for all the years I've wished for a home with multitudes of trick-or-treaters, I have NEVER met my match as I just did at my house in Newnan, GA.
holy monsters! at one point I opened the door and before i even saw a masked face i heard a parent say "wait jacob, theres a line, wait your turn"....i peeked around the corner of my door to see about 30 costumed children. all muttering and yelping "trick or treat!" --down the road, crowds and crowds of children ventured from house to house to gather treats. it was fantastic!
and a little overwhelming. i ran out of $30 worth of candy before dark, and flipped off the porch light before i had to give bad news to the next round of spidermen, storm troopers, cinderellas, pirates, fairy princesses and gypsies....better luck next year.
the big victorian home across the street had a great display, with lights and spooky music playing until 7pm.
after scraping the bottom of the candy cauldron, i snuck upstairs to watch the late evening halloween goers (the ones i wish i still had candy for, because halloween is only really fun after dark) next year i'll play up a big shabang, and hopefully have a pumpkin carving party for all the friends who still dont mind driving way down (or up, or over) to newnan.
on my way home from work, i saw one house where the owners were dressed up like the adams family. face paint and all. and at first i felt bad that i didn't put that much effort into halloween. but then i though. shoot, when you're retired you can do that sort of thing!" and settled on being a good treater just for having some candy.
and i stress "candy" because during our visit to "wal-fart" as it is so endearingly called by beaux kev, i stated that i wanted to give "healthy" treats. like apples and granola bars. and was immediately corrected and stood so as i realized i was verging on becoming "one of those" who seem to RUIN halloween by giving such "treats" that totally evade the purpose of children gaining as much chocolate and sugar as possible. i remembered dumping my pumpkin bucket out in the living room floor and being entirely too excited about milky way bars and kit kats, and only caring for the boxes of raisins because when empty you could make deafening whistles and squeals with them. haha. so i bought bags and bags of CANDY. good old mini candy bars, goobers, pixie stix!, warheads, doublebubble, malted balls and sugar daddys.
right before i ran out, i was sitting on the front porch with my bowl of goodies, and i heard a little boy yell from down the street "hey daddy, a light! yay! a porch light!" because most of the houses around here had resigned themselves for the night. and i giddily wished them all a happy halloween and dumped the rest of my sugary bounty into their orange cellophane bags.
a few "good" parents made sure their kids said "thank you" and i heard threats to take away some treat bags if their kiddies weren't saying it. hilarious. some little kids were so terrified by the really scary costumes that they were already crying by the time they got to my porch. hah. i didn't even have time to dress up so it wasn't me. but there were a few masks that even spooked me!
and so a good time was had by myself and my terribly inquisitive kitties, who, being black, made a feast of being the great center of attention this time of year.
so Happy Halloween to all. and to all a good night.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
yesterday
i remembered that there were several occasions that my dad would pick me up from school to take me to the orthodontist. or the dentist maybe. but i only remember it was just him and me. and on the way home we almost always stopped by the TCBY in spartanburg because i seem to remember it was a ritual of ours. and i would always get the rasberry yogurt and dad got the cookie dough ice cream though he preferred neopolitan at home. but then they stopped making the rasberry, so we both would get the cookie dough soft icecream in a big cup.
come to think of it it's pretty funny that my father took us to an ice cream parlor after leaving the dentist. it must've been the ortho. i just dont think dads psychosis would have allowed him to buy his child ice cream after the "fluoride treatment"
anyway it was one day we stopped and i dont know why i was with him because we had definitly gone to the dentist for him to have a tooth pulled. maybe i really had had my teeth cleaned. and maybe mom had met us there and stefan had ridden home with her. i just dont remember much about those things. but i would only go to dr. wynn if dad was there because i never wanted to sit in the chair by myself i always had to sit on top of dad. hah. i mean, i was a serious daddys girl. no wonder mom didn't like me that much.
but i remembered this one occasion that on the way home (and after getting icecream) we had stopped in traffic and i was laughing because he had been given novacaine so his face was numb and he kept drooling out of the corner of his mouth and had opened the door to spit (in case you're wondering, not "to spit" like a redneck with chew, but to spit, like, out of necessity...okay whatever). But he couldn't really spit well because his mouth was so numb and he ended up getting more saliva on his face anyway. And he was trying to give me the "scientific" reasons why his face was numb and telling me if i ever had my mouth numbed at the dentist to be careful that i not bite my lip because it would swell up and be injured even though i woudlnt feel it (of course, this i simply thought was absolutely cool and always planned to bite my lip if i ever had it numbed. and i think i actually did once and had a "busted" lip for a week or so) and then he bit his lip accidentally. it was pretty funny.
"the lion sleeps tonight" is always in the background of these memories because it was one of our favorite songs to sing. and he always sang the high parts. haha.
so as you probably already know. these times we were in the car, we always listened to oldies. 93.3 to be exact. when they were an oldies station. it was like an addiction. so we were almost back to wdf and i dont remember why. it seems that there were always understood reasons that were never spoken about. but instead of going home or back to school or wherever it was that i guess we were supposed to have gone. we drove past the wdf house and down to van patton shoals and we got out of the jeep and walked down to the bridge and looked over at the water and finished eating the cookie dough smoothies.
i just remembered that a few weeks ago. i dont know why.
and last time time i was in SC i cleaned out my bedroom closet and threw a ton of crap away. and i came across a program to this concert dad took me to. it must have been in 1992 or 93. about 4 or 5 groups of "oldies" singers reunited at the spartanburg memorial auditorium. and i wore a kelly green notre dam sweatshirt and some cheap imposter perfume i'd gotten at rite aid that i thought smelled really good. it was one of those "if you like Emerald, you'll love _________" in the little mini aerosol cans.
i remember being slighly terrified. but it was probably one of the best experiences of my childhood.
and thumbing through the pages of that program, i realized almost every single member of each group that was there had autographed it and written little things to me. you know, like "best wishes to Rachel" and "Dear Rachel, keep on rockin!" though i can't remember getting all of them. i do remember being afraid of all the grown ups there. some of them were drunk. and most of that night is naturally pretty fuzzy just from years that have passed adn clouded that occasion.
but i remember dancing in the aisle. and i remember the Platters and singing "peppermint twist" at the top of my lungs and knowing it was okay to yell because dad was doing it too.
these are things i remember that made my childhood really, really good.
so to all the dads out there who do stuff like this with your kids.
thank you.
come to think of it it's pretty funny that my father took us to an ice cream parlor after leaving the dentist. it must've been the ortho. i just dont think dads psychosis would have allowed him to buy his child ice cream after the "fluoride treatment"
anyway it was one day we stopped and i dont know why i was with him because we had definitly gone to the dentist for him to have a tooth pulled. maybe i really had had my teeth cleaned. and maybe mom had met us there and stefan had ridden home with her. i just dont remember much about those things. but i would only go to dr. wynn if dad was there because i never wanted to sit in the chair by myself i always had to sit on top of dad. hah. i mean, i was a serious daddys girl. no wonder mom didn't like me that much.
but i remembered this one occasion that on the way home (and after getting icecream) we had stopped in traffic and i was laughing because he had been given novacaine so his face was numb and he kept drooling out of the corner of his mouth and had opened the door to spit (in case you're wondering, not "to spit" like a redneck with chew, but to spit, like, out of necessity...okay whatever). But he couldn't really spit well because his mouth was so numb and he ended up getting more saliva on his face anyway. And he was trying to give me the "scientific" reasons why his face was numb and telling me if i ever had my mouth numbed at the dentist to be careful that i not bite my lip because it would swell up and be injured even though i woudlnt feel it (of course, this i simply thought was absolutely cool and always planned to bite my lip if i ever had it numbed. and i think i actually did once and had a "busted" lip for a week or so) and then he bit his lip accidentally. it was pretty funny.
"the lion sleeps tonight" is always in the background of these memories because it was one of our favorite songs to sing. and he always sang the high parts. haha.
so as you probably already know. these times we were in the car, we always listened to oldies. 93.3 to be exact. when they were an oldies station. it was like an addiction. so we were almost back to wdf and i dont remember why. it seems that there were always understood reasons that were never spoken about. but instead of going home or back to school or wherever it was that i guess we were supposed to have gone. we drove past the wdf house and down to van patton shoals and we got out of the jeep and walked down to the bridge and looked over at the water and finished eating the cookie dough smoothies.
i just remembered that a few weeks ago. i dont know why.
and last time time i was in SC i cleaned out my bedroom closet and threw a ton of crap away. and i came across a program to this concert dad took me to. it must have been in 1992 or 93. about 4 or 5 groups of "oldies" singers reunited at the spartanburg memorial auditorium. and i wore a kelly green notre dam sweatshirt and some cheap imposter perfume i'd gotten at rite aid that i thought smelled really good. it was one of those "if you like Emerald, you'll love _________" in the little mini aerosol cans.
i remember being slighly terrified. but it was probably one of the best experiences of my childhood.
and thumbing through the pages of that program, i realized almost every single member of each group that was there had autographed it and written little things to me. you know, like "best wishes to Rachel" and "Dear Rachel, keep on rockin!" though i can't remember getting all of them. i do remember being afraid of all the grown ups there. some of them were drunk. and most of that night is naturally pretty fuzzy just from years that have passed adn clouded that occasion.
but i remember dancing in the aisle. and i remember the Platters and singing "peppermint twist" at the top of my lungs and knowing it was okay to yell because dad was doing it too.
these are things i remember that made my childhood really, really good.
so to all the dads out there who do stuff like this with your kids.
thank you.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Better Late than Never
On Sept. 9th Mom and Wayne celebrated their first anniversary together. They went to Atlanta and stayed at the Marriot for a week--snooped around all the museums and swanky resturants they could find.
They managed this little adventure despite the fact that Wayne suffered a heart arrythmia on the preceding Wednesday. Doctors suspected a heart attack, but luckily it wasn't quite as serious. Think good thoughts for him as he begins to whip back into shape and keep an eye on his fluttering heart.
They managed this little adventure despite the fact that Wayne suffered a heart arrythmia on the preceding Wednesday. Doctors suspected a heart attack, but luckily it wasn't quite as serious. Think good thoughts for him as he begins to whip back into shape and keep an eye on his fluttering heart.
Heard it in a song
this morning on my way home from oil change, coffee and amusing myself in our palmetto garden, and, as i listened to my favorite country music station, i heard a song that helped me nail down a few ofthe reasons why i love my job, and particularly, why i love working with teenagers, when so many people toss their hands in the air. the chorus is some part of an explanation:
can't think of the singer at the moment. but he summed it up nicely.
we were wanna be rebels that didn't have a clue
with our rock-n-roll t-shirts and a typically bad attitude
didn't have exucuses for the things we had done
we were brave we were crazy we were mostly
young
i love the bad attitude of teenagers. why? because they deserve to have one, and if they dont, i wonder what is wrong. because teenagers get a raw deal from society. and especially from adults. which is ridiculous. because can't anyone remember what it felt like to wake up in the morning at 15 years old. how about 17.
now. imagine you're in foster care.
right. bad attitude. and i'm right there to soak it up and let them know it's okay! have a bad attitude, because it'll pull you through all the hurt that people put on you at this age. it's a tricky game. and i'll show them how to play it. that could be dangerous..... but hey, i turned out okay......mwahahah
a beautiful day! fall is creepin in.
can't think of the singer at the moment. but he summed it up nicely.
we were wanna be rebels that didn't have a clue
with our rock-n-roll t-shirts and a typically bad attitude
didn't have exucuses for the things we had done
we were brave we were crazy we were mostly
young
i love the bad attitude of teenagers. why? because they deserve to have one, and if they dont, i wonder what is wrong. because teenagers get a raw deal from society. and especially from adults. which is ridiculous. because can't anyone remember what it felt like to wake up in the morning at 15 years old. how about 17.
now. imagine you're in foster care.
right. bad attitude. and i'm right there to soak it up and let them know it's okay! have a bad attitude, because it'll pull you through all the hurt that people put on you at this age. it's a tricky game. and i'll show them how to play it. that could be dangerous..... but hey, i turned out okay......mwahahah
a beautiful day! fall is creepin in.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
this afternoon, 50,000 people sat on my neighborhood.
that is my next short bug-story. because midway through the allman bros, I squashed a spider that undoubtedly did not get the memo, and was stuck in the middle of piedmont park as crazy fans rushed in to cover the ground with blankets.
my friends and i were appalled at how many people were upset that other people stepped on their blanket. it became rather annoying actually. did you bring your best blanket? did you remember it was a huge field where thousands of people would squash together to hear music? so why do you give a hell if someone steps on your beloved blanket! bring an old sheet next time and quit yer bitchin. hah. so jess, stephen, brandon and i began ushering people across our blanket. just as a point. and literally, there were many who still refused to step on our blanket. that's how traumatized everyone was from the meanies. I was just there for the music and people-watching. and both were great of course.
Jess and I went to the bathroom that was of course swamped with people, and finally when pee almost started running down my leg, we bribed a guy with $10 (although he didn't take it) to let us in front of him and we both went in and used it at the same time. dont ask how but we did it, and we were in and out in less than 60 seconds. no joke. people who go to concerts need to learn to pee under pressure. then we stood in an equally long but more quickly moving beer line to buy up for our group of six, had the bright idea of seeing if we could make a buck. bought 8beers, and sold the two we didn't need to desperate end-of-the-liners for $20. so we earned 8 bucks. and the buyers didn't seem to give a hoot. so i'm sure between the pee bribe and the beer con we just screwed up our good karma for a solid month. but it was fun while it lasted.
i was wiped out by the end and needed food. so brandon and i go to joes on juniper for a burger, and waited a YEAR for our food. but it was so good when it finally came. so good i forgot to get my sunglasses off the table and now i have to wear my sport glasses until i find a new pair.
kevin and i are going to see Crowded House next week. So i'm going to be musically saturated here soon.
i wonder how many other people have or are going to blog about the concert today or sometime this week. i'm sure i'm one in a thousand. it's like when you were in high school and went to a concert, you want SO badly to wear that shirt the very next day, but you feel like a cheech for doing it. and you do it anyway. hah.
more to come, as i've had an eventful few months since my last post. the newest member, Lupo, is getting bigger and will turn 5mos on the 14th. stella is officially the fat cat i've always wanted her to be. mom and wayne celebrated their 1st anniversay today. i finally went to the beach this summer with my best friends lapo and heifer. my case load at work has quieted (be it only for a week or a few days) to a dull roar. i scavenged a junked miniature antique greenhouse off the side of the road in oakhurst yeserday on the way to see the show. and the jellyfish sting on my foot finally looks a little less gross today. so all is well.
sigh.
peace love and bugs
(and joseph, go ahead and comment on my blog b/c you're a horrible emailer! haha. jk. like i'm any better- and i want an invitation!)
tootle-oo y'all.
my friends and i were appalled at how many people were upset that other people stepped on their blanket. it became rather annoying actually. did you bring your best blanket? did you remember it was a huge field where thousands of people would squash together to hear music? so why do you give a hell if someone steps on your beloved blanket! bring an old sheet next time and quit yer bitchin. hah. so jess, stephen, brandon and i began ushering people across our blanket. just as a point. and literally, there were many who still refused to step on our blanket. that's how traumatized everyone was from the meanies. I was just there for the music and people-watching. and both were great of course.
