Wednesday, 12:35: Tim stops to ask directions. Discovery is made.
And here's where a pearl of wisdom arises. If you learn nothing by reading this, learn this fact: EVERY ROAD IN MONTGOMERY HAS THREE NAMES. That's right. Three. Zelda is to Ann as Vaughn is to Hills.
Wednesday, 12:40: Begin search for hotel which includes, but is not limited to the following: wireless internet access, high speed prefered; indoor pool; fridge; microwave; non smoking; no pets allowed
Hotel aquired and sleep commences around 2.
Thursday, 7:00: Dress, eat half peanut butter sandwhich, semi apply makeup, and head to car
Thursday, 9:30: Class actually begins. Blah. I will never understand how something that is supposed to start at 8 am takes an hour and a half to begin.
Thursday, 11:00: Lunch.
At this point in the day everything is fantastic, I'm smart! I had no idea. I'm well prepared, I'm awake, I'm having fun with it. It's all good. :)
My husband and I eat turkey sandwhiches out of the cooler in our trunk and explore the city for an hour. All is well.
Thursday, 1:00: Oh my freaking goodness. I'm an idiot. That's right, my incredible, "I'm Actually Intelligent" moment...completely gone. I'm back to the being a dumb butt. UHG. The class got insainly hard and I completely got lost. (Some of which I think is the teacher's fault, although she is a pretty decent teacher.)
Thursday, 2:00: The class breaks for the day. YEA!! Husband and I head to the mall because he went there to kill time while I was in class and found fantastic A # 1 sale at a store going out of business. No pants to be had, but I got 4 100 dollar a piece shirts for 50 dollars total. And one of them is CASHMERE. That's right CASHMERE! So I'm happy.
Then It's on to The Shakespeare Festival Meuseum. NOW! Let me tell you something that Husband and I didn't know. Much like the naming of roads, Montgomery OBVIOUSLY doesn't know how to name landmarks. The Meuseum is a park. There is a meuseum on the grounds, BUT...It has nothing to do with Shakespeare. AND there is a Shakespeare Theatre on the grounds, BUT... it has nothing to do with the meuseum. I really don't get it. Both were interesting however and I'll hopefully have pictures on flickr soon. BUT ...That's a totally different story. ;) (To be covered later)
So, on the art meuseum that has nothing to do with Shakespeare. We're in the measeum a grand total of 5 seconds before my husband has broken something and we almost get thrown out by a very irritated security guard. There's a great big sign when you first walk in that tells you what to do. It's very clear.
Ah hem...
1. This is a free audio guided tour.
2. Ask the security guard for audio equipment and proceed through the exhibit.
Now what does Husband do? ... He doesn't read the sign and jerks the "audio equipment" right off of the wall. He jerks the taped, glued, very well secured "audio equipemnt" directly off of the wall as I scream NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! CAN'T YOU READ!
Now, not only has my husband broken a sign that's been there for who knows how long, but I've now screamed in a meuseum. Fantastic.
As we both appologized to the guard he let us in the meuseum with audio equipment on loan from him with little more than an irritated sigh and moan.
Now what you ask....It's on to Best Buy. Tim loves Best Buy. We ran out of memory on our camera during our "Shakespeare Experience" so we went to buy a larger memory card for the camera. BAD IDEA! But who knew...
It doesn't work. Too large for our crappy but perfectly working camera.
On to dinner with Goat and Girl, friends from college, and back to Best Buy. We buy a smaller card, it works. On to Goat and Girl's appartment.
Memory card no worky.
Back to Best Buy. But they're closed.
Today while I was at class Husband visited the zoo, tomorrow he is going to the Toyoto plant for a tour and then...Back to best buy for a smaller memory card.
I'm quite sure that our journey is not quite over yet. Hopefully the camera will begin working again spontaneously and I will suddenly regain the confidence in my ability to do my job tomorrow.
Until then... :)
The pool was already closed, my homework took too long, Tim fell asleep, and I'm not ready for bed. So, I thought who's up, I know. The internet. The internet is my walmart. my waffle house. my local college dorm. Ah, how I love thee.
So, synopsis.
Wednesday, 3:00: GOT LOST ON WAY HOME FROM WORK :( (how stupid can one gal be)
Wednesday, 5:00: EN ROUTE TO MONTGOMERY
Wednesday, 8:00: Birmingham. Favorite store, closed. Mediocre Italian restaurant, open.
Wednesday, 12:00: Lost in Montgomery.
Wednesday, 12:30: Still lost in Montgomery.
Wednesday, 12:35: Tim stops to ask directions. Discovery is made.
And here's where a pearl of wisdom arises. If you learn nothing by reading this, learn this fact: EVERY ROAD IN MONTGOMERY HAS THREE NAMES. That's right. Three. Zelda is to Ann as Vaughn is to Hills.
