I can't believe it. I've been Lizard Kinged again.
Anyway...
Well, I didn't start on my paper last night. I was going to take a power nap before I got started, and it raged out of control. Oh well, I had done an outline (look at me being all organized) so hopefully doing the actual writing of the paper will not be so difficult. It's just a proposal, after all. The actual research paper will be what will take so long. Good thing it's not due until December.
I've been sitting here are work looking at the pictures that I took in Florida earlier this year. I want to be back in Key West! I wish I had the ability to snap my fingers and just be wherever I wanted to go. I'd go to Key West for lunch, and be extremely rude to the snotty people at that cafe where Steve and I ate that day. Then I'd go shopping and visit Hemmingway's house. After all that, I'd watch the sun set with my feet in the water.
How awesome would that be? You could go anywhere on a whim, and still be home in time to see CSI! Eh, oh well.
Friday, September 30, 2005
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Isn't it enough that I can't go and see a movie without having to sit through one of the commercials? Now there is a giant billboard on my way to work, featuring the asinine FANTA girls. Well, it isn't so much the girls on the commercials, it's the freakishly catchy jingle: "You look hot in all that plaster, drink some FANTA, faster, FASTER!" Oy vey...
I'm freezing! Guess who walked out of the house today wearing a sleeveless top? Steve said it was cool, but I thought he meant it's "cooler" than it has been. I didn't know we would be getting a brisk northern wind that has required me to wear the only jacket I had with me, my paint stained lab coat. I look really cute in my nice office clothes and my smock. : )
I'm going to be starting on my research proposal tonight. I think I've finally got everything pinned down. I hope so anyways. I don't think this semester can end soon enough for me. I'm weary...not just tired, weary. Not only that, but I've been too tired to wax my eyebrows. You can always tell how busy I've been by the state of my eyebrows! People are beginning to yell "Heeeeey Burt!" at me when I walk down the halls. heeheehee.
I haven't heard from my sick friend lately. Her dad said she was comming home last friday if nothing happened. I don't know where she is or how she is, so I hope I hear from her soon. I would call her dad, but I'm too embarrassed. I called one morning and pulled him out of court. His phone isn't very loud, so I didn't hear him say he was in court, so I just kept on talking to him. He had to cut me off and tell me again what he was doing. He probably thinks I'm a half-wit. : ( Keep the prayers up for her, if you don't mind. As soon as I know something, I'll let everyone know.
OH! Yesterday I found out that the maintenance crew will be buying a couple of small fountains for the SpRocket, and they want me to paint them! Granted, I'm just turning what used to be golf balls into planets, but I'm still excited! I've always wanted my work to be in a museum. Funny, this isn't exactly how I pictured it...
I'm freezing! Guess who walked out of the house today wearing a sleeveless top? Steve said it was cool, but I thought he meant it's "cooler" than it has been. I didn't know we would be getting a brisk northern wind that has required me to wear the only jacket I had with me, my paint stained lab coat. I look really cute in my nice office clothes and my smock. : )
I'm going to be starting on my research proposal tonight. I think I've finally got everything pinned down. I hope so anyways. I don't think this semester can end soon enough for me. I'm weary...not just tired, weary. Not only that, but I've been too tired to wax my eyebrows. You can always tell how busy I've been by the state of my eyebrows! People are beginning to yell "Heeeeey Burt!" at me when I walk down the halls. heeheehee.
I haven't heard from my sick friend lately. Her dad said she was comming home last friday if nothing happened. I don't know where she is or how she is, so I hope I hear from her soon. I would call her dad, but I'm too embarrassed. I called one morning and pulled him out of court. His phone isn't very loud, so I didn't hear him say he was in court, so I just kept on talking to him. He had to cut me off and tell me again what he was doing. He probably thinks I'm a half-wit. : ( Keep the prayers up for her, if you don't mind. As soon as I know something, I'll let everyone know.
OH! Yesterday I found out that the maintenance crew will be buying a couple of small fountains for the SpRocket, and they want me to paint them! Granted, I'm just turning what used to be golf balls into planets, but I'm still excited! I've always wanted my work to be in a museum. Funny, this isn't exactly how I pictured it...
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Random things going through my head when I should be working...
1) In the movie "Day After Tomorrow" something bothered me. Well, besides the obviously unreal premise of an ice age developing in 24 hours. What really bothered me was the fact that the people who stayed in the library were burning books, which as we all know are made of paper and vellum and burn rather quickly. However, it seemed to escape everyone who was gathering books to burn that there were literally hundreds of tables and chairs made of wood that would have made better fuel that lasted longer AND saved the rare books that they burned.