Jess and I went to the bathroom that was of course swamped with people, and finally when pee almost started running down my leg, we bribed a guy with $10 (although he didn't take it) to let us in front of him and we both went in and used it at the same time. dont ask how but we did it, and we were in and out in less than 60 seconds. no joke. people who go to concerts need to learn to pee under pressure. then we stood in an equally long but more quickly moving beer line to buy up for our group of six, had the bright idea of seeing if we could make a buck. bought 8beers, and sold the two we didn't need to desperate end-of-the-liners for $20. so we earned 8 bucks. and the buyers didn't seem to give a hoot. so i'm sure between the pee bribe and the beer con we just screwed up our good karma for a solid month. but it was fun while it lasted.
i was wiped out by the end and needed food. so brandon and i go to joes on juniper for a burger, and waited a YEAR for our food. but it was so good when it finally came. so good i forgot to get my sunglasses off the table and now i have to wear my sport glasses until i find a new pair.
kevin and i are going to see Crowded House next week. So i'm going to be musically saturated here soon.
i wonder how many other people have or are going to blog about the concert today or sometime this week. i'm sure i'm one in a thousand. it's like when you were in high school and went to a concert, you want SO badly to wear that shirt the very next day, but you feel like a cheech for doing it. and you do it anyway. hah.
more to come, as i've had an eventful few months since my last post. the newest member, Lupo, is getting bigger and will turn 5mos on the 14th. stella is officially the fat cat i've always wanted her to be. mom and wayne celebrated their 1st anniversay today. i finally went to the beach this summer with my best friends lapo and heifer. my case load at work has quieted (be it only for a week or a few days) to a dull roar. i scavenged a junked miniature antique greenhouse off the side of the road in oakhurst yeserday on the way to see the show. and the jellyfish sting on my foot finally looks a little less gross today. so all is well.
sigh.
peace love and bugs
(and joseph, go ahead and comment on my blog b/c you're a horrible emailer! haha. jk. like i'm any better- and i want an invitation!)
tootle-oo y'all.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
we've adopted!
it's a boy!
VONNIE LUPO
of course that would have been a perfect shot but i was meticulously sprawled on the kitchen floor trying to get...what else...the perfect shot.
and Stella....well, lets just say she's slowly warming to the idea of a babe in the crib- note enthusiasm below
VONNIE LUPO
of course that would have been a perfect shot but i was meticulously sprawled on the kitchen floor trying to get...what else...the perfect shot.
and Stella....well, lets just say she's slowly warming to the idea of a babe in the crib- note enthusiasm below
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Hiss, with a smile-
oh the short weeks of holiday layovers. i still haven't wholley realized that tomorrow, or, today, i should say, is wednesday. this weeks list of "to dos," which is usually long anyway, was hastily carved and whittled into what essentially consists of a three day work week. because, no matter how great my intentions are, theres simply no way for me, at this point, to jump right back on the productive band wagon i fell off of last friday. and in a hurry i might add.
the weekend was a nice time spent in south carolina at our "cabin," as it is so lovingly called....and such a delightful expression considering this quaint hand-carved spectacle of a residence, while padded on all sides by truly old and wonderful wilderness, is also nestled cozily into the very armpit of what may be the closest earthly thing to hell i've ever known. yes, i still call it hell, because when i do acknowledge it, or when it forces me to acknowledge it, it's my very own hell, with my name engraved on it an everything.....and i hope that by my dying day i've either been enlightened into nothingness, or i've found something equally despicable to destest for the end of my years on earth. and c'mon, for all the wonderful things we enjoy in this world, it's simply the balance of life to have a good seething apathy for something.....for some humans its cell phones, noisey people at graduation ceremonies, cars without mufflers....but for me, it's woodruff.
nuff said. kev and i avoided the inner city limits of there, and saturday AND sunday drove out to what still ranks high on my list of great mountain bike trails. saturday we did two laps, and sunday i eeked out one, because i've been a riding slacker. running mostly, but not much of anything this month as i try to rid myself of a cold virus i swear must have been nesting in my left big toe since junior high, because thats the last time i ever had anything so consuming. i lost my voice and everything, which, besides the pain, is pretty cool. i can't sing a damned thing but fleetwood mac. with enough advil and cough syrup, it's probably one of the best side effects i could get from a cold. haha.
okay, enough with the smart-assedness. the point of this blog was a confession.
sometimes. and i do mean sometimes, i buy things based on the uniqueness of their packaging. i figure, well hell, they did a bang up job on that label, who cares if it tastes like crap, it'll look great in my cabinet.....
yea, that's stupid.
anyway, but i do. and tonight i did something i RARELY ever do, and bought some wine based on a cool label. but honestly i did read the back and it sounds good. for all the wine i've tried and narrowed down, i still dont know how to pick out a good zinfandel (and, umm....that'd be the red kind)
so while putting away the assortment of fruits and veggies i bought at the brand spanking new publix that's literally hidden amongst the bushes about 5 miles from my house like something out of a dream. COOL. (i know, so lame) i considered my choices in mother natures bounty.
zucchini. ah yes. a favorite. grapes, pears. ah hah, my daily fruit group. cucumbers. herb salad (buy 2 get $1 off with secret coupons), sweet peppers (red, yellow, and green) chives, limes, garlic, and...then
eggplant
eggplant. that mysterious fruit that i refuse to give up on. sure that one day i'll find a recipe that brings out the secret hidden magnificent flavor. thinking, surely this plant isn't as pallid and tasteless as it has always been every single time i've eaten it. and tried and true, i have yet to find an eggplant recipe that doesn't simply make the eggplant take on the flavor of the seasoning. the texture is okay, but you know, not great enough to make up for a complete lack of robustness that it's exterior boastfully insinuates.
and i realized, with a small gasp, that the eggplant is one of those items i buy because....well.....it looks cool.
so. heres to eggplants and zinfandel.
night night.
the weekend was a nice time spent in south carolina at our "cabin," as it is so lovingly called....and such a delightful expression considering this quaint hand-carved spectacle of a residence, while padded on all sides by truly old and wonderful wilderness, is also nestled cozily into the very armpit of what may be the closest earthly thing to hell i've ever known. yes, i still call it hell, because when i do acknowledge it, or when it forces me to acknowledge it, it's my very own hell, with my name engraved on it an everything.....and i hope that by my dying day i've either been enlightened into nothingness, or i've found something equally despicable to destest for the end of my years on earth. and c'mon, for all the wonderful things we enjoy in this world, it's simply the balance of life to have a good seething apathy for something.....for some humans its cell phones, noisey people at graduation ceremonies, cars without mufflers....but for me, it's woodruff.
nuff said. kev and i avoided the inner city limits of there, and saturday AND sunday drove out to what still ranks high on my list of great mountain bike trails. saturday we did two laps, and sunday i eeked out one, because i've been a riding slacker. running mostly, but not much of anything this month as i try to rid myself of a cold virus i swear must have been nesting in my left big toe since junior high, because thats the last time i ever had anything so consuming. i lost my voice and everything, which, besides the pain, is pretty cool. i can't sing a damned thing but fleetwood mac. with enough advil and cough syrup, it's probably one of the best side effects i could get from a cold. haha.
okay, enough with the smart-assedness. the point of this blog was a confession.
sometimes. and i do mean sometimes, i buy things based on the uniqueness of their packaging. i figure, well hell, they did a bang up job on that label, who cares if it tastes like crap, it'll look great in my cabinet.....
yea, that's stupid.
anyway, but i do. and tonight i did something i RARELY ever do, and bought some wine based on a cool label. but honestly i did read the back and it sounds good. for all the wine i've tried and narrowed down, i still dont know how to pick out a good zinfandel (and, umm....that'd be the red kind)
so while putting away the assortment of fruits and veggies i bought at the brand spanking new publix that's literally hidden amongst the bushes about 5 miles from my house like something out of a dream. COOL. (i know, so lame) i considered my choices in mother natures bounty.
zucchini. ah yes. a favorite. grapes, pears. ah hah, my daily fruit group. cucumbers. herb salad (buy 2 get $1 off with secret coupons), sweet peppers (red, yellow, and green) chives, limes, garlic, and...then
eggplant
eggplant. that mysterious fruit that i refuse to give up on. sure that one day i'll find a recipe that brings out the secret hidden magnificent flavor. thinking, surely this plant isn't as pallid and tasteless as it has always been every single time i've eaten it. and tried and true, i have yet to find an eggplant recipe that doesn't simply make the eggplant take on the flavor of the seasoning. the texture is okay, but you know, not great enough to make up for a complete lack of robustness that it's exterior boastfully insinuates.
and i realized, with a small gasp, that the eggplant is one of those items i buy because....well.....it looks cool.
so. heres to eggplants and zinfandel.
night night.
Friday, May 18, 2007
POM 400
year after year, the toilet stories continue.
the side of the building where my office is located has one restroom. a nice big one at that. and this morning i went in to get a handful of toilet tissue because my cold is at the rudolph the red and runny nosed phase (it seems to have been moving downward b/c first it was my eyes, now my nose, and i'm noticing a myserious pink tinge coming from my chin...or maybe that's just acne...damn)
so anyway, as i leaned down to grab some toilet paper, which, i might add, is ALWAYS on the wrong way so that you have to unroll it backwards, which is a real pain....seriously, i noticed the roll was getting low so i raised an eyebrow towards the back of the toilet where sometimes extra rolls are stashed, and the side-of-the-eye glance read "M4 POM," but it registered in my head as "NA PALM" and for a brief second i thought, with a combination of disgust and horror, "who the hell would name toilet paper after jellied gasoline explosives....."
well, if you think about it it's a pretty uncomfortable thought. and then, if you are really bored and you think about it a little bit more, it could, in extreme cases, be quite appropriate....which is, i suppose, equally uncomfortable.
ah so the week is drawing to a SLLLLLOOOOOW close. it has seemed, since i took this job, that my weeks take off to a roaring start, inundated with work and phone calls and reviews and meetings and travel....and by thursday the last little farts of business (just to keep with the motif) sputter out, and friday is quite a bit of a decompressor. i think i like it. friday is also casual day at the office. which i really like. because i'm a goober. that's why.
heres to a great weekend. hoping for some sun and some cycling. cheerio!
the side of the building where my office is located has one restroom. a nice big one at that. and this morning i went in to get a handful of toilet tissue because my cold is at the rudolph the red and runny nosed phase (it seems to have been moving downward b/c first it was my eyes, now my nose, and i'm noticing a myserious pink tinge coming from my chin...or maybe that's just acne...damn)
so anyway, as i leaned down to grab some toilet paper, which, i might add, is ALWAYS on the wrong way so that you have to unroll it backwards, which is a real pain....seriously, i noticed the roll was getting low so i raised an eyebrow towards the back of the toilet where sometimes extra rolls are stashed, and the side-of-the-eye glance read "M4 POM," but it registered in my head as "NA PALM" and for a brief second i thought, with a combination of disgust and horror, "who the hell would name toilet paper after jellied gasoline explosives....."
well, if you think about it it's a pretty uncomfortable thought. and then, if you are really bored and you think about it a little bit more, it could, in extreme cases, be quite appropriate....which is, i suppose, equally uncomfortable.
ah so the week is drawing to a SLLLLLOOOOOW close. it has seemed, since i took this job, that my weeks take off to a roaring start, inundated with work and phone calls and reviews and meetings and travel....and by thursday the last little farts of business (just to keep with the motif) sputter out, and friday is quite a bit of a decompressor. i think i like it. friday is also casual day at the office. which i really like. because i'm a goober. that's why.
heres to a great weekend. hoping for some sun and some cycling. cheerio!
Monday, May 07, 2007
things of late
holy mother.
today was the first day i can plan to be home for longer than a few days. funny i GOT this job because i was tired of being gone all the time. lucky for me the worst of my travels is over. but the first tang and bite of what's yet to come welcomed itself into my office at a bright and shiney (and a wee bit chilly) 10am this morning.
but. before diving into all that.
i spent one of my favorite holidays, it being Cinco de Mayo, at Mexico Beach, Florida. a little strip of pseudo islandish land off the gulf coast between appalachacola and destin. a dear friend of mine was married on the beach on saturday and i went down friday night and stayed until sunday. saturday i managed to get a little too much sunshine but it didn't really burst into color until later sunday (post shower, which seems to be the time in which sunburns always rear their ugly side) and saturday night had a damned fine time at an outdoor fiesta style reception, followed by a full wedding party take-over at the local (and only, i might add) bar, called Toucans. wee! it was a much needed vacation after 6 weeks of mind numbing training and travel for work.
ah work. okay. i actually do still feel very niched, if i may be so bold. but if there was a little book called "worst case scenarios for foster care case managers" i would be reading "what to do if..." on pg23. twenty three being the NUMBER OF CASES i was gifted with this morning. that would also be exactly 17 more than good old georgy policy states i should receive upon immediate completion of training. and i am flattered my supervisor thinks i can handle it, but i'm TERRIFIED she actually gave that many to me. well, that's not the real problem. the real problem is that she hasn't offered much help, and discourages consulting coworkers for advice/suggesstions...which, while i understand the reasoning behind, also think it's a little on the control-freque side. so i'm like that little kid who REALLY wants to learn to swim and just wants her parent to go beside her into the water. and all seems to be going well..........when along comes uncle bob......who tosses her into the deep end of the dock before she can even hold her nose.
damn you uncle bob.
to illustrate, and slather on another layer of self pity--One case. that's one child (which i have 23 of right now, alone, by myself, solo...you get the picture) one child usually has about three or four 3.5inch binders crammed slap damned full of pages and pages of information. all of them together take up about 4 shelves on my extra large industrial grade metal bookcase. and i've leafed through all of two. binders, that is. because today was the first day i could. because today was the first day i saw any of them.
but i did manage to make a few phone calls to foster family of one of my clients.
one.
of 23.
teenagers.
who i am now officially the Legal Guardian of.
yes.
legal.
guardian.
(gasp....)
(...thud)
today was the first day i can plan to be home for longer than a few days. funny i GOT this job because i was tired of being gone all the time. lucky for me the worst of my travels is over. but the first tang and bite of what's yet to come welcomed itself into my office at a bright and shiney (and a wee bit chilly) 10am this morning.
but. before diving into all that.
i spent one of my favorite holidays, it being Cinco de Mayo, at Mexico Beach, Florida. a little strip of pseudo islandish land off the gulf coast between appalachacola and destin. a dear friend of mine was married on the beach on saturday and i went down friday night and stayed until sunday. saturday i managed to get a little too much sunshine but it didn't really burst into color until later sunday (post shower, which seems to be the time in which sunburns always rear their ugly side) and saturday night had a damned fine time at an outdoor fiesta style reception, followed by a full wedding party take-over at the local (and only, i might add) bar, called Toucans. wee! it was a much needed vacation after 6 weeks of mind numbing training and travel for work.
ah work. okay. i actually do still feel very niched, if i may be so bold. but if there was a little book called "worst case scenarios for foster care case managers" i would be reading "what to do if..." on pg23. twenty three being the NUMBER OF CASES i was gifted with this morning. that would also be exactly 17 more than good old georgy policy states i should receive upon immediate completion of training. and i am flattered my supervisor thinks i can handle it, but i'm TERRIFIED she actually gave that many to me. well, that's not the real problem. the real problem is that she hasn't offered much help, and discourages consulting coworkers for advice/suggesstions...which, while i understand the reasoning behind, also think it's a little on the control-freque side. so i'm like that little kid who REALLY wants to learn to swim and just wants her parent to go beside her into the water. and all seems to be going well..........when along comes uncle bob......who tosses her into the deep end of the dock before she can even hold her nose.
damn you uncle bob.
to illustrate, and slather on another layer of self pity--One case. that's one child (which i have 23 of right now, alone, by myself, solo...you get the picture) one child usually has about three or four 3.5inch binders crammed slap damned full of pages and pages of information. all of them together take up about 4 shelves on my extra large industrial grade metal bookcase. and i've leafed through all of two. binders, that is. because today was the first day i could. because today was the first day i saw any of them.
but i did manage to make a few phone calls to foster family of one of my clients.
one.
of 23.
teenagers.
who i am now officially the Legal Guardian of.
yes.
legal.
guardian.