Wednesday, 12:40: Begin search for hotel which includes, but is not limited to the following: wireless internet access, high speed prefered; indoor pool; fridge; microwave; non smoking; no pets allowed
Hotel aquired and sleep commences around 2.
Thursday, 7:00: Dress, eat half peanut butter sandwhich, semi apply makeup, and head to car
Thursday, 9:30: Class actually begins. Blah. I will never understand how something that is supposed to start at 8 am takes an hour and a half to begin.
Thursday, 11:00: Lunch.
At this point in the day everything is fantastic, I'm smart! I had no idea. I'm well prepared, I'm awake, I'm having fun with it. It's all good. :)
My husband and I eat turkey sandwhiches out of the cooler in our trunk and explore the city for an hour. All is well.
Thursday, 1:00: Oh my freaking goodness. I'm an idiot. That's right, my incredible, "I'm Actually Intelligent" moment...completely gone. I'm back to the being a dumb butt. UHG. The class got insainly hard and I completely got lost. (Some of which I think is the teacher's fault, although she is a pretty decent teacher.)
Thursday, 2:00: The class breaks for the day. YEA!! Husband and I head to the mall because he went there to kill time while I was in class and found fantastic A # 1 sale at a store going out of business. No pants to be had, but I got 4 100 dollar a piece shirts for 50 dollars total. And one of them is CASHMERE. That's right CASHMERE! So I'm happy.
Then It's on to The Shakespeare Festival Meuseum. NOW! Let me tell you something that Husband and I didn't know. Much like the naming of roads, Montgomery OBVIOUSLY doesn't know how to name landmarks. The Meuseum is a park. There is a meuseum on the grounds, BUT...It has nothing to do with Shakespeare. AND there is a Shakespeare Theatre on the grounds, BUT... it has nothing to do with the meuseum. I really don't get it. Both were interesting however and I'll hopefully have pictures on flickr soon. BUT ...That's a totally different story. ;) (To be covered later)
So, on the art meuseum that has nothing to do with Shakespeare. We're in the measeum a grand total of 5 seconds before my husband has broken something and we almost get thrown out by a very irritated security guard. There's a great big sign when you first walk in that tells you what to do. It's very clear.
Ah hem...
1. This is a free audio guided tour.
2. Ask the security guard for audio equipment and proceed through the exhibit.
Now what does Husband do? ... He doesn't read the sign and jerks the "audio equipment" right off of the wall. He jerks the taped, glued, very well secured "audio equipemnt" directly off of the wall as I scream NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! CAN'T YOU READ!
Now, not only has my husband broken a sign that's been there for who knows how long, but I've now screamed in a meuseum. Fantastic.
As we both appologized to the guard he let us in the meuseum with audio equipment on loan from him with little more than an irritated sigh and moan.
Now what you ask....It's on to Best Buy. Tim loves Best Buy. We ran out of memory on our camera during our "Shakespeare Experience" so we went to buy a larger memory card for the camera. BAD IDEA! But who knew...
It doesn't work. Too large for our crappy but perfectly working camera.
On to dinner with Goat and Girl, friends from college, and back to Best Buy. We buy a smaller card, it works. On to Goat and Girl's appartment.
Memory card no worky.
Back to Best Buy. But they're closed.
Today while I was at class Husband visited the zoo, tomorrow he is going to the Toyoto plant for a tour and then...Back to best buy for a smaller memory card.
I'm quite sure that our journey is not quite over yet. Hopefully the camera will begin working again spontaneously and I will suddenly regain the confidence in my ability to do my job tomorrow.
Until then... :)
Montgomery is awesome and the conference is so so. :) More to come this weekend. So many stories, so little time to blog. Now that I've finished my homework I'm off to the indoor pool to scare small children in my bright pink bathing suit.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Monday, February 13, 2006
Hey, look down there on the right.....at the bottom.....yea...scroll down.....Can anyone tell me what that's doing down there? And how do I get it back up here?
As you can see, I've been playing around with the format. Hopefully it will work it's way out. I'm learning. haha, it's a slow process. :)
This weekend we went to see Batman Begins at the local IMAX theater. That was pretty fun. It was interestingly big and loud. Which, Batman needs to be exceptionally big and loud, it's Batman! That's about the only interesting this I did this week, just barely the only thing I did this weekend. I'm still recovering from my illness, now only to be followed up by a nasty stomach bug. Hopefully by wednesday I'll be completely healed.