2) I think I have the flu.
3) My computer was new in 1998. I know this because it's registered to someone who was fired in 1999, and she had used it for a long while. The software I run has had at least 5 upgrades since it was published, and the OS has been upgraded to a completely different format than I currently have. I have to reboot my computer every time I plug the USB memory stick into the keyboard, and if I'm running two programs at the same time, and I get an e-mail, the computer freezes and I have to restart it. Now, think of all of this, and please tell me why they STILL haven't gotten that new computer that's been dangled in front of my face like the proverbial carrot for two months.
4) I was looking at some pictures of DragonCon on the internet, and I'm now fully convinced that all it is is a contest to see who can be the most naked in public without getting arrested. Also, I think I saw my art history teacher in a dominatrix outfit on the website. I might be wrong, but I'm certainly not going back to make sure. *Shudder*
5) Why is it that when I'm at church, the one song that never fails to get stuck in my head is the song "Shanty". It's a Jimmy Buffett-esque song about smoking marajuana that is played occasionally on the radio station I listen to. Needless to say, that isn't a song a southern Baptist church needs to have sung while I'm picking up the attendance records!
6) I bought a pair of pants from the GAP that I think were originally conceived as a cruel joke. I like to call them "Combination Lock" pants. Apparently, it's not enough to have a zipper and a button like most pairs of pants, OH NO! We have to have 2 hooks, a flappy thing, an inside button and a zipper. It's like breaking into Fort Knox whenever you have to go to the bathroom, not to mention the added obstacle of wearing a belt. I have to know an hour ahead of time when I've got to go to get everything unhooked. DRAT THE PANTS!
7) Speaking of the GAP, they also seem to have a whole lot of these "Ultra Low Rise" pants that are basically just the leg part of jeans. I believe in the west they are called "chaps". I don't know, maybe I'm just a little bitter that I'm not so dainty that I can wear these things, but when I go to school and see the girls who's pants don't come up far enough, it makes me want to buy an industrial strength container of butt crack spackle and seal them all up. Civilized people shouldn't have to deal with gratuitus butt cracks on a daily basis.
That is all, now back to work!
1) In the movie "Day After Tomorrow" something bothered me. Well, besides the obviously unreal premise of an ice age developing in 24 hours. What really bothered me was the fact that the people who stayed in the library were burning books, which as we all know are made of paper and vellum and burn rather quickly. However, it seemed to escape everyone who was gathering books to burn that there were literally hundreds of tables and chairs made of wood that would have made better fuel that lasted longer AND saved the rare books that they burned.
2) I think I have the flu.
3) My computer was new in 1998. I know this because it's registered to someone who was fired in 1999, and she had used it for a long while. The software I run has had at least 5 upgrades since it was published, and the OS has been upgraded to a completely different format than I currently have. I have to reboot my computer every time I plug the USB memory stick into the keyboard, and if I'm running two programs at the same time, and I get an e-mail, the computer freezes and I have to restart it. Now, think of all of this, and please tell me why they STILL haven't gotten that new computer that's been dangled in front of my face like the proverbial carrot for two months.
4) I was looking at some pictures of DragonCon on the internet, and I'm now fully convinced that all it is is a contest to see who can be the most naked in public without getting arrested. Also, I think I saw my art history teacher in a dominatrix outfit on the website. I might be wrong, but I'm certainly not going back to make sure. *Shudder*
5) Why is it that when I'm at church, the one song that never fails to get stuck in my head is the song "Shanty". It's a Jimmy Buffett-esque song about smoking marajuana that is played occasionally on the radio station I listen to. Needless to say, that isn't a song a southern Baptist church needs to have sung while I'm picking up the attendance records!
6) I bought a pair of pants from the GAP that I think were originally conceived as a cruel joke. I like to call them "Combination Lock" pants. Apparently, it's not enough to have a zipper and a button like most pairs of pants, OH NO! We have to have 2 hooks, a flappy thing, an inside button and a zipper. It's like breaking into Fort Knox whenever you have to go to the bathroom, not to mention the added obstacle of wearing a belt. I have to know an hour ahead of time when I've got to go to get everything unhooked. DRAT THE PANTS!
7) Speaking of the GAP, they also seem to have a whole lot of these "Ultra Low Rise" pants that are basically just the leg part of jeans. I believe in the west they are called "chaps". I don't know, maybe I'm just a little bitter that I'm not so dainty that I can wear these things, but when I go to school and see the girls who's pants don't come up far enough, it makes me want to buy an industrial strength container of butt crack spackle and seal them all up. Civilized people shouldn't have to deal with gratuitus butt cracks on a daily basis.