(gasp....)
(...thud)
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Samson
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first
I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met
Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of wonder bread and
Went right back to bed
And the history books forgot about us
And the Bible didn't mention us
And the Bible didn't mention us
Not even once
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first
Beneath the stars came falling on our heads
But they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met
Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful and
Came into my bed
Oh I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of old scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that I'd done alright
And kissed me till the morning light
And kissed me till the morning light
Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of wonder bread and
went right back to bed
Oh we couldn't bring the columns down
Yea we couldn't destroy a single one
And the history books forgot about us
And the Bible didn't mention us
Not even once
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first
-Regina Spektor
I loved you first
I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met
Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of wonder bread and
Went right back to bed
And the history books forgot about us
And the Bible didn't mention us
And the Bible didn't mention us
Not even once
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first
Beneath the stars came falling on our heads
But they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met
Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful and
Came into my bed
Oh I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of old scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that I'd done alright
And kissed me till the morning light
And kissed me till the morning light
Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of wonder bread and
went right back to bed
Oh we couldn't bring the columns down
Yea we couldn't destroy a single one
And the history books forgot about us
And the Bible didn't mention us
Not even once
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first
-Regina Spektor
Thursday, March 29, 2007
A cat comes and goes without ever leaving.
-Curtis B. Johnson-
2004 - 2007
My furry child
My faithful friend
My mischevious beloved cat.
You are so missed.
The cat went here and there
and the moon spun round like a top
and the nearest kin of the moon,
the creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
for wander and wail as he would,
the pure cold light in the sky
troubled his animal blood
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
lifting his delicate feet
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
When two close kindred meet?
What better than call a dance?
Maybe the Moon may learn
tired of that courtly fashion
A new dance turn
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
from moonlit place to place
The sacred moon overhead
has taken a new phase.
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
will pass from change to change
And from round to cresent
from cresent to round they range?
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise.
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.
-W.B.Yeats
2004 - 2007
My furry child
My faithful friend
My mischevious beloved cat.
You are so missed.
The cat went here and there
and the moon spun round like a top
and the nearest kin of the moon,
the creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
for wander and wail as he would,
the pure cold light in the sky
troubled his animal blood
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
lifting his delicate feet
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
When two close kindred meet?
What better than call a dance?
Maybe the Moon may learn
tired of that courtly fashion
A new dance turn
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
from moonlit place to place
The sacred moon overhead
has taken a new phase.
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
will pass from change to change
And from round to cresent
from cresent to round they range?
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise.
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.
-W.B.Yeats
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
through ancient glass
well its been a while since i posted. but things have happened since last time that are funny.
like falling out of the bus in new york city because my suitcase was jacked from the flight and as i jumped from the platform onto the sidewalk, discovered my boots weren't the best for gripping the huge mound of ice lining the streets at 2am. lets just say hauling luggage through upper manhattan after a good snow is a workout. the temps weren't so bothersome, but it was damned cold the whole time. i hope to post some pictures soon.
i've been riding a running more lately. trying to get back into shape for the cycling season. i'm ready to take trips to the mountains with the warm weather, and i'm ready to go to savannah.
so 2007 has improved since i just accepted a job offer for a higher up position in social services. yes, a social worker, but paid more, and now that i'm IN it's so easy to move up. oh yea. i decided that a good 5 year plan for me is to start heading toward the school counseling by my early thirties. and until then get as much experience as i possibly can. the real world is so much different that what you learn in college. and it's beneficial to learnd about the red tape that keeps us from helping kids as much as possible.
that's it for tonight. ijust wanted to post again, hoping my postabilities start coming back to me more and more.
and for the record: i really appreciate all my friends. so here i say "thank you" for your support and encouragment over the years.
peace, love, and bugs.
like falling out of the bus in new york city because my suitcase was jacked from the flight and as i jumped from the platform onto the sidewalk, discovered my boots weren't the best for gripping the huge mound of ice lining the streets at 2am. lets just say hauling luggage through upper manhattan after a good snow is a workout. the temps weren't so bothersome, but it was damned cold the whole time. i hope to post some pictures soon.
i've been riding a running more lately. trying to get back into shape for the cycling season. i'm ready to take trips to the mountains with the warm weather, and i'm ready to go to savannah.
so 2007 has improved since i just accepted a job offer for a higher up position in social services. yes, a social worker, but paid more, and now that i'm IN it's so easy to move up. oh yea. i decided that a good 5 year plan for me is to start heading toward the school counseling by my early thirties. and until then get as much experience as i possibly can. the real world is so much different that what you learn in college. and it's beneficial to learnd about the red tape that keeps us from helping kids as much as possible.
that's it for tonight. ijust wanted to post again, hoping my postabilities start coming back to me more and more.
and for the record: i really appreciate all my friends. so here i say "thank you" for your support and encouragment over the years.
peace, love, and bugs.
Friday, December 15, 2006
oh bother.
so i've been home from work for about an hour. i forced curtis to play with me for at least 10 minutes after i walked in and before he went out so that he wouldn't leave angry and maybe not come back...this is what i worry about. of course, only after i saw that the house wasn't burned to the ground. i was sure the c'mas tree would go down and the lights, on a timer (b/c i like to enjoy the thought of it) would set the carpet on fire....but only one glass ornament was sacrificed to this shift. i buried it and said a few words...
and there is always something to bury when i get home. shreds of newspaper, hole-y plastic bags, a pottery barn catalogue they evidently determined i perused too much....you know, that sort of thing. "they" being my cats.
and upon sitting down at the computer i found cat hair meticulously stuck to the bottom of my laptop screen (i could've swore i closed it before leaving monday)...and stella is the culprit b/c only she has a truly white coat of fur disguised by black tipped hairs, and only she takes obsessive interst in talking to my computer screen.
anyway, i really have missed the blogging scene. i dont really read or write blogs that often anyway, but i do miss writing them. and i've commented a few times to beaux kevin, and finally (after i edited the hell out of my blog to make sure it was presentable) i gave in to yet another request, and handed over the address
he'd kill me, but this is his email response. verbatim.
I'm not sure how people put themselves out there like this! But, I now know what your basement apartment looked like, you have a thing for latin men and you used to write a lot more than you do now. Do you miss it?
Love,
Caucasian Kev
"hmm. well could be worse!" i thought...but of course this also sent me on a wild goose chase to find the conversation i must have posted that flaunted an attraction to latin men...
not that i could get away with denying a slight interest in oggling nice-looking men of latino descent...i just can't find the dang posting...
(and for the record i actually prefer Greek or the ever-so droolable Italiano--help me out here LAPO! haha)
ok geez. i'm cutting myself off. fresh on the blogger and already i can tell this could get me into trouble! hah.
have a nice weekend everyone. ciao-
and there is always something to bury when i get home. shreds of newspaper, hole-y plastic bags, a pottery barn catalogue they evidently determined i perused too much....you know, that sort of thing. "they" being my cats.
and upon sitting down at the computer i found cat hair meticulously stuck to the bottom of my laptop screen (i could've swore i closed it before leaving monday)...and stella is the culprit b/c only she has a truly white coat of fur disguised by black tipped hairs, and only she takes obsessive interst in talking to my computer screen.
anyway, i really have missed the blogging scene. i dont really read or write blogs that often anyway, but i do miss writing them. and i've commented a few times to beaux kevin, and finally (after i edited the hell out of my blog to make sure it was presentable) i gave in to yet another request, and handed over the address
he'd kill me, but this is his email response. verbatim.
I'm not sure how people put themselves out there like this! But, I now know what your basement apartment looked like, you have a thing for latin men and you used to write a lot more than you do now. Do you miss it?
Love,
Caucasian Kev
"hmm. well could be worse!" i thought...but of course this also sent me on a wild goose chase to find the conversation i must have posted that flaunted an attraction to latin men...
not that i could get away with denying a slight interest in oggling nice-looking men of latino descent...i just can't find the dang posting...
(and for the record i actually prefer Greek or the ever-so droolable Italiano--help me out here LAPO! haha)
ok geez. i'm cutting myself off. fresh on the blogger and already i can tell this could get me into trouble! hah.
have a nice weekend everyone. ciao-
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Moo
Yes, I am aware I am not a high performance blogger!
Sometimes we use "picture feelings" at work when the girls have a hard time expressing their feelings.
This one just about sums it up for me today :)
Thursday, May 18, 2006
rain or shine
my little indulgence for the year. a weekend in the tennessee mountains with two great friends and a gorgeous view of the valley. it's beautiful here in the upstate carolina hidden treasure of laurens house....the weather channel says seveirville is not so beautiful. but it doesn't really matter. we're "getting away"...and that's all we've got on the brain.
still in pajamas, i'm hunkered into a living room chair watching lauren and heith run around getting ready to leave. i should be getting ready too, but here i am. i brought my heafy suitcase in to "organize" since last night was a little bit of a crazy-lady packing job. heith swears he's not going to wear the black converse shoes lauren put out for him, and every so often reminds her shes wearing "bermudas," and only really wants to find one more pair of low-cut socks...lauren made muffins and coffee, and we're all taking way more than we need. "just in case"
it's fun. i'm very happy :)
shoes
socks
underwear
bathing suit
raincoat
camera
laptop
sunglasses
and seven billion other things i really dont need. in multiples of 3. at least.
and a bike.
playing cards! how could we forget! they're promptly going into the "game bag"
ready for a nice weekend. pictures soon.
still in pajamas, i'm hunkered into a living room chair watching lauren and heith run around getting ready to leave. i should be getting ready too, but here i am. i brought my heafy suitcase in to "organize" since last night was a little bit of a crazy-lady packing job. heith swears he's not going to wear the black converse shoes lauren put out for him, and every so often reminds her shes wearing "bermudas," and only really wants to find one more pair of low-cut socks...lauren made muffins and coffee, and we're all taking way more than we need. "just in case"
it's fun. i'm very happy :)
shoes
socks
underwear
bathing suit
raincoat
camera
laptop
sunglasses
and seven billion other things i really dont need. in multiples of 3. at least.
and a bike.
playing cards! how could we forget! they're promptly going into the "game bag"
ready for a nice weekend. pictures soon.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
I sat silent, five commercials
every so often, someone comes up with a really great commercial. i, for one, am a "laughingly good commercial" fan. and i have been known to watch a relatively bad channel if they air the same good commercial a few times every 30 mins. it's how i get some of my more satisfying kicks.
congratulations to the writers for the following companies. they are, frankly, hilarious.
Milky Way
KMart
Vonage
in that order. but vonage has had the lead for a while, for the record.
geico, on the other hand...FOR THE LOVE OF ALLAH! NO MORE TALKING GECKO!
congratulations to the writers for the following companies. they are, frankly, hilarious.
Milky Way
KMart
Vonage
in that order. but vonage has had the lead for a while, for the record.
geico, on the other hand...FOR THE LOVE OF ALLAH! NO MORE TALKING GECKO!
Thursday, March 16, 2006
"fly high--be my getaway--gotta get away"
well, i feel compelled to make a brief appearance here. haha. i am now 24 years and 15 minutes old. WOO. yea.
and just as i accepted a low-pay job at REI, ms. muroff calls me from the cumming, ga DHR and wants to know, do i want to interview for a 30k/yr job?
oh lord. is it wrong to be torn? i just want to go back to school. just let me go back to school. i want to be the psychologist, not her secretary. but the salary still raises an eyebrow.
thank you for everyone who has already wished me a happy day. my brother even graced me with a serenade! haha. love the stef-man. I hope everyone has a great day. i'm doing some last minute cleaning and then heading to columbus so the parents will feel "involved" by taking jeff and me to dinner ;) love the parents. they are so sweet. and jeff gave me an ipod shuffle for my birthday ! sweet! it's definitly what I NEED! and now i can give him his little mp3 player back...haha...i think there were ulterior motives there
"Hide and seek, kissing and running
Till you were out of breath
In the late night day sun
Until your Mamma called you home... and you didn't wanna go"
-stereophonics
and just as i accepted a low-pay job at REI, ms. muroff calls me from the cumming, ga DHR and wants to know, do i want to interview for a 30k/yr job?
oh lord. is it wrong to be torn? i just want to go back to school. just let me go back to school. i want to be the psychologist, not her secretary. but the salary still raises an eyebrow.
thank you for everyone who has already wished me a happy day. my brother even graced me with a serenade! haha. love the stef-man. I hope everyone has a great day. i'm doing some last minute cleaning and then heading to columbus so the parents will feel "involved" by taking jeff and me to dinner ;) love the parents. they are so sweet. and jeff gave me an ipod shuffle for my birthday ! sweet! it's definitly what I NEED! and now i can give him his little mp3 player back...haha...i think there were ulterior motives there
"Hide and seek, kissing and running
Till you were out of breath
In the late night day sun
Until your Mamma called you home... and you didn't wanna go"
-stereophonics
Monday, March 13, 2006
karma police, arrest this girl
as monday wanes on, the weekend loosens it's grip and hands over the reigns to yet another business week, and our columbia pal, here since thursday, is on his way back home...but not before squeaking out one last tennis game (pictures courtesy of Rob, to be posted later today or tomorrow)...so it was a weekend of severe indulgences, but, fun to say the least. and this week should be great too...jeff and i are celebrating a happy 365day marker on wednesday, and i will celebrate becoming six years shy of 30 on thursday! woo. so we'll be heading to columbus for dinner with my folks, and then...THEN, friday and saturday i'm training for my JOB. yay.
okay, the job front has been grim for quite some time now, and i, having left a discouraged dent in THE Rock-Bottom and begun an equally gloomy journey along the plateau of unemployed depression (all the while keeping my poo-eating grin and sophisticated cover letter crafting at a convincing-yet-false-positive) finally began narrowing down my "part-time" options. on an optimistic whim, i applied at REI here in ATL; a place that I appreciate as the closest outdoor retail supplier in the area--and since i can recall having been labeled "the outdoorsy type" in my day, I dropped in and queried the friendly customer service woman for an application, and happily interviewed the same day. of course it went very well, i'm experienced in the outdoors, i'm fairly experienced in the how-tos of cycling, and i'm experienced in retail (not to mention, obviously yet another well-educated, desperate college graduate) and possess what i would call, polished "interpersonal skills"...with a degree to back it up. so i was pretty confidant (and kept a keen eye out for any snobbery my pride might fling at the interviewing manager) but then again, several interviews have gone "well" and resulted in kindly rejection letters (if anything) so my hopes were in neutral, as they have been for some time now (my conscience no doubt conserving the very last scrapings of a tattered self worth)
in the process of prepping myself for a possible turn-down from a mere retail position (because in Atlanta, anything is possible, especially rejection and poverty) I received a call and an attractive offer just two days later--the better part is that the position is with the department of my preference: Action Sports...which includes kayaks/canoes, climbing equip--and cycling--which includes mountainbikes. and mid-interview, a friendly lady who i later learned is the head honcho of this dept (and who probably snagged my resume to boost the female gender count in this area) sympathetically patted me on the back for potentially having to learn and sell not only Cannondale, but also several brands of what I kindly refer to as "comfort cycles"...this is a really difficult thing to explain to someone who isn't really into real mountainbiking. and i, along with many of my trail goers, have perfected the answer to the ever so frequent question "so, what's a good bike to buy?"...to which one replies "well, what do you consider 'good'"...this is an 'inside' retort that i will promptly have to UNlearn and replace with a sincere smile and something like "what sort of riding are you planning to do?" OR "what do you feel you will need in your future bike"...then, and perhaps more importantly, "how much are you willing to spend"
(sneeze) and with springish weather comes springish allergens
the hard part is tactfully guiding people to understand their capabilities. a few acquaintances have naively scoffed at a favorite film (The Collective) that wonderfully flaunts the craft of "sponsored" free-ride cyclists. which is an entirely different type of riding from cross country mountain biking--i've heard things like "yea that's what i do or "heh, I can do that"...and of course one can do a lot of things if they put their mind to it, but, willingness and ability go hand in hand...along with endurance, actual SKILL, and a (somewhat heavy) touch of masochism. not even i would dare set an intent foot on a freeride/downhill cycle...tho i'm rather envious. but if tubby comes in determined to drop two-grand on a bike that he'll never really use to it's full worth, so be it, big-boy. i dont make commission, but i understand the value of sales and marketing. and if i have to take a retail job, i'll be derned if i dont make it a point to be one who is promoted as soon as possible. anywho. so that's my story as of late. i am now employed. and i might add, by #7 of fortune 100s best companies to work for.