I saw a little bit of snow this morning. That was nice. Saturday night my husband and I had a nice drive in the snow. It was really coming down in Huntsville, but there was no snow in Madison. :( We need one big snowfall, just for one weekend. Just enough to allow my husband to reenact his childhood one more time and allow him to sled down dead man's hill in Hazel Green. I, of course, will cheer him on from a nice, safe distance in my warm car with a cup of coffee or hot chocolate, depending on the time of day. :)
This weekend we went to see Batman Begins at the local IMAX theater. That was pretty fun. It was interestingly big and loud. Which, Batman needs to be exceptionally big and loud, it's Batman! That's about the only interesting this I did this week, just barely the only thing I did this weekend. I'm still recovering from my illness, now only to be followed up by a nasty stomach bug. Hopefully by wednesday I'll be completely healed.
I saw a little bit of snow this morning. That was nice. Saturday night my husband and I had a nice drive in the snow. It was really coming down in Huntsville, but there was no snow in Madison. :( We need one big snowfall, just for one weekend. Just enough to allow my husband to reenact his childhood one more time and allow him to sled down dead man's hill in Hazel Green. I, of course, will cheer him on from a nice, safe distance in my warm car with a cup of coffee or hot chocolate, depending on the time of day. :)
Friday, February 10, 2006
Thursday, February 09, 2006
He better have this new job. If he's never going to be home I'm definately going to need more spending money. I'm off to go be domestic and shit.....cook and do dishes. Think of what color to dye my hair.....I'm thinking green so I can match the couch.
I no longer feel like death on a cracker, but now I realize that I look like death on a cracker. I'm going to have to fix that sometime. Haha...when I figure out how I'll tell you. I'm sure there's a Jeanie in a magic bottle around here somewhere. *Lifts up the couch pillows* Nope, not there. Damn.
It has started. Husband is out working on his new job. At 7! He swore he'd be home by 7:30. We'll see, but I'm doubting. I'm still wondering whether or not this actually means he got a new job or whether he's just being used. *something just fell out of my fireplace and onto my carpet, that's odd* But I'll look on the bright side, maybe Tim is out with another woman. I'd be more than happy to let her do his laundry. :) Maybe she's got some sort of skill like carpentry or metal working. That would be cool. In reality though he's probably out with his new boss and then off to poker. Not that this is a problem. I like being home alone.
I'm here drowning in my thoughts. I feel like this is the first time in days I haven't been medicated and not in that oh so special way, but in that nausiated, toilet hugging way. If only I could take a deep breath I'd be healed. But then again, who really needs air, right?!!
What else, oh yea! My house is weird. Seriously. Weird. I tried to take a nap on the couch tonight but I couldn't shake the feeling that I had accidentally unlocked the wrong door and I was actually in someone else's house. I don't know why really. Probably due to the fact of my not so special medicated state being relieved and the furniture being rearranged. It's odd though sometimes to come into my house and have a seat on my furniture and look at my pictures on the wall. It all seems like someone else's. I halfway expect someone to walk in at any moment and escort me back to my box under the bridge which I've decorated with used aluminum cans I've found. Cause that's just me, in a house or in a box under the bridge there's no excuse not to be creative.
It has started. Husband is out working on his new job. At 7! He swore he'd be home by 7:30. We'll see, but I'm doubting. I'm still wondering whether or not this actually means he got a new job or whether he's just being used. *something just fell out of my fireplace and onto my carpet, that's odd* But I'll look on the bright side, maybe Tim is out with another woman. I'd be more than happy to let her do his laundry. :) Maybe she's got some sort of skill like carpentry or metal working. That would be cool. In reality though he's probably out with his new boss and then off to poker. Not that this is a problem. I like being home alone.
I'm here drowning in my thoughts. I feel like this is the first time in days I haven't been medicated and not in that oh so special way, but in that nausiated, toilet hugging way. If only I could take a deep breath I'd be healed. But then again, who really needs air, right?!!
What else, oh yea! My house is weird. Seriously. Weird. I tried to take a nap on the couch tonight but I couldn't shake the feeling that I had accidentally unlocked the wrong door and I was actually in someone else's house. I don't know why really. Probably due to the fact of my not so special medicated state being relieved and the furniture being rearranged. It's odd though sometimes to come into my house and have a seat on my furniture and look at my pictures on the wall. It all seems like someone else's. I halfway expect someone to walk in at any moment and escort me back to my box under the bridge which I've decorated with used aluminum cans I've found. Cause that's just me, in a house or in a box under the bridge there's no excuse not to be creative.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
I'm beginning to doubt that I will survive this illness. I don't know why I thought today was the day I should return to work. BAD idea. I'm so freaking tired. There's a corner of my office that's looking mighty comfy. I'm thinking that if I take the pillow that's in my chair and my coat, which happens to be a big fuzzy felt thing, then I could just crawl to the corner and nap and no one would be the wiser. Not as nice as my couch, granted....but the floor is looking really good at this point. It's 1 though, only how many more hours left? 4! OMG! I don't think I'm going to make it. Must stay awake...do work...must. finish. day.