That is all, now back to work!
Monday, September 26, 2005
Weekend Update!
Steve and I left early from work on Friday so that we could take a trip to GA to visit his cousins. It seemed to take us forever to get there, but we finally made it to Canton by 10:00, I think. We stayed with Greg and Kristin and their little girl, Grace. We had a very nice time. Saturday, we went to a thing called Riverfest, which is an arts and crafts festival, similar to Panoply, but not nearly as big, and we went to Williams Brothers BBQ for lunch. Poor Kristin was sick the whole time because she is pregnant and for some reason stays nausiated. I felt bad for her having to be out! When we got back, Greg and Steve grilled hamburgers and we ate while we watched the Georgia/MSU game. I know, I know, I threatened to stab my eyes out if I ever watched another football game, but unfortunately for me they have a small child and don't leave sharp objects just lying around. : ) Actually, it wasn't that bad. Greg is fun to watch when a Georgia game is on. Kristin also lent me a book, so I kept myself entertained. After the game, we attempted to play a game, but we were all so tired that we didn't stay up for long. Sunday was a lazy day until the afternoon because we had a small birthday party for Katie, Amy and Jon's little girl. It was good to see everyone again, because I probably won't get to see them until Thanksgiving due to school.
Grace didn't know what to think about me at first. I look a lot like her mom, so the first thing she said to me was MA-ma? It was funny. The rest of the day she just looked out of the corner of her eyes at me and said "Hey". By Sunday morning, she had decided I wasn't dangerous, so she let me hold her and we watched TV together some.
They also have a herd of bulldog puppies from their dog Petunia. They were so cute! I tried getting one into my luggage, but it was too wiggly. They were like little wrinkled paranah, all traveling in a group and gnawing the heck out of anything that stood still long enough!
At any rate, we really enjoyed our trip!
Steve and I left early from work on Friday so that we could take a trip to GA to visit his cousins. It seemed to take us forever to get there, but we finally made it to Canton by 10:00, I think. We stayed with Greg and Kristin and their little girl, Grace. We had a very nice time. Saturday, we went to a thing called Riverfest, which is an arts and crafts festival, similar to Panoply, but not nearly as big, and we went to Williams Brothers BBQ for lunch. Poor Kristin was sick the whole time because she is pregnant and for some reason stays nausiated. I felt bad for her having to be out! When we got back, Greg and Steve grilled hamburgers and we ate while we watched the Georgia/MSU game. I know, I know, I threatened to stab my eyes out if I ever watched another football game, but unfortunately for me they have a small child and don't leave sharp objects just lying around. : ) Actually, it wasn't that bad. Greg is fun to watch when a Georgia game is on. Kristin also lent me a book, so I kept myself entertained. After the game, we attempted to play a game, but we were all so tired that we didn't stay up for long. Sunday was a lazy day until the afternoon because we had a small birthday party for Katie, Amy and Jon's little girl. It was good to see everyone again, because I probably won't get to see them until Thanksgiving due to school.
Grace didn't know what to think about me at first. I look a lot like her mom, so the first thing she said to me was MA-ma? It was funny. The rest of the day she just looked out of the corner of her eyes at me and said "Hey". By Sunday morning, she had decided I wasn't dangerous, so she let me hold her and we watched TV together some.
They also have a herd of bulldog puppies from their dog Petunia. They were so cute! I tried getting one into my luggage, but it was too wiggly. They were like little wrinkled paranah, all traveling in a group and gnawing the heck out of anything that stood still long enough!
At any rate, we really enjoyed our trip!
Thursday, September 22, 2005
I DON'T WANNA GROW UP...
Last night we had so much fun.
Steve, Josh and I went to dinner at Carrabbas at Parkway Place mall and completely acted goofy during the whole meal. Normally at least Steve will retain some dignity, but even he was being silly. We had some good food, we laughed, and we even got the waitress in on it. Somehow, something got messed up with our order, so we got a free dessert that we all shared. It was so nice to just not have to worry what anyone thought. Unfortunately, because I went out, I didn't do my Algebra homework, so I skipped class today. See, I shouldn't be allowed out on a school night! SIGH.
I also got a call from an old friend, Jordan, whom I haven't spoken to in a really long time. He was calling to check on our friend who is STILL in the hospital. We ended up talking for a long time, and it was nice to catch up. He now has his PhD and is a professor at Jacksonville State University, and married with two kids. Yeah, he made me feel both old and unaccomplished. Oh well, I always knew he'd be successful, so good for him!