and i hear an old riding buddy of mine, joseph, is making a swell move to a bike shop in boone, nc. and i wish him (and his karma) all the best...mwah ha. a tribute pic to old rides below-
that's all for now.
cheerio.
okay, the job front has been grim for quite some time now, and i, having left a discouraged dent in THE Rock-Bottom and begun an equally gloomy journey along the plateau of unemployed depression (all the while keeping my poo-eating grin and sophisticated cover letter crafting at a convincing-yet-false-positive) finally began narrowing down my "part-time" options. on an optimistic whim, i applied at REI here in ATL; a place that I appreciate as the closest outdoor retail supplier in the area--and since i can recall having been labeled "the outdoorsy type" in my day, I dropped in and queried the friendly customer service woman for an application, and happily interviewed the same day. of course it went very well, i'm experienced in the outdoors, i'm fairly experienced in the how-tos of cycling, and i'm experienced in retail (not to mention, obviously yet another well-educated, desperate college graduate) and possess what i would call, polished "interpersonal skills"...with a degree to back it up. so i was pretty confidant (and kept a keen eye out for any snobbery my pride might fling at the interviewing manager) but then again, several interviews have gone "well" and resulted in kindly rejection letters (if anything) so my hopes were in neutral, as they have been for some time now (my conscience no doubt conserving the very last scrapings of a tattered self worth)
in the process of prepping myself for a possible turn-down from a mere retail position (because in Atlanta, anything is possible, especially rejection and poverty) I received a call and an attractive offer just two days later--the better part is that the position is with the department of my preference: Action Sports...which includes kayaks/canoes, climbing equip--and cycling--which includes mountainbikes. and mid-interview, a friendly lady who i later learned is the head honcho of this dept (and who probably snagged my resume to boost the female gender count in this area) sympathetically patted me on the back for potentially having to learn and sell not only Cannondale, but also several brands of what I kindly refer to as "comfort cycles"...this is a really difficult thing to explain to someone who isn't really into real mountainbiking. and i, along with many of my trail goers, have perfected the answer to the ever so frequent question "so, what's a good bike to buy?"...to which one replies "well, what do you consider 'good'"...this is an 'inside' retort that i will promptly have to UNlearn and replace with a sincere smile and something like "what sort of riding are you planning to do?" OR "what do you feel you will need in your future bike"...then, and perhaps more importantly, "how much are you willing to spend"
(sneeze) and with springish weather comes springish allergens
the hard part is tactfully guiding people to understand their capabilities. a few acquaintances have naively scoffed at a favorite film (The Collective) that wonderfully flaunts the craft of "sponsored" free-ride cyclists. which is an entirely different type of riding from cross country mountain biking--i've heard things like "yea that's what i do or "heh, I can do that"...and of course one can do a lot of things if they put their mind to it, but, willingness and ability go hand in hand...along with endurance, actual SKILL, and a (somewhat heavy) touch of masochism. not even i would dare set an intent foot on a freeride/downhill cycle...tho i'm rather envious. but if tubby comes in determined to drop two-grand on a bike that he'll never really use to it's full worth, so be it, big-boy. i dont make commission, but i understand the value of sales and marketing. and if i have to take a retail job, i'll be derned if i dont make it a point to be one who is promoted as soon as possible. anywho. so that's my story as of late. i am now employed. and i might add, by #7 of fortune 100s best companies to work for.
and i hear an old riding buddy of mine, joseph, is making a swell move to a bike shop in boone, nc. and i wish him (and his karma) all the best...mwah ha. a tribute pic to old rides below-
that's all for now.
cheerio.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
"in a world"
Last night I watched David Lynchs "Eraserhead" with Jeff. He'd already seen most of it, and warned me it was "typical Lynch"...and maybe I wasn't completely prepared ? but then, how do you prepare for a man who creates films like Lost Highways and Mullholland Drive...so, Eraserhead. I made it 3/4 of the way through before retiring for the night. And so the dreams began.
I have a family, as in mother/father/brothers/sisters/grandparents. and we live in a big house, with a large indoor pool in the basement (me? a dream involving water? surely not)...anyway, for some reason there are fish in the pool? I think, and over breakfast I say maybe we need a few more fish...so that evening, I hear my parents drive up, and yell "open the door"...well, that day I had come across a baby nurse shark...a small animal that would be comfortable in a pool that size. Granted, I have no idea why I want fish or a shark in this pool, but whatever. The more important part is from outside in the yard I hear this father figure (I have no idea who any of the people are) say "well, we have a whale!"...and in they march with a small gray colored whale....A WHALE? oh, not only a whale, they also have a young tiger, two monkeys, a parrot, and a few other wild species better found (or left) in the forests and jungles of elsewhere, certainly not our basement.
My first reaction is of bewilderment, then I move to attempting reasonable discussion with the memebers of my family, who seem to see no problem with the fact that a dozen wild animals were living in our home, and were going to grow up to be LARGE animals. hmmm...so, the first whacked out thing to happen is the tiger eats grandpa. yep. the tiger got into the ductwork and jumped on grandpa while he slept in a hospital bed in the back corner of the basement. This is like a combination of some bizarre cartoon and The Ghost And The Darkness...as in, it seems ridiculous, but it was really like, scary, evil stuff. After that happened I woke up, and drifted in and out of the same dream, which turned into something more scifi than what it had been, until the alarm clock went off at 8:30, afterwhich I snoozed in another weird dream until around 9. All I'm sayin is, and I'm not sayin, I'm just sayin...watching Lynch before bed has to be about the equivalent of doing some crazy drug right before you go into a house of mirrors.
And today was supposed to be sunny, in my fantasy world. But, tut tut, it looks like rain. No pioneering the pool deck today!
tootles
I have a family, as in mother/father/brothers/sisters/grandparents. and we live in a big house, with a large indoor pool in the basement (me? a dream involving water? surely not)...anyway, for some reason there are fish in the pool? I think, and over breakfast I say maybe we need a few more fish...so that evening, I hear my parents drive up, and yell "open the door"...well, that day I had come across a baby nurse shark...a small animal that would be comfortable in a pool that size. Granted, I have no idea why I want fish or a shark in this pool, but whatever. The more important part is from outside in the yard I hear this father figure (I have no idea who any of the people are) say "well, we have a whale!"...and in they march with a small gray colored whale....A WHALE? oh, not only a whale, they also have a young tiger, two monkeys, a parrot, and a few other wild species better found (or left) in the forests and jungles of elsewhere, certainly not our basement.
My first reaction is of bewilderment, then I move to attempting reasonable discussion with the memebers of my family, who seem to see no problem with the fact that a dozen wild animals were living in our home, and were going to grow up to be LARGE animals. hmmm...so, the first whacked out thing to happen is the tiger eats grandpa. yep. the tiger got into the ductwork and jumped on grandpa while he slept in a hospital bed in the back corner of the basement. This is like a combination of some bizarre cartoon and The Ghost And The Darkness...as in, it seems ridiculous, but it was really like, scary, evil stuff. After that happened I woke up, and drifted in and out of the same dream, which turned into something more scifi than what it had been, until the alarm clock went off at 8:30, afterwhich I snoozed in another weird dream until around 9. All I'm sayin is, and I'm not sayin, I'm just sayin...watching Lynch before bed has to be about the equivalent of doing some crazy drug right before you go into a house of mirrors.
And today was supposed to be sunny, in my fantasy world. But, tut tut, it looks like rain. No pioneering the pool deck today!
tootles
Friday, February 24, 2006
how we move our lives for another day.
10 is creeping up on me, but I'm still ready to get out of here before too long. These spontaneously premeditated weekends are always imagined with the intentions of "getting away to relax" or "escape" a hectic big city, but always end up being nearly opposite...last night determined to call my brother and tell him to stay away and leave me the house to myself, then this morning in the shower wondering if i should just stay with my grandparents, I'll be there most of the time anyway, and in Boiling Springs, visiting my other grandmother, now home from her stint in the hospital...I guess by 91 you're gonna break something eh...anyway. hmmmm....well, I have the best intentions...I guess (insert under-breath chuckle here)
the WOW in our area. also known as the "Women of Willivee" have now gone public with what is currently a battle against invasion that is now going on in our wee neighboring neighborhood...and that battle is against none other than (what? you are wondering? what adversity are these brave women fighting against? sexism? harassment? (said "haress-ment" like the cool Atlantans do) neighborhood crime? oh they are so selfless and valiant!)..
...yes my friends, they are winning, against, yes, wild yard onions
I know, I know "HOW?" you might wonder, because it is such a brutal and often odiferous war, but I believe they will prevail....I saw at least 5 women out just yesterday around 4pm with their little weed plucking devices, hunting their grounds for the devious and infestuous little green devils
and with that, I must be gone. off with me.
"theres not a moment to lose in this game-
dont let the troubles in your head-
steal too much time, you'll soon be dead-
so play--but every day should be a good day to die"
the WOW in our area. also known as the "Women of Willivee" have now gone public with what is currently a battle against invasion that is now going on in our wee neighboring neighborhood...and that battle is against none other than (what? you are wondering? what adversity are these brave women fighting against? sexism? harassment? (said "haress-ment" like the cool Atlantans do) neighborhood crime? oh they are so selfless and valiant!)..
...yes my friends, they are winning, against, yes, wild yard onions
I know, I know "HOW?" you might wonder, because it is such a brutal and often odiferous war, but I believe they will prevail....I saw at least 5 women out just yesterday around 4pm with their little weed plucking devices, hunting their grounds for the devious and infestuous little green devils
and with that, I must be gone. off with me.
"theres not a moment to lose in this game-
dont let the troubles in your head-
steal too much time, you'll soon be dead-
so play--but every day should be a good day to die"
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Opening Night
as i'm tentatviely re-entering the blogosphere. as i have all the time in the world to post. so, here we go.
Saturday, January 28, 2006
quip of the day
every so often, someone comes up with a really great commercial. i, for one, am a "laughingly good commercial" fan. and i have been known to watch a relatively bad channel if they air the same good commercial a few times every 30 mins. it's how i get some of my more satisfying kicks.
congratulations to the writers for the following companies. they are, frankly, hilarious.
Milky Way
KMart
Vonage
in that order. but vonage has had the lead for a while, for the record.
geico, on the other hand...FOR THE LOVE OF ALLAH! NO MORE TALKING GECKO!
Thursday, January 26, 2006
oh for blogs sake
yesterday i was washing a load of whites and somehow as i was pouring the clorox into the specialized bleach receptacle, about a tablespoon of it splashed into my right eyeball. at this point i'm not sure how much longer my right eyeball will last, as it is the eyeball that always catches anything that could remotely damage an eyeball. bugs, paint stripper, mascara,unidentifiable organic matter...etc. so, bleach. i have a history with bleach, mainly because, well, i love bleach. the idea of bleach is awesome. it BLEACHES things white, and it kills the AIDS virus. and because i'm someone who can dwell myself right into a panic attact at 4 in the morning because there was a lot of blood when i killed the mosquito on my arm last summer and a billboard that i read every day on my way home reads "Brother, you're all the same to me. HIV," i like stuff that kills deadly viruses. just the idea of it is comforting.
and to give a little history to the story, i get ringworm. i know it sounds gross, but some people have skin that is just more desirable for growing fungus than others. and i guess i'm one of them. if i so much as look at an animal or human who has a hidden or visible spot of it, bam. i got it too. i get it about once or twice a year when it's hot and muggy and the conditions are prime for growth. and ringworm is a bitch because it takes a stinking month of twice-daily care to get rid of. so, about three summers ago, during an internal tantrum over discovering yet another emerging ring beside the one that was almost gone, and having used the very last of my trusted tea tree oil at the very same moment, i became desperate, and vengeful. i decided that if bleach kills AIDS, bleach can kill ringworm. so i moistened a cotton ball with a dab of bleach and taped it over the ringworm on my leg, determined to get rid of it no matter what. naturally.
the guy i was dating at the time was a pharmacy student who was about to transfer to UGA Pharm school, so I'd say he knew a little bit about chemistry, and when he heard about what i did, i received the proverbial slap on the back of the head effect from the look he gave me. the bleach swab was removed, and i was scolded, by him right then, by my soon-to-officially-be father#2, and by my body for the next 4 months. for the next four months my hands, feet, and chest turned into a harvest of boil-like blisters. the doctor i finally went to wasn't particularly interesting in figuring it out, but said if i'd gotten bleach in my bloodstream it was possible my body was ridding itself of the poison by pushing it to the skins surface. oh well. the blisters finally went away, and no more bleach-cures for me. and i know i'm not really THAT stupid. but i really hate ringworm.
meanwhile, back at the ranch, the bleach splashed into my eyeball, and i ran frantically into my roommates bathroom, which is right next to the laundryroom, to rinse my eyeball. i ran in, turned on the first light switch i felt (because i had both eyes closed at this point, dont ask why) leaned over the sink and began dousing my eyeball with water.
just then, above the screams of pain coming from my eye, and the rush of water in the sink, and the frantic bewilderment of being momentarily blinded, i heard a terrible noise. it sounded like a bone being slowly scraped across a cheese grater. then it sounded like a prop-plane choking in mid-air and beginning it's decent back to the earth. it was a horrible metallic sound, and i squealed a classic rachel squeal, and jumped. when i jumped i put my hand on the sink to brace myself for whatever horrible thing was about to happen to me, but my hand immediatly slid because it was wet, and i flopped backwards and hit my head on the towel rack and fell in the floor with a nice big thud. so, being cornered, i assumed the "chill-out and be rational" self therapy that would be necessary for me to escape the apartment even though i was trapped in a bathroom with no windows and only one vent for the fan
the fan. the damned fan.
the fan in robs bathroom has been dying since we moved in. it used to sound like an engine warming up, and then one day it sounded different and rob commented that it had just started making that weird noise. but that day i wasn't home alone in a chilly apartment with all the lights out for energy conservation. the position i was in at the moment the fan gurgled to life yesterday was the position i imagine my cat stella feels when she just knocked over something that probably nearly killed her and then i angrily chase her around the apartment and close doors to all her getaway areas while i'm chasing her, and eventually she runs herself into a corner and rolls over and begins to shake (it's how she gets out of being reprimanded, by acting traumatized before you even scold her). that's how i think i felt crouched in the floor of robs bathroom. traumatized. by a spalsh of bleach and the ventilation fan.