Monday, February 06, 2006
I got this idea off of another blogger's site.
Go to Google and type in your first name, then needs. I typed in Paige needs, and here, according to the good people of the internet, are the top 10 thing I apparently need:
1.Paige needs 'sensitivity training.'
Well, I guess maybe at times I can be a bit insensitive.
2.Paige needs to find love.
I really don't think so.
3.Paige needs a job.
I love the job I have.
4.Paige needs more assistance getting around.
I think I do just fine getting around.
5.Paige needs a family where she will be loved and accepted unconditionally.
Ok...
6.Paige NEEDS breath freshener for christmas!
Now that's just going to far. The internet is telling me I need to have a mint. FINE!
7.Paige needs to find the killer of a member of Staff at Magic School.
I don't know where the magic school is. I guess that's my first step.
8.Paige needs to find a dead man to save her daughter's life.
I didn't think I had a daughter...there was that one night... I guess anything is possible.
9.Paige needs to trust her instinct and believe in herself again.
Probably so...
10.Paige needs your help.
But I don't know what I need your help for...maybe it's just in general. I can't argue with that.
Go to Google and type in your first name, then needs. I typed in Paige needs, and here, according to the good people of the internet, are the top 10 thing I apparently need:
1.Paige needs 'sensitivity training.'
Well, I guess maybe at times I can be a bit insensitive.
2.Paige needs to find love.
I really don't think so.
3.Paige needs a job.
I love the job I have.
4.Paige needs more assistance getting around.
I think I do just fine getting around.
5.Paige needs a family where she will be loved and accepted unconditionally.
Ok...
6.Paige NEEDS breath freshener for christmas!
Now that's just going to far. The internet is telling me I need to have a mint. FINE!
7.Paige needs to find the killer of a member of Staff at Magic School.
I don't know where the magic school is. I guess that's my first step.
8.Paige needs to find a dead man to save her daughter's life.
I didn't think I had a daughter...there was that one night... I guess anything is possible.
9.Paige needs to trust her instinct and believe in herself again.
Probably so...
10.Paige needs your help.
But I don't know what I need your help for...maybe it's just in general. I can't argue with that.
So, I'm sick....I've done nothing but sit on my couch and watch boring tv. But that's fine. We had some people over for the super bowl, probably furthering this horrible disease that I have acquired, but hopefully not. Everyone seemed to have a good time and enjoyed our new table and chair set that we picked up Saturday. All in all, this weekend would have kicked ass had I been awake for any of it and not in a self medicated coma. I now officially can only breathe through my mouth and I am seriously rethinking the idea that my head is not actually going to explode because of a large amount of snot. If that does happen though, I'll be sure to get my husband to post it on here with pictures, cause that would just be weird or cool or something.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
I did a bad, bad thing... I hit a doggie. :( A cute little black and white terrier. It was only partially my fault. I should have been watching the road more closely than I was, but at the same time, why the hell did the damn dog have to run into my car?!! And when I say "ran into" my car...that's exactly how it was. He ran into my bumper, bounced, landed on the sidewalk, and quickly ran into my neighbors backyard. That's right. NEIGHBOR'S backyard (And yes, I said "bounced.") I couldn't just hit anyone's dog. I had to hit my neighbor's dog. And is it bad that after the "run-in" occured, that I actually looked around to see if anyone saw me. (They didn't.) So...I didn't tell my neighbor. Now, if there is a hell, I certainly have earned a front row seat for the show, but now i'm going to be in the "advanced seating" portion. Why, you ask? ...I'm not going to tell my neighbor. The damage is done, why should another neighbor hate us? I need to return to my self-loathing now...
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Last night as my husband and I were lying in bed he suddenly appeared to be deep in thought and quite upset. I asked him several times, "what's wrong?" I got no reply. Finially, right about the time I'd given up on conversation with him, he blurts out, "I hate fat people at the gym." Just as a side note, neither of us are tiny people. So, I called him a hypocrite and rolled over and tried to go to sleep. And he continued, "no, no, no, you don't understand. I don't hate the average fat person at the gym. I hate the 500 + pound woman walking around the track at a snails pace while drinking bottled water and eating m & m's when there is a water fountain two feet away." And of course my reply, "why was she eating m & m's? I can't remember the last time I've had m & m's. OK, I've come around. I hate her too now." This seemed to make him happy and he quickly went to sleep. Then I was wide awake wondering if my husband showered with these extrememly obese people at the gym and what they looked like on the weight bench. I suddenly became even more devoted to our new lifestyle. (We've become swingers for exercise, cardio ya know! Just Kidding)