today i'm going to the office to request the fan be replaced. we're out of bleach. and the spot on my shin that i've been convinced was dermatitis since summertime, has been determined by my paramedic friend to look "a lot like ringworm"
ta da
and to give a little history to the story, i get ringworm. i know it sounds gross, but some people have skin that is just more desirable for growing fungus than others. and i guess i'm one of them. if i so much as look at an animal or human who has a hidden or visible spot of it, bam. i got it too. i get it about once or twice a year when it's hot and muggy and the conditions are prime for growth. and ringworm is a bitch because it takes a stinking month of twice-daily care to get rid of. so, about three summers ago, during an internal tantrum over discovering yet another emerging ring beside the one that was almost gone, and having used the very last of my trusted tea tree oil at the very same moment, i became desperate, and vengeful. i decided that if bleach kills AIDS, bleach can kill ringworm. so i moistened a cotton ball with a dab of bleach and taped it over the ringworm on my leg, determined to get rid of it no matter what. naturally.
the guy i was dating at the time was a pharmacy student who was about to transfer to UGA Pharm school, so I'd say he knew a little bit about chemistry, and when he heard about what i did, i received the proverbial slap on the back of the head effect from the look he gave me. the bleach swab was removed, and i was scolded, by him right then, by my soon-to-officially-be father#2, and by my body for the next 4 months. for the next four months my hands, feet, and chest turned into a harvest of boil-like blisters. the doctor i finally went to wasn't particularly interesting in figuring it out, but said if i'd gotten bleach in my bloodstream it was possible my body was ridding itself of the poison by pushing it to the skins surface. oh well. the blisters finally went away, and no more bleach-cures for me. and i know i'm not really THAT stupid. but i really hate ringworm.
meanwhile, back at the ranch, the bleach splashed into my eyeball, and i ran frantically into my roommates bathroom, which is right next to the laundryroom, to rinse my eyeball. i ran in, turned on the first light switch i felt (because i had both eyes closed at this point, dont ask why) leaned over the sink and began dousing my eyeball with water.
just then, above the screams of pain coming from my eye, and the rush of water in the sink, and the frantic bewilderment of being momentarily blinded, i heard a terrible noise. it sounded like a bone being slowly scraped across a cheese grater. then it sounded like a prop-plane choking in mid-air and beginning it's decent back to the earth. it was a horrible metallic sound, and i squealed a classic rachel squeal, and jumped. when i jumped i put my hand on the sink to brace myself for whatever horrible thing was about to happen to me, but my hand immediatly slid because it was wet, and i flopped backwards and hit my head on the towel rack and fell in the floor with a nice big thud. so, being cornered, i assumed the "chill-out and be rational" self therapy that would be necessary for me to escape the apartment even though i was trapped in a bathroom with no windows and only one vent for the fan
the fan. the damned fan.
the fan in robs bathroom has been dying since we moved in. it used to sound like an engine warming up, and then one day it sounded different and rob commented that it had just started making that weird noise. but that day i wasn't home alone in a chilly apartment with all the lights out for energy conservation. the position i was in at the moment the fan gurgled to life yesterday was the position i imagine my cat stella feels when she just knocked over something that probably nearly killed her and then i angrily chase her around the apartment and close doors to all her getaway areas while i'm chasing her, and eventually she runs herself into a corner and rolls over and begins to shake (it's how she gets out of being reprimanded, by acting traumatized before you even scold her). that's how i think i felt crouched in the floor of robs bathroom. traumatized. by a spalsh of bleach and the ventilation fan.
today i'm going to the office to request the fan be replaced. we're out of bleach. and the spot on my shin that i've been convinced was dermatitis since summertime, has been determined by my paramedic friend to look "a lot like ringworm"
ta da
Thursday, January 19, 2006
look at the world with a smilin eye and laugh at the devil
So tonight is the Alison Krauss concert. The Robster and I will be travelin to C-town in the next thirty minutes to see Ma and Pa and have some bluegrass fun.
The last however many days it's been since I posted have been your regular howevertheygo days, so I can't say theres a lot to talk about. I've finished reading a few books...mom gave me The Bean Trees for Christmas. A Barbara Kingsolver I had yet to have read when she gifted me with it. I was standoffish b/c I'd heard it wasn't that great, but have to say I enjoyed it...if for no other reason than finding out the origins of some of the characters I've read about in her other books. I have yet to acquire new copies of Poisonwood and Prodigal Summer. I used to loan books to people, and a few of those people just never gave them back. I guess I assume that if they want them enough to have ignored my queries (rare as they were), maybe they just liked the book that much. And that's okay with me. I'd like to have new hardbacks anyway.
Sunny day here. It was so cold this morning everyone was bundled in about 7 layers and scraping ice off their windsheilds while their cars struggled to life...the day will bring temps in the comfy upper 60's...and even better is it's always warmer in Columbus. Whenever I'm visiting down there I always tend to say something along the lines of "I do love springtime in Columbus, that's what I always miss living in Atlanta"...and it'll set Mom and Wayne off into a tangential tizzy about my getting a job there and moving back. That doubtful, but I am sortof stuck in the Ga area for a while, seeing how mom isn't likely to live anywhere else after they get married and build...and while I do want to live elsewhere, I'm inclined to stay within driving distance from my Ma. I guess that's a southern family thing...hard to part.
I've been watching a western Welcome To Hardtimes, so I'm in western mode. Its not obvious is iT?
K...gotta scramble. Supposed to leave in 20.
cheerio
The last however many days it's been since I posted have been your regular howevertheygo days, so I can't say theres a lot to talk about. I've finished reading a few books...mom gave me The Bean Trees for Christmas. A Barbara Kingsolver I had yet to have read when she gifted me with it. I was standoffish b/c I'd heard it wasn't that great, but have to say I enjoyed it...if for no other reason than finding out the origins of some of the characters I've read about in her other books. I have yet to acquire new copies of Poisonwood and Prodigal Summer. I used to loan books to people, and a few of those people just never gave them back. I guess I assume that if they want them enough to have ignored my queries (rare as they were), maybe they just liked the book that much. And that's okay with me. I'd like to have new hardbacks anyway.
Sunny day here. It was so cold this morning everyone was bundled in about 7 layers and scraping ice off their windsheilds while their cars struggled to life...the day will bring temps in the comfy upper 60's...and even better is it's always warmer in Columbus. Whenever I'm visiting down there I always tend to say something along the lines of "I do love springtime in Columbus, that's what I always miss living in Atlanta"...and it'll set Mom and Wayne off into a tangential tizzy about my getting a job there and moving back. That doubtful, but I am sortof stuck in the Ga area for a while, seeing how mom isn't likely to live anywhere else after they get married and build...and while I do want to live elsewhere, I'm inclined to stay within driving distance from my Ma. I guess that's a southern family thing...hard to part.
I've been watching a western Welcome To Hardtimes, so I'm in western mode. Its not obvious is iT?
K...gotta scramble. Supposed to leave in 20.
cheerio
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Spiderman Boots
It's these little things, they can pull you under.
Live your life filled with joy and wonder.
I always knew this altogether thunder
was lost in our little lives.
-rem,sweetness follows
Live your life filled with joy and wonder.
I always knew this altogether thunder
was lost in our little lives.
-rem,sweetness follows
Monday, January 09, 2006
Sunday, January 01, 2006
here here, new year
I left the apartment around 12:30pm yesterday and hopped on 285 to begin making my way to Columbus....about 30mins down the road I remembered I'd forgotten to drop the rent off at the office before I left. It wasn't a big deal, I'm going back today, which is the due date, so I could do it then (and I realized that as I was dropping it in the slot) but I turned around and went back. My neighbor flagged me down to inquire if we had mice, and I disclosed that we had secret mice police protecting our apt and would send them over any time she needed. Still, unsettling to know there are critters in the complex, tho not surprising.
Okay so the party was a hit, as it always is...and everyone had a great time :) I took myself to bed around 2am with a belly full of cranberry and vodka and champagne and a throat sore from laughing and talking with all the people who were here. Mom passed out gifts that denoted who was having the next party. I got Valentine cards, so we're having the V-day party, and everyone seemed really excited about coming to Atlanta and hosting their own gatherings respectively, and I'm looking forward to that :) so here I sit, slowly rehydrating, blogging, etcetera. Ready to go home.
Hopefully the next few days will involve a good mtb ride, and a little moolah from boss Vanman. Hopefully everyone had a great New Years Eve, Happy 2006 :)
Okay so the party was a hit, as it always is...and everyone had a great time :) I took myself to bed around 2am with a belly full of cranberry and vodka and champagne and a throat sore from laughing and talking with all the people who were here. Mom passed out gifts that denoted who was having the next party. I got Valentine cards, so we're having the V-day party, and everyone seemed really excited about coming to Atlanta and hosting their own gatherings respectively, and I'm looking forward to that :) so here I sit, slowly rehydrating, blogging, etcetera. Ready to go home.
Hopefully the next few days will involve a good mtb ride, and a little moolah from boss Vanman. Hopefully everyone had a great New Years Eve, Happy 2006 :)
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Live, 1981
I'm piddling the day away. It has been very nice and warm in Atl today. Good day to be outside.
And two things came in the mail. Well, one in email form, but the other actual mail. The email was from GSU, announcing that (gasp!) I made the Dean's list. Being that I graduated in May, this is a good bit slower than a few years ago when they let me know (by mail) that I was accepted to the program three months after I was already taking classes. The other news is that I applied to take state certification exams for Social Work and Substance Abuse Counselor jobs, and received a notice that my education satisfies the counseling requirements, so all this time I've avoided applying to those positions b/c I'm not "certified"...blagh. BUT, that's good news. And means I'm on a LIST of a million other ppl who are qualified, and may be recruited to work for the GOV. ALLLLLrighty then.
hmmm...I just realized I haven't had coffee yet.
(panic)
And two things came in the mail. Well, one in email form, but the other actual mail. The email was from GSU, announcing that (gasp!) I made the Dean's list. Being that I graduated in May, this is a good bit slower than a few years ago when they let me know (by mail) that I was accepted to the program three months after I was already taking classes. The other news is that I applied to take state certification exams for Social Work and Substance Abuse Counselor jobs, and received a notice that my education satisfies the counseling requirements, so all this time I've avoided applying to those positions b/c I'm not "certified"...blagh. BUT, that's good news. And means I'm on a LIST of a million other ppl who are qualified, and may be recruited to work for the GOV. ALLLLLrighty then.
hmmm...I just realized I haven't had coffee yet.
(panic)
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
"I have been called a Luddite"
I decided that when I finished the second page of subject data I would take a break and blog for petes sake.
To begin with, I wanted to make special note that this blogger is happy :) because I get to talk about a good book. weee! So, Kurt Vonnegut published yet another O-worthy piece, A Man WIthout A Country. Geez I luv him...a million other people do too I suppose. I saw it whilst shopping for other ppls presents in Borders bookstore, and it was like I momentarily became possessed by the book demons and had to have it, all 24 dollars worth..."well, it's a hardback" is how I justified it with my budget. And I like hardbacks, so what's the fuss. It's like that $1000 pair of diamond earrings that you'll "keep forever"...hahah. But anyway, my Platinum Visa can handle it. hah. So I bought it and read the whole thing in about 3hrs.
The winter season is here tomorrow! Officially, at least. But as far as I'm concerned its cold enough to be winter. I'm all hunkered into the SNL lab processing hours of mindnumbing data into their appropriate programs and not in the least excited about leaving b/c I dread the walk to Marta, and I dread the walk to my car, and I dread sitting in my car for the 2.7 minutes it takes to warm up. I also am royally procrastinating on getting my cell phone fixed. Sue me, but it's kindof nice to not have it, but I do need it from time to time....I feel like that person who sortof wants to quit smoking, so they stop buying cigarettes, and just occasionally bums a smoke off of someone else whenever they want one bad enough to actually be an inconvienience to your random joe.
Tonight will be my last night in town with company :( Rob left today, so I'll be holding down the fort until I begrudgingly drive home for the holidays on Friday with the rest of panic-stricken consumerist America. blagh.
Wah Wah! (that "Deb" is for you LAPO...I know you feel my pain..haha)
Now, back to the processors!
With love and good wishes to everyone, this is Rach signing off...for now
Tootle-oo!
To begin with, I wanted to make special note that this blogger is happy :) because I get to talk about a good book. weee! So, Kurt Vonnegut published yet another O-worthy piece, A Man WIthout A Country. Geez I luv him...a million other people do too I suppose. I saw it whilst shopping for other ppls presents in Borders bookstore, and it was like I momentarily became possessed by the book demons and had to have it, all 24 dollars worth..."well, it's a hardback" is how I justified it with my budget. And I like hardbacks, so what's the fuss. It's like that $1000 pair of diamond earrings that you'll "keep forever"...hahah. But anyway, my Platinum Visa can handle it. hah. So I bought it and read the whole thing in about 3hrs.
The winter season is here tomorrow! Officially, at least. But as far as I'm concerned its cold enough to be winter. I'm all hunkered into the SNL lab processing hours of mindnumbing data into their appropriate programs and not in the least excited about leaving b/c I dread the walk to Marta, and I dread the walk to my car, and I dread sitting in my car for the 2.7 minutes it takes to warm up. I also am royally procrastinating on getting my cell phone fixed. Sue me, but it's kindof nice to not have it, but I do need it from time to time....I feel like that person who sortof wants to quit smoking, so they stop buying cigarettes, and just occasionally bums a smoke off of someone else whenever they want one bad enough to actually be an inconvienience to your random joe.
Tonight will be my last night in town with company :( Rob left today, so I'll be holding down the fort until I begrudgingly drive home for the holidays on Friday with the rest of panic-stricken consumerist America. blagh.
Wah Wah! (that "Deb" is for you LAPO...I know you feel my pain..haha)
Now, back to the processors!
With love and good wishes to everyone, this is Rach signing off...for now
Tootle-oo!
Monday, December 19, 2005
MONDA(NE)Y
WAIT! I'm really going to post something good. But, right now I'm the blogging equivalent of a woman in a straitjacket.
Today, 5pm
Be there or...well...don't...I'll probably be late anyway (for those who know me)
hah
Today, 5pm
Be there or...well...don't...I'll probably be late anyway (for those who know me)
hah
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
zygo mean corr RMS psychobabble
as I sit, being productive in the social neuroscience lab (that sounds so... smart..haha)...but being productive in here is just well. number crunching. but, number crunching with some pretty neat-o programs ya
today I FINALLY got a hook-up with Emory. I'd be one happy camper to work there. maybe even a happy camper with health insurance. health insurance and free/reduced services from one of the most prestigous universities/hospitals in the nation. now that's cool. but, no definits yet. I've been cursing Emory for a while now, and vanman says 'oh yea send this person an email with your resume'...and i go and check her out, and she's none other than...hmmm...his ex-wife. now i'm not sure if thats a good thing, or a really really bad thing. err.
pray for me folks, that if i at least get an interview i dont go in and say something stupid. wait. if you pray for a job, is that the devil? i mean, a job is for money, and money is the root of all evil. so, should we necessarily be praying for the root of all evil to fall into my hands.
ummm....what the heck. go for it. and i'll save all of you a spot ;) haha
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today I FINALLY got a hook-up with Emory. I'd be one happy camper to work there. maybe even a happy camper with health insurance. health insurance and free/reduced services from one of the most prestigous universities/hospitals in the nation. now that's cool. but, no definits yet. I've been cursing Emory for a while now, and vanman says 'oh yea send this person an email with your resume'...and i go and check her out, and she's none other than...hmmm...his ex-wife. now i'm not sure if thats a good thing, or a really really bad thing. err.
pray for me folks, that if i at least get an interview i dont go in and say something stupid. wait. if you pray for a job, is that the devil? i mean, a job is for money, and money is the root of all evil. so, should we necessarily be praying for the root of all evil to fall into my hands.
ummm....what the heck. go for it. and i'll save all of you a spot ;) haha
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Thursday, December 08, 2005
kempt, or unkempt
oh my. cbs at 1:30am is really...really...not...good.
and why exactly IS the standard 'snooze' always set for 9minutes? why 9? why not make it an even 10? i mean, it's totally ungratifying to hit the snooze and know that you only have 9 miutes...so instead of snoozing until 6 50, you only get to snooze until 649. errgh.
(ok really dont tell me why. i think i know. and even if i'm wrong, leave me with what little ego i've managed to scrape up off the highway to hell. thanks.)
did anyone know they still sold chia pets? i thought that went out with the 90s, but it turns out i was wrong! they now have scooby do
any minute now my kroger brand nighttime pain relief pills will kick in so i can go to bed so i can tear myself away from the most ridiculous shows on television. why am i even still watching? i think its because i wish we had IFC, and i keep flipping through the channels like its magically going to appear. its like going to the refridgerator to 'look' 2mins after you just opened it and couldn't find anything to eat....did anyone know that Oxygen goes soft porn after 1??
enough. i'm not that desperate. to bed i go.
ha
and why exactly IS the standard 'snooze' always set for 9minutes? why 9? why not make it an even 10? i mean, it's totally ungratifying to hit the snooze and know that you only have 9 miutes...so instead of snoozing until 6 50, you only get to snooze until 649. errgh.
(ok really dont tell me why. i think i know. and even if i'm wrong, leave me with what little ego i've managed to scrape up off the highway to hell. thanks.)
did anyone know they still sold chia pets? i thought that went out with the 90s, but it turns out i was wrong! they now have scooby do
any minute now my kroger brand nighttime pain relief pills will kick in so i can go to bed so i can tear myself away from the most ridiculous shows on television. why am i even still watching? i think its because i wish we had IFC, and i keep flipping through the channels like its magically going to appear. its like going to the refridgerator to 'look' 2mins after you just opened it and couldn't find anything to eat....did anyone know that Oxygen goes soft porn after 1??
enough. i'm not that desperate. to bed i go.
ha
Saturday, December 03, 2005
the undeniable joe
well, I saw IT too. in response to LAPOs recent commentary. Walk The Line is great flick...and contrary to appearances (as I dab the saliva away from the corners of my mouth) not just because of Joe-quinn. Also known as Wahkeen. haha. ok ok. Joaquin...I think that's how its spelled...but the movie is great. Sadly a short depition of Johnnys rather colorful life, making it pale somewhat to more extensive (tho also lacking) bio films like "Ray"...but, very good. And many props to Joaquin and Reese for doing all the vocals. That is damned impressive.
in tribute, a pic of a poster that once graced the walls of Kevin B. when he was also still earthbound...maybe he finally got the chance to meet The Man In Black.
in tribute, a pic of a poster that once graced the walls of Kevin B. when he was also still earthbound...maybe he finally got the chance to meet The Man In Black.
Thursday, December 01, 2005
I'll settle for a cup of coffee....
Last night Robin and I were discussing "Post Secrets"...the site where people have sent postcards to this guy with their deepest secrets on them. In a way, I'm impressed, I wish it was around years and years ago, I would have exploded his mail box. So we were talking about some of the things people have sent in, and I commented that some of it is so dark, that I can somewhat relate, but only if I journey back in time to when I was a very young and rather darkened teenager. Whew. What we were talking about is how some of it actually is a little offending (because it's not what we WANT to be made aware of) but very moving just the same. That was about it, and by then I was on my 3rd Stella Artois, and we all know about the third beer. no matter what kind you're drinking.
so. for the last three weeks I've been in or around Woodruff. traumatizing I might add. My grandmother is confined to Woodruff Manor for rehabilitation, so I had to go because no one else would or could go. I'd like to think that in a pinch I can be an okay granddaughter...and I officially won the martyr award for this one (haha) Spending THREE weeks in Woodruff for my grandmother, actually having to ENTER the town on a daily basis, and get out of my car, and walk into a building, in Woodruff. That is intense. Anyway, most of my time was spent at our house, unpacking boxes moved from my moms house in Columbus, and cleaning up...or trying to. That house is large and in charge when it comes to spider webs and dust. Lauren graciously helped me for an entire day AND housed me on several occasions in her magazine worthy residence. Talk about a friend! She is a huge help!
Now that I'm back, there is a relief effort going on to rid me of this home-boundness. The esteemed Dr.Vanman at GSU kindly reserved a part time 2month job for me...it sounds like I'm taking over all the work that the grad students normally do. Which is an honor to have him call me about the job. So my Chrismas is out, but I HAVE SOMETHING TO DO!!! (insert Hallelujah Chorus here)
well, I hope everyone is having a great day. It's super cool here...coat and hat and scarf and mittens
so. for the last three weeks I've been in or around Woodruff. traumatizing I might add. My grandmother is confined to Woodruff Manor for rehabilitation, so I had to go because no one else would or could go. I'd like to think that in a pinch I can be an okay granddaughter...and I officially won the martyr award for this one (haha) Spending THREE weeks in Woodruff for my grandmother, actually having to ENTER the town on a daily basis, and get out of my car, and walk into a building, in Woodruff. That is intense. Anyway, most of my time was spent at our house, unpacking boxes moved from my moms house in Columbus, and cleaning up...or trying to. That house is large and in charge when it comes to spider webs and dust. Lauren graciously helped me for an entire day AND housed me on several occasions in her magazine worthy residence. Talk about a friend! She is a huge help!
Now that I'm back, there is a relief effort going on to rid me of this home-boundness. The esteemed Dr.Vanman at GSU kindly reserved a part time 2month job for me...it sounds like I'm taking over all the work that the grad students normally do. Which is an honor to have him call me about the job. So my Chrismas is out, but I HAVE SOMETHING TO DO!!! (insert Hallelujah Chorus here)
well, I hope everyone is having a great day. It's super cool here...coat and hat and scarf and mittens
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
what a sad parade
I can't say that I love Jesus
That would be a hollow claim
He did make some observations
And I'm quoting them today
"Judge not lest ye be judged"
What a beautiful refrain
The studio audience disagrees
Have his lambs all gone astray?
Call me a leper
"You are lost and disillusioned!"
What an awful thing to say
I know this show doesn't flatter
It means nothing to me
I thought I might help them understand
But what an ugly thing to see
"I am not an animal"
subtitled under the screen
Call me a leper
When I tried to tell my story
They cut me off to take a break
I sat silent 5 commercials
I had nothing left to say
The talk show host was index-carded
All organized and blank
The other guests were scared and hardened
What a sad parade
____________________
when i was a high school senior, after my days of running track took one of the many pitiful places of my past, i discovered i was better at distance running--not award winning, but definitly better than i was at sprinting...i mean, who was i kidding, i am about as 'white' as they come....i do remember elisha martin kicked some ass though...she was awesome--anyway, New Adventures In Hi-Fi was the album that I would jog with...New Test Leper was the song that, after How the West Was Won set the pace, did some good maintenance for the remaining few miles. this is an awesome album. my favorite REM.
.your eyes are burning holes through me.
That would be a hollow claim
He did make some observations
And I'm quoting them today
"Judge not lest ye be judged"
What a beautiful refrain
The studio audience disagrees
Have his lambs all gone astray?
Call me a leper
"You are lost and disillusioned!"
What an awful thing to say
I know this show doesn't flatter
It means nothing to me
I thought I might help them understand
But what an ugly thing to see
"I am not an animal"
subtitled under the screen
Call me a leper
When I tried to tell my story
They cut me off to take a break
I sat silent 5 commercials
I had nothing left to say
The talk show host was index-carded
All organized and blank
The other guests were scared and hardened
What a sad parade
____________________
when i was a high school senior, after my days of running track took one of the many pitiful places of my past, i discovered i was better at distance running--not award winning, but definitly better than i was at sprinting...i mean, who was i kidding, i am about as 'white' as they come....i do remember elisha martin kicked some ass though...she was awesome--anyway, New Adventures In Hi-Fi was the album that I would jog with...New Test Leper was the song that, after How the West Was Won set the pace, did some good maintenance for the remaining few miles. this is an awesome album. my favorite REM.
.your eyes are burning holes through me.
word to the weiz
carrot juice and herbal tea, for some reason, don't mix very well. just so you know.
Monday, November 28, 2005
we hear he is a whiz of a wiz if ever a wiz there was
so, back to the daily grind. the big city. the lights, the sirens, and of course, the people.
i sortof took a nice week long escape from the realities of atlanta living and vegged in the carolina wilderness that surrounds our upstate hacienda. mom, wayne, stefan and i were all there sharing the old house, and it was a good thing :) it was also great to see the family. everyone was in a good mood, or at least was doing a great job holding their tounge. some of our members are proudly up in their years, and i'm glad to have that gene run in the family! but elder age sometimes leads to being a bit more persnickity...so, i was happy that we were all able to have a nice time.
i've decided that after a week of complete and total meltdown of any previously established healthy eating routines i might have somewhat maintained throughout the year, that starting tomorrow (tues. b/c mondays are just horrible days to START anything on. i mean, you'd THINK they'd be great, they're convieniently at the START of a new week, but does anyone ever notice just how many people are late to work on monday? it seems a phenomenon...and no way to start anything important) so, tuesdays are my day for starting things. and tomorrow i'm beginning a 24hr "detox"...but wait, before you think i mean i'm going for a colon cleanse, i just mean more juice and water, and more whole food as opposed to thanksgiving turkey, dressing, and grrrrravvvy! woo....today i prepared by buying organic carrot juice (on sale at kroger), apple juice, orange juice, apples and a pomegranet
and organic chocolate...i'm saving it a reward. HAH.
i believe thats all folks! guuud nite!
i sortof took a nice week long escape from the realities of atlanta living and vegged in the carolina wilderness that surrounds our upstate hacienda. mom, wayne, stefan and i were all there sharing the old house, and it was a good thing :) it was also great to see the family. everyone was in a good mood, or at least was doing a great job holding their tounge. some of our members are proudly up in their years, and i'm glad to have that gene run in the family! but elder age sometimes leads to being a bit more persnickity...so, i was happy that we were all able to have a nice time.
i've decided that after a week of complete and total meltdown of any previously established healthy eating routines i might have somewhat maintained throughout the year, that starting tomorrow (tues. b/c mondays are just horrible days to START anything on. i mean, you'd THINK they'd be great, they're convieniently at the START of a new week, but does anyone ever notice just how many people are late to work on monday? it seems a phenomenon...and no way to start anything important) so, tuesdays are my day for starting things. and tomorrow i'm beginning a 24hr "detox"...but wait, before you think i mean i'm going for a colon cleanse, i just mean more juice and water, and more whole food as opposed to thanksgiving turkey, dressing, and grrrrravvvy! woo....today i prepared by buying organic carrot juice (on sale at kroger), apple juice, orange juice, apples and a pomegranet
and organic chocolate...i'm saving it a reward. HAH.
i believe thats all folks! guuud nite!
Friday, November 18, 2005
so you think your family is dysfunctional eh?
My mother and aunt recently traveled to ElPaso, TX to visit their youngest sister Jackie a few weeks ago. As she always does, and as both of my parents have always done, she brought back presents. I'm not sure what she brought Stefan, but I was given the Catholic Rosary I've remarked a wish for at some point, and a switch plate for my bedroom light switch that was hand painted and decorated by a native of New Mexico...cool stuff, you know. Then she said my aunt Sheila had also sent me something, so I opened it to find a funky picture frame...black, with with polkadots and a little goofy lady standing at one side with a hat on, adorned with bright pink feathers. As weird as it sounds, it's actuallly kindof cute. The woman, whose legs make up the left support for the frame, is holding a sign that says "My Dysfunctional Family"...so of course I was required to grace it with a picture of non other than...well, my dysfunctional family.
And so I began perusing my stacks of photos. And all I can say for this is, a picture is worth a thousand words.
sortof scratchy from the scan, and should have been on this blog a month ago. yet, still stunningly hilarious. notice me in an elbow-lean on my dads head. his odd expression, and me, understandably confused at just who was standing beside me...
(back row from left: Uncle Buzz, Uncle Ricky, Nana and Papa; Second Row from left: Mom, Grandma Barnes, Suzanne Marie, Aunt Sheila; Third Row: Aunt Jackie, me (a really scary ballerina, wearing the tutu I put on everyday after school to dance to Mr.Rogers Neighborhood), Logan, Stefan(he always got to be the witch), and our dad in front...apparently as an albino tribesman, hence the faux tiger skin, and the hippie headband, appropriately stuffed with...rabbit fur?)
And so I began perusing my stacks of photos. And all I can say for this is, a picture is worth a thousand words.
sortof scratchy from the scan, and should have been on this blog a month ago. yet, still stunningly hilarious. notice me in an elbow-lean on my dads head. his odd expression, and me, understandably confused at just who was standing beside me...
(back row from left: Uncle Buzz, Uncle Ricky, Nana and Papa; Second Row from left: Mom, Grandma Barnes, Suzanne Marie, Aunt Sheila; Third Row: Aunt Jackie, me (a really scary ballerina, wearing the tutu I put on everyday after school to dance to Mr.Rogers Neighborhood), Logan, Stefan(he always got to be the witch), and our dad in front...apparently as an albino tribesman, hence the faux tiger skin, and the hippie headband, appropriately stuffed with...rabbit fur?)
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
the perpetual learning of awareness
The weather reminds me that fall really is here, and the parking lots remind me of my first semester in college at USCS when the oak leaves would blow down and whisk around in the wind. So I've been in Atlanta, officially, for 2 years now. That seems like a long time for me, considering in the last 5 years the longest I've stayed in one city was about 2 years...and that was when I was living with my mama. Which, I might add, would be great right now. Aside from loving my mothers company, I enjoyed a rent-free, utility bill-free, and free grocery life. Why DID I move? oh yea. to get out of yet another small town atmosphere, to stretch my arms in a big city, to be on my own, and try my hand at starting my life. but so far I still depend on my mother....one day I'll be that self sufficient woman I aspire to be. Either that or I'll win the lotto. Get me the winning ticket Lauren!
now, I'm packing to return to South Carolina. This morning there was a segment on the morning show that touched on Elder Abuse, and it happens everywhere. And my grandmother is in a place where she doesn't need to be. It's difficult for me to feel responsible and helpless at the same time.
But if she ever wondering if I loved her, she has to know now that I do, because I have to enter the firey hell of Woodruff to visit her.
Ye though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. For thou art with me.....I hope.
now, I'm packing to return to South Carolina. This morning there was a segment on the morning show that touched on Elder Abuse, and it happens everywhere. And my grandmother is in a place where she doesn't need to be. It's difficult for me to feel responsible and helpless at the same time.
But if she ever wondering if I loved her, she has to know now that I do, because I have to enter the firey hell of Woodruff to visit her.
Ye though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. For thou art with me.....I hope.
Monday, November 07, 2005
An obligatory blog.
ok. I get the feeling I should post something to prove I'm alive. I guess.
I have a lot of things I could rant and gripe about. Because today is not a good day. But I'm going to spare you all, even though I find online bitching to be highly therapeutic. And so you know that I'm working extra hard to be HAPPY. woo!
the dearest LAPO came to visit this weekend, which was grrrreat. Friday night Lauren, Rob, and I went to Ruby Tuesdays for margaritas and food, then returned to the hacienda for a game of "Scene It"(which I might add, I suck at) then Saturday Laur and I trekked to Stone Mountain. Saturday night Lauren and I cooked at home, and watched Wimbelton (which, I might add, sucks...eek! ok ok, for a good 30 minutes its OK), then we spent 30 strait minutes trying to get a good picture of both of us (think, two women who are equally over-analytical of their (some would say imaginary) photogenic inadequacies) and Sunday Laur departed early after a cup of joe and some morning laughs. And I'm going to SC wednesday to have a complimentary Christmas gift visit to her wonderful hair stylist, and I cannot WAIT... I might leave today!)
For the last two days my turtle Jimmy has made every effort to escape his tank. He's gotten to be pretty successful as he is right now scampering along the hallway floor, and knocking his shell against Robs closed bathroom door. He makes trips around the apt perimeter, and usually focuses on some closed door that he's sure, with enough shell ramming, will open, and reveal a magical portal to turtle-eden. And if Kris ever reads this blog, tell Will I'll pay him to build me a big tank.
And my roommate is sick. or at least he was yesterday. so I hope he's feeling better today. And I hope I dont get sick too. I've already had a bug twice this year, so I'm trying to make it to 2006 without another plague. Thank goodness I'm not in school for the flu season. I keep thinking I'll begin to miss it, but all I get are more reasons why I dont. And I will go back (actually if I dont, I'm screwed) so at some point I'll have to face reading dry and aimless scientific material, taking exams, writing essays in that horrible format called APA, and enduring the onset of school-related illnesses....people wiping their snot all over keyboards, sneezing unabashedly into the air without kleenex, and couging without covering their mouths. OR covering their mouths with their hands, then opening doors, using keyboards, and running the risk of touching people like me, who think it's all rather disgusting to have to do all that for a piece of paper that QUALIFIES me to have the ACCREDATIONS for a so-called "Better" job. damn this system is screwed up. All I want to do is learn more and help people.
A nice house and a new car would be good too.
MWAHAHAH.
peace-out
I have a lot of things I could rant and gripe about. Because today is not a good day. But I'm going to spare you all, even though I find online bitching to be highly therapeutic. And so you know that I'm working extra hard to be HAPPY. woo!
the dearest LAPO came to visit this weekend, which was grrrreat. Friday night Lauren, Rob, and I went to Ruby Tuesdays for margaritas and food, then returned to the hacienda for a game of "Scene It"(which I might add, I suck at) then Saturday Laur and I trekked to Stone Mountain. Saturday night Lauren and I cooked at home, and watched Wimbelton (which, I might add, sucks...eek! ok ok, for a good 30 minutes its OK), then we spent 30 strait minutes trying to get a good picture of both of us (think, two women who are equally over-analytical of their (some would say imaginary) photogenic inadequacies) and Sunday Laur departed early after a cup of joe and some morning laughs. And I'm going to SC wednesday to have a complimentary Christmas gift visit to her wonderful hair stylist, and I cannot WAIT... I might leave today!)
For the last two days my turtle Jimmy has made every effort to escape his tank. He's gotten to be pretty successful as he is right now scampering along the hallway floor, and knocking his shell against Robs closed bathroom door. He makes trips around the apt perimeter, and usually focuses on some closed door that he's sure, with enough shell ramming, will open, and reveal a magical portal to turtle-eden. And if Kris ever reads this blog, tell Will I'll pay him to build me a big tank.
And my roommate is sick. or at least he was yesterday. so I hope he's feeling better today. And I hope I dont get sick too. I've already had a bug twice this year, so I'm trying to make it to 2006 without another plague. Thank goodness I'm not in school for the flu season. I keep thinking I'll begin to miss it, but all I get are more reasons why I dont. And I will go back (actually if I dont, I'm screwed) so at some point I'll have to face reading dry and aimless scientific material, taking exams, writing essays in that horrible format called APA, and enduring the onset of school-related illnesses....people wiping their snot all over keyboards, sneezing unabashedly into the air without kleenex, and couging without covering their mouths. OR covering their mouths with their hands, then opening doors, using keyboards, and running the risk of touching people like me, who think it's all rather disgusting to have to do all that for a piece of paper that QUALIFIES me to have the ACCREDATIONS for a so-called "Better" job. damn this system is screwed up. All I want to do is learn more and help people.
A nice house and a new car would be good too.
MWAHAHAH.
peace-out
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Friday, October 07, 2005
The Story Of A Friday
This morning I dragged myself from a restless bed and made toast for breakfast. Everything going like a normal, well, normal for me, morning...was watching some morning show on tv and the cats were running around wrestling and fighting and they rolled down the hall into my room, growling hissing etc.
A few minutes later my phone rings. I was waiting for a call, so I figured that was it. But even before it rang I kept hearing this weird meow coming from my room, so I got up to go get the phone, and walked into my room to find Curtis wrestling with a black electrical cord that was plugged up charging the battery for my bike lamp. StellaLuna was pawing at the cord too. THEN I realized he was actually tangled in it. So I'm immediatly on the floor, trying to figure out how bad it is, and he's gasping for breath and crying. Stella is sitting beside him licking his ears and face, looking at me like "DO something!"
Ok. The cord is wrapped tight around his throat, double knotted, and was somehow twisted up all the way to the wall. I had to start at the wall, unplugging the charger, and beginning a really slow process of unwinding it so I could allow some slack at his neck. After about 20 seconds, which seemed like minutes, I looked up at the table to see if I could spot my scissors. I had just seen them earlier and thought there was no time to unwind the whole cord, and I needed to cut it. He was literally in a little heap at this point, gasping and making these feeble little wimpering sounds. And I was frantically trying to get the cord undone as fast as I could.
Finally I unwound it to the table leg, but then he had wrapped it around the table leg about 15 times and there was no way I could unwind it with any ease, so I started pulling on the knot at his neck, trying to get it lose enough for him to breath. It seemed impossible, I glanced back for the scissors but couldn't see them, so I just started where I could, losening the cord around the leg of the table enough to unthread the charger/plug part, praying to some God some where to help me and give him enough time for me to get the cord off him. The charger plug was bulky and needed a lot of slack to unthread throught he loops around the table leg. I got most of it done, and started working slack in the cord by his throat. He was just crouched, not making any noise, not moving, kindof slouched to the left, and I just kept picking him up so he would be closer to the leg and reduce the pull on his throat. I could barely hear little gasps he was taking.
My hands were shaking and I was about to scream, I could not get it undone. There was still a thick knot in the cord that was around his neck, and I was doing everything I could to losen it enough to pull his head through the loop. Finally, thank God, it worked, I had it loose enough to make the loop bigger and eventually got it over his head. I just picked him up and started crying so hard I couldn't breath myself. I thought I was about to collapse, the adrenaline was surging so fast in my blood that I felt like my body was trying to decide whether it would explode, or completely shut down. I felt completely helpless and scared and in shock, I was shaking so hard I couldn't even get up.
I kept thinking "this is NOT a good way to start the day"...then I realized that was the wrong process. The real deal is that I could have ignored the meows, thinking they were play fighting, or I could have been gone, not even home, and Curtis would have strangled himself. But I was here, and he's ok. I've never been so thankful.
A few minutes later my phone rings. I was waiting for a call, so I figured that was it. But even before it rang I kept hearing this weird meow coming from my room, so I got up to go get the phone, and walked into my room to find Curtis wrestling with a black electrical cord that was plugged up charging the battery for my bike lamp. StellaLuna was pawing at the cord too. THEN I realized he was actually tangled in it. So I'm immediatly on the floor, trying to figure out how bad it is, and he's gasping for breath and crying. Stella is sitting beside him licking his ears and face, looking at me like "DO something!"
Ok. The cord is wrapped tight around his throat, double knotted, and was somehow twisted up all the way to the wall. I had to start at the wall, unplugging the charger, and beginning a really slow process of unwinding it so I could allow some slack at his neck. After about 20 seconds, which seemed like minutes, I looked up at the table to see if I could spot my scissors. I had just seen them earlier and thought there was no time to unwind the whole cord, and I needed to cut it. He was literally in a little heap at this point, gasping and making these feeble little wimpering sounds. And I was frantically trying to get the cord undone as fast as I could.
Finally I unwound it to the table leg, but then he had wrapped it around the table leg about 15 times and there was no way I could unwind it with any ease, so I started pulling on the knot at his neck, trying to get it lose enough for him to breath. It seemed impossible, I glanced back for the scissors but couldn't see them, so I just started where I could, losening the cord around the leg of the table enough to unthread the charger/plug part, praying to some God some where to help me and give him enough time for me to get the cord off him. The charger plug was bulky and needed a lot of slack to unthread throught he loops around the table leg. I got most of it done, and started working slack in the cord by his throat. He was just crouched, not making any noise, not moving, kindof slouched to the left, and I just kept picking him up so he would be closer to the leg and reduce the pull on his throat. I could barely hear little gasps he was taking.
My hands were shaking and I was about to scream, I could not get it undone. There was still a thick knot in the cord that was around his neck, and I was doing everything I could to losen it enough to pull his head through the loop. Finally, thank God, it worked, I had it loose enough to make the loop bigger and eventually got it over his head. I just picked him up and started crying so hard I couldn't breath myself. I thought I was about to collapse, the adrenaline was surging so fast in my blood that I felt like my body was trying to decide whether it would explode, or completely shut down. I felt completely helpless and scared and in shock, I was shaking so hard I couldn't even get up.
I kept thinking "this is NOT a good way to start the day"...then I realized that was the wrong process. The real deal is that I could have ignored the meows, thinking they were play fighting, or I could have been gone, not even home, and Curtis would have strangled himself. But I was here, and he's ok. I've never been so thankful.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
dispose all
or thats what you'd think it meant. but no. the disposal does not actually dispose ALL...so. what to do with that stuff we just forced down the drain only to find it will not be disposed of...hmmm
its a tuesday and fairly warm out...ok. closer to the temperature of one of the outer rings of hell, but who's keeping track of that these days when it's obvious the more serious issue is all the mayhem that has just come out of the woodwork also known as new orleans. this morning my mother. my mother! of all people, sent me the "be careful" email forward that's going around about all the sex offenders, car jackers, and theives that are looking to relocate from their former home in LA.
oh come on now.
if you ask me, the pressing issue should not be "how can we cause MORE fear in the city?" but instead, how can we prevent the city from collapsing in on itself because of the very delapidated sewage and water system that runs underneath. yesterday yet another main broke on peachtree street...but i can say that despite the apparent bad news that might cause for some...others got a free car wash...unfortunatly i wasn't in the right lane to get a car wash...so, i really can't appreciate the tragedy of the water line
as we can all see, i, the previously employed, am home at lunch time on a tuesday. i could pass it off as a "break"...but i'm more proud to have quit my job for various and sundry reasons, and as soon as i am mentally able to stop bitching about the crap i put up with, i will...in the meantime i'm unemployed, but being 23 and lucky, i still have a really great mom who is on my side and is equally disgusted with my previous employer. so at least i have moral support from the head of the household.
the roomie and i just paid our first months worth of bills...which, tho lower than it could be, was a little high. but everything was fine until the water bill came. a lot of places do it, and ours happens to be one of those who just averages water usage for a type of apt...so it seems that when little jimmy downstairs in the 1bedroom decides he likes the sound of running water while he sleeping and leaves his shower on all night and the bill for the complex goes up, everyone pays more, but we, being a 2br, and one of the larger apts of the 2br style, pay more than anyone else. how about that. rob had the idea of running the shower only to get wet, then turn it off to lather, then on again to rinse...and no repeating. it wastes the aqua. but now we know even that wouldn't save us from little jimmy.
meanwhile, theres a water main 7miles from here that's giving away free carwashes to anyone headed downtown and in the far right lane. lucky bastads.
OK. this is enough to qualify as a blog right? good.
its a tuesday and fairly warm out...ok. closer to the temperature of one of the outer rings of hell, but who's keeping track of that these days when it's obvious the more serious issue is all the mayhem that has just come out of the woodwork also known as new orleans. this morning my mother. my mother! of all people, sent me the "be careful" email forward that's going around about all the sex offenders, car jackers, and theives that are looking to relocate from their former home in LA.
oh come on now.
if you ask me, the pressing issue should not be "how can we cause MORE fear in the city?" but instead, how can we prevent the city from collapsing in on itself because of the very delapidated sewage and water system that runs underneath. yesterday yet another main broke on peachtree street...but i can say that despite the apparent bad news that might cause for some...others got a free car wash...unfortunatly i wasn't in the right lane to get a car wash...so, i really can't appreciate the tragedy of the water line
as we can all see, i, the previously employed, am home at lunch time on a tuesday. i could pass it off as a "break"...but i'm more proud to have quit my job for various and sundry reasons, and as soon as i am mentally able to stop bitching about the crap i put up with, i will...in the meantime i'm unemployed, but being 23 and lucky, i still have a really great mom who is on my side and is equally disgusted with my previous employer. so at least i have moral support from the head of the household.
the roomie and i just paid our first months worth of bills...which, tho lower than it could be, was a little high. but everything was fine until the water bill came. a lot of places do it, and ours happens to be one of those who just averages water usage for a type of apt...so it seems that when little jimmy downstairs in the 1bedroom decides he likes the sound of running water while he sleeping and leaves his shower on all night and the bill for the complex goes up, everyone pays more, but we, being a 2br, and one of the larger apts of the 2br style, pay more than anyone else. how about that. rob had the idea of running the shower only to get wet, then turn it off to lather, then on again to rinse...and no repeating. it wastes the aqua. but now we know even that wouldn't save us from little jimmy.
meanwhile, theres a water main 7miles from here that's giving away free carwashes to anyone headed downtown and in the far right lane. lucky bastads.
OK. this is enough to qualify as a blog right? good.
Friday, September 02, 2005
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Sleeping Like The Cats
This morning I woke up at 3:45am. For good.
The trip to Keystone Colorado was very adventuresome and fulfilling and I returned Sunday night around 11:45pm. Friday and Saturday we hiked in two completely different environments. One, an alpine hike at Loveland Gap (somewhere in the vicinity of 12,000ft above sea-level) made me realize how easy it would be for a person to die in the Rockies-—the second was a forest-bound trail to two ponds, "Big LIlly-Pad" and "Little Lilly-Pad"…the forest was beautiful and very symmetrical....made me realize how easy it would be for a person to find herself hopelessly lost in alpine forests and die. Morbid? Well, I suppose one could survive had she the right tools. After all, if Anthony Hopkins can do it in "Bear," so can I, right?
Both hikes were also quite breathtaking and awe-inspiring. By the time we were acclimated to the oxygen levels and the time change it was time to leave for home. I had my hair cut in downtown Denver to pass time before our flight. I think I’m still on western time…so I really only woke at 5:45, which would be okay if it were Eastern Time, so I’m not stressing it.
I just wrote “time” five “times” in one paragraph. That has to grammatically incorrect or redundant or something. Maybe just plain annoying.
So I woke up and played with my youngest child/cat, Curtis Johnson, who was snuggled up against my arm in a position I thought should have been rather uncomfortable but he seemed happy. Stella Luna lurks around by herself all night and most of the day and requires little attention. Curtis, on the other hand, is very lovable. They remind me of my brother and me when we were little. He’s drinking from a glass of water on my bedside table….Curtis, that is, not my brother.
Then I read some of Cats Cradle (vonnegut)…. a book I’ve had for years but never really read. Sometimes I collect good fiction so that one day when I wake up early in the morning and can’t go back to sleep, I have something to read. So finally it happened that I needed a good book. And it’s good. I’d read more but I was sidetracked by having to blow my nose and on the way back to bed I noticed my clothes needed to be unpacked. So I started doing that, then had to blow my nose again and while in the bathroom remembered I needed to get my shower curtain out of the dryer because I washed it yesterday. So I did that. Then I thought I’d write a blog, so here I am.
I figure I’ll get really sleepy around 7 when I usually officially wake up for the day and have to start getting ready for work. That’s what usually happens when I wake up in the middle of the morning and can’t go back to sleep.
At some point tomorrow my roommate and I will talk about how we slept and I’ll tell him this story, or maybe he’ll read it first, and he’ll say, “You were awake all that time? I didn’t even hear you” or something like that…even though he has a fan in his room that would drown out any noise going on outside his bedroom. Last night we went to Mellow Mushroom for pizza and PBR. A little “tradition” we have, you might say.
Now I’m debating whether I should finish unpacking or replant the poinsettias that are on our balcony suffering in their original potting mix. If I did that now I wouldn’t have to do it tomorrow when I got home from work, and it’s cool out, no mosquitoes yet, so maybe I will. I’m starting to feel like I’m having an “Ellen” moment.
you know what I mean
5:41am
The trip to Keystone Colorado was very adventuresome and fulfilling and I returned Sunday night around 11:45pm. Friday and Saturday we hiked in two completely different environments. One, an alpine hike at Loveland Gap (somewhere in the vicinity of 12,000ft above sea-level) made me realize how easy it would be for a person to die in the Rockies-—the second was a forest-bound trail to two ponds, "Big LIlly-Pad" and "Little Lilly-Pad"…the forest was beautiful and very symmetrical....made me realize how easy it would be for a person to find herself hopelessly lost in alpine forests and die. Morbid? Well, I suppose one could survive had she the right tools. After all, if Anthony Hopkins can do it in "Bear," so can I, right?
Both hikes were also quite breathtaking and awe-inspiring. By the time we were acclimated to the oxygen levels and the time change it was time to leave for home. I had my hair cut in downtown Denver to pass time before our flight. I think I’m still on western time…so I really only woke at 5:45, which would be okay if it were Eastern Time, so I’m not stressing it.
I just wrote “time” five “times” in one paragraph. That has to grammatically incorrect or redundant or something. Maybe just plain annoying.
So I woke up and played with my youngest child/cat, Curtis Johnson, who was snuggled up against my arm in a position I thought should have been rather uncomfortable but he seemed happy. Stella Luna lurks around by herself all night and most of the day and requires little attention. Curtis, on the other hand, is very lovable. They remind me of my brother and me when we were little. He’s drinking from a glass of water on my bedside table….Curtis, that is, not my brother.
Then I read some of Cats Cradle (vonnegut)…. a book I’ve had for years but never really read. Sometimes I collect good fiction so that one day when I wake up early in the morning and can’t go back to sleep, I have something to read. So finally it happened that I needed a good book. And it’s good. I’d read more but I was sidetracked by having to blow my nose and on the way back to bed I noticed my clothes needed to be unpacked. So I started doing that, then had to blow my nose again and while in the bathroom remembered I needed to get my shower curtain out of the dryer because I washed it yesterday. So I did that. Then I thought I’d write a blog, so here I am.
I figure I’ll get really sleepy around 7 when I usually officially wake up for the day and have to start getting ready for work. That’s what usually happens when I wake up in the middle of the morning and can’t go back to sleep.
At some point tomorrow my roommate and I will talk about how we slept and I’ll tell him this story, or maybe he’ll read it first, and he’ll say, “You were awake all that time? I didn’t even hear you” or something like that…even though he has a fan in his room that would drown out any noise going on outside his bedroom. Last night we went to Mellow Mushroom for pizza and PBR. A little “tradition” we have, you might say.
Now I’m debating whether I should finish unpacking or replant the poinsettias that are on our balcony suffering in their original potting mix. If I did that now I wouldn’t have to do it tomorrow when I got home from work, and it’s cool out, no mosquitoes yet, so maybe I will. I’m starting to feel like I’m having an “Ellen” moment.
you know what I mean
5:41am
Thursday, August 18, 2005
time
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Old friends, old friends
Sat on their park bench like bookends
A newspaper blown thru the grass
Falls on the round toes, on the high shoes
Of the old friends
Old friends
Winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city sifting thru trees
Settle like dust on the shoulders
Of the old friends
Can you imagine us years from today
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange to be 70
Old Friends
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fear
Monday, August 15, 2005
like a slap-in-the-blog
oh my, I just realized it's been nearly 2 months since I posted last. I am a sorry blogger aren't I? whew.
so, if you're reading this, you are a dedicated blog checker. woohoo! and this might be boring, but I'm out of practice, so a recap, then I'll attempt to try the blog scene on a more regular basis
well, I graduated in May, and am still looking for a "real" job, but am in the meantime working with an interior designer who I believe is a reincarnated slave driver. and that's a bad joke, but it's very labor intensive to get her jobs done. yes my friends, I believe I can be classified as blue collar. But I also think I'm better for it. the value of the dollar has resurfaced, almost blindingly, to my conciousness. so that's all good.
two very special people passed away this summer and I'd like to commemorate them a little here. Kevin Brunelle was killed in a bizarre interstate accident on June 25, and John Henderson died during a combat mission in Afganistan on August 4th. Both were deep and kind hearted men and I know that the lives that they touched will never be the same. and after much soul searching and attemtping to understand the uninterpretable, I believe they had purposes here, and hope that their spirits have moved on to greater existences. they are both deserving of a promotion. and now more than ever, I hope that one day humans learn that war and violence will never truly solve anything. greed and power are certainly our demons aren't they?
rob and I are officially moved into our new apartment in Decatur Georgia. and it's lovely. we're having a great time (when we're home) and both love the area.
and yesterday I was locked out of my apartment for about 7 hours. in a freak event, my keys fell out of my purse as I was getting out of the car because my foot snagged on the seatbelt, making me stumble, jostling my purse enough to purge the keys into the door jam just as the door was closing and CLICK. I was locked out of everything. maintanence doesn't consider lock outs a real emergency, and lucky for me my car is one of the most difficult to break into (probably because it's the easiest to hotwire if you finally get in) so the man Geico sent me fussed over it for a few hours before the fourty fifth loudest thunderstorm this summer raged over my apartment complex, sending us both running for shelter, where i stayed for the next 3 hours. the guy left and came back, and by that time it was 11pm and my cell was dead so the entire time I was just sitting outside considering to a. break the car window, b. break an apt window, c. not do anything rash and irrational, d.climb up the building to my balcony at the back of our apt and get the mosquito candle, e. vomit from all the bites I was accumulating, and f. walking a mile to the nearest gas station to call someone for moral support.
but luckily I was equipped with a kitty litter box and a new shower curtain I'd just purchased at target, so I wrapped up in the shower curtain, put my turtle (also in transport) in the litter box, and pretended to nap nonchalently against my very locked apartment door until the guy came back, finally unlocked my car door, and gave me every line in the book to try to "hook up" before I finally just walked away. i guess he figured all that work was deserving of something MORE than my insturance coverage. bastard. so my plans for a quiet relaxing day were quite staunched
it brought me to laugh and query the sky "what the hell!"
I believe-
it's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine
so, if you're reading this, you are a dedicated blog checker. woohoo! and this might be boring, but I'm out of practice, so a recap, then I'll attempt to try the blog scene on a more regular basis
well, I graduated in May, and am still looking for a "real" job, but am in the meantime working with an interior designer who I believe is a reincarnated slave driver. and that's a bad joke, but it's very labor intensive to get her jobs done. yes my friends, I believe I can be classified as blue collar. But I also think I'm better for it. the value of the dollar has resurfaced, almost blindingly, to my conciousness. so that's all good.
two very special people passed away this summer and I'd like to commemorate them a little here. Kevin Brunelle was killed in a bizarre interstate accident on June 25, and John Henderson died during a combat mission in Afganistan on August 4th. Both were deep and kind hearted men and I know that the lives that they touched will never be the same. and after much soul searching and attemtping to understand the uninterpretable, I believe they had purposes here, and hope that their spirits have moved on to greater existences. they are both deserving of a promotion. and now more than ever, I hope that one day humans learn that war and violence will never truly solve anything. greed and power are certainly our demons aren't they?
rob and I are officially moved into our new apartment in Decatur Georgia. and it's lovely. we're having a great time (when we're home) and both love the area.
and yesterday I was locked out of my apartment for about 7 hours. in a freak event, my keys fell out of my purse as I was getting out of the car because my foot snagged on the seatbelt, making me stumble, jostling my purse enough to purge the keys into the door jam just as the door was closing and CLICK. I was locked out of everything. maintanence doesn't consider lock outs a real emergency, and lucky for me my car is one of the most difficult to break into (probably because it's the easiest to hotwire if you finally get in) so the man Geico sent me fussed over it for a few hours before the fourty fifth loudest thunderstorm this summer raged over my apartment complex, sending us both running for shelter, where i stayed for the next 3 hours. the guy left and came back, and by that time it was 11pm and my cell was dead so the entire time I was just sitting outside considering to a. break the car window, b. break an apt window, c. not do anything rash and irrational, d.climb up the building to my balcony at the back of our apt and get the mosquito candle, e. vomit from all the bites I was accumulating, and f. walking a mile to the nearest gas station to call someone for moral support.
but luckily I was equipped with a kitty litter box and a new shower curtain I'd just purchased at target, so I wrapped up in the shower curtain, put my turtle (also in transport) in the litter box, and pretended to nap nonchalently against my very locked apartment door until the guy came back, finally unlocked my car door, and gave me every line in the book to try to "hook up" before I finally just walked away. i guess he figured all that work was deserving of something MORE than my insturance coverage. bastard. so my plans for a quiet relaxing day were quite staunched
it brought me to laugh and query the sky "what the hell!"
I believe-
it's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine
Saturday, May 21, 2005
behind on life.
if it's possible, I think I've fallen out of the web we weave called life. gah. and there are two...or maybe three specific reasons why this has apparently happened.
1.) no internet access at home
and now,
2.) no cell phone
which brings me to seriously consider how obsessed and addicted to convieniences we are, because the first thought that crosses my mind is how did we function without internet and cell phones. because I remember the days of rotary phones...I was alive then...but how? haha. so my life is simplifying rather rapidly...any day now I'll find myself running around a kiddie pool with one of my mothers stockings on my head and nothing else.
wait, that's schizophrenia...we were talking about simplified life weren't we? haha.
oh well. so because I have little web access...the blogging moves along slowly. but dont give up on me. I might have an office job one day :) and since my best bud is moving to Atl maybe sharing the bill for something like, I dont know, dial-up (hah) wont be impossible...but it could be, because we're both gonna be fairly broke. which still isn't that bad. at least we'll be simple hermit folk together ;) haha. woo hoo!
and until I find someone who doesn't want my first born child as payment for a cell phone, my communication with the world has been significanly hindered. sigh.
and that's why I'm voluntarily reentering the marmoots belly. I keep wondering if I'll see that old man in there again...last time I was there he wasn't around...might have been exploring a pancreas or something though so...maybe next time.
peace-
1.) no internet access at home
and now,
2.) no cell phone
which brings me to seriously consider how obsessed and addicted to convieniences we are, because the first thought that crosses my mind is how did we function without internet and cell phones. because I remember the days of rotary phones...I was alive then...but how? haha. so my life is simplifying rather rapidly...any day now I'll find myself running around a kiddie pool with one of my mothers stockings on my head and nothing else.
wait, that's schizophrenia...we were talking about simplified life weren't we? haha.
oh well. so because I have little web access...the blogging moves along slowly. but dont give up on me. I might have an office job one day :) and since my best bud is moving to Atl maybe sharing the bill for something like, I dont know, dial-up (hah) wont be impossible...but it could be, because we're both gonna be fairly broke. which still isn't that bad. at least we'll be simple hermit folk together ;) haha. woo hoo!
and until I find someone who doesn't want my first born child as payment for a cell phone, my communication with the world has been significanly hindered. sigh.
and that's why I'm voluntarily reentering the marmoots belly. I keep wondering if I'll see that old man in there again...last time I was there he wasn't around...might have been exploring a pancreas or something though so...maybe next time.
peace-
Saturday, May 07, 2005
what it was I said.
I think I should get some sort of recognition for now holding the record for staying inside a marmoots belly for the longest period of time. I know many thought I wasn't gonna make it out. but I prevailed.
or was it a skunk
no, of course not because then naturally I'd smell like a skunk, and I guess that after TWO marmoot belly experiences, I know well enough that their innards dont stink too terribly bad. at least not as bad as I hear taun-tauns do. nothing a little Ivory can't fix.
or clorox.
mamas got the magic of clorox.
so my undergraduate career came to a close. for all its raging over the last three weeks I thought surely it would end with something not too short of delivering Earth from an invastion of rhinestone and sequin-covered laughing purple hermit crabs...it did however end on a really fun note, and it being cinco de mayo sort-of iced the cake.
the only drawback was that I had, a few days early, shot myself in the foot (...for a second there I thought about whether there was a past-tense form of "shot" and briefly wondered, "shat?" hah. oh God. here I am graduating from college and I'm only getting dumber by the day) ok, because in my well-intentioned quest to save the world from rhinestone and sequin covered laughing purple hermit crabs, I no doubt must have worn my immune system out, man. and those tiny mid-evil torture devices also known as allergens that include themselves in 99.9% of the air in Richard Moooooore(gan)s house these days finally dug themselves far enough into my distracted sinus cavity to set up camp. little buggars. so for the last few days I've been after them to clean up and pack out. unfortunatly they had already ticked off my mucus membranes which are now attempting to FLOOD the allergens out, so I've also used enough paper products in the last two days to be a primary stockholder of Kleenex and Charmin
and with that, I close, for now. since I have more free time now there are higher chances of me noticing the blue million strange and unusual bloggable things that happen to me everyday-
Peace,Love, and Bugs.
or was it a skunk
no, of course not because then naturally I'd smell like a skunk, and I guess that after TWO marmoot belly experiences, I know well enough that their innards dont stink too terribly bad. at least not as bad as I hear taun-tauns do. nothing a little Ivory can't fix.
or clorox.
mamas got the magic of clorox.
so my undergraduate career came to a close. for all its raging over the last three weeks I thought surely it would end with something not too short of delivering Earth from an invastion of rhinestone and sequin-covered laughing purple hermit crabs...it did however end on a really fun note, and it being cinco de mayo sort-of iced the cake.
the only drawback was that I had, a few days early, shot myself in the foot (...for a second there I thought about whether there was a past-tense form of "shot" and briefly wondered, "shat?" hah. oh God. here I am graduating from college and I'm only getting dumber by the day) ok, because in my well-intentioned quest to save the world from rhinestone and sequin covered laughing purple hermit crabs, I no doubt must have worn my immune system out, man. and those tiny mid-evil torture devices also known as allergens that include themselves in 99.9% of the air in Richard Moooooore(gan)s house these days finally dug themselves far enough into my distracted sinus cavity to set up camp. little buggars. so for the last few days I've been after them to clean up and pack out. unfortunatly they had already ticked off my mucus membranes which are now attempting to FLOOD the allergens out, so I've also used enough paper products in the last two days to be a primary stockholder of Kleenex and Charmin
and with that, I close, for now. since I have more free time now there are higher chances of me noticing the blue million strange and unusual bloggable things that happen to me everyday-
Peace,Love, and Bugs.
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