I got my haircut last night, much to the chagrin of my husband. He doesn't like short hair on women, but after I explained that I was just getting the dead ends cut off, he calmed down. I've finally got all the black dye cut out, thank goodness. I don't know what I was thinking when I dyed my hair that color! I'm probably going to color it again sometime, but it definately won't be black ever again. I'm too old to look goth.
Speaking of goth...I took my Medieval Art exam yesterday and I think I did okay. I mean, I don't think I'm going to be making straight A's, but hopefully I'll pass it fine. I remembered all of the churches and relicquaries and whatever, it will just all depend on weather or not my teacher will like my essay style. Keeping my fingers crossed on that. I think I've also found a subject for my research paper, but I will have to see if I can find some good scholarly articals on it. The southern wall fresco in the Giotto Arena Chapel in Rome will be what I work on unless I can't find any acceptable information about it. Let's hope that isn't the case.
Well, I need to get to work!
Last night we had so much fun.
Steve, Josh and I went to dinner at Carrabbas at Parkway Place mall and completely acted goofy during the whole meal. Normally at least Steve will retain some dignity, but even he was being silly. We had some good food, we laughed, and we even got the waitress in on it. Somehow, something got messed up with our order, so we got a free dessert that we all shared. It was so nice to just not have to worry what anyone thought. Unfortunately, because I went out, I didn't do my Algebra homework, so I skipped class today. See, I shouldn't be allowed out on a school night! SIGH.
I also got a call from an old friend, Jordan, whom I haven't spoken to in a really long time. He was calling to check on our friend who is STILL in the hospital. We ended up talking for a long time, and it was nice to catch up. He now has his PhD and is a professor at Jacksonville State University, and married with two kids. Yeah, he made me feel both old and unaccomplished. Oh well, I always knew he'd be successful, so good for him!
I got my haircut last night, much to the chagrin of my husband. He doesn't like short hair on women, but after I explained that I was just getting the dead ends cut off, he calmed down. I've finally got all the black dye cut out, thank goodness. I don't know what I was thinking when I dyed my hair that color! I'm probably going to color it again sometime, but it definately won't be black ever again. I'm too old to look goth.
Speaking of goth...I took my Medieval Art exam yesterday and I think I did okay. I mean, I don't think I'm going to be making straight A's, but hopefully I'll pass it fine. I remembered all of the churches and relicquaries and whatever, it will just all depend on weather or not my teacher will like my essay style. Keeping my fingers crossed on that. I think I've also found a subject for my research paper, but I will have to see if I can find some good scholarly articals on it. The southern wall fresco in the Giotto Arena Chapel in Rome will be what I work on unless I can't find any acceptable information about it. Let's hope that isn't the case.
Well, I need to get to work!
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
I'm supposed to be studying for a history exam I'm having tomorrow, but I keep going off on tangents. I shouldn't have had that caffeinated grapefruit juice. Yes, it does exist.
As a study guide, I've been looking up stuff on the Book of Matthew and the Infancy Gospel of James. The book of Matthew I'm familliar with, the other one - not so much. Isn't it strange how certain things made it into the bible, and other stuff didn't? I guess the IGJ didn't make it because it didn't directly deal with the formation of Christianity, but it was interesting.
I've also decided I'm going to Conneticut! Well, okay, I'm not actually going, but I'd like to. Apparently at the Yale Univeristy Art Gallery, they have the remains of one of the first Christian worship houses there. I'd love to see that. Of course, I sincerely don't see myself going to CT ever, so I'll probably just have to look at it on the internet. I think I'll be okay with that.
I haven't been very productive since I got home today. I've painted my toe nails and finger nails, watched a show called "Bones" and talked to my cousin Cheri on the phone for a while. Apparently I'm not meant to study, but I'll get it done before I go to sleep. I hope.
I had such a frustrating day! I thought it would all be gravy, because everything I had left to do at work is on hold while I wait for supplies. I'm thinking, cool, because I had class and knew it wouldn't be a very productive day anyways. The first thing I got was a forwarded e-mail that someone had sent my boss asking for more labels for plasma screens that were donated to the SpRocket. Needing more lables wasn't the problem, but the subtle insinuation that I had asked someone else to do my job was what bothered me. I can't help it that I'm short and don't have the proper keys to open exhibits. Dang it Jim, I'm a designer, not an exhibit maintenance man! So I have to explain to my boss that I wasn't being a slacker. Then one thing after the other comes in with the wrong word on it, or a word that was seperated, or a misspelling. Suddenly I'm eyeball deep in stuff I've got to fix, and no time to get it done before my printing class. I think someone, somewhere out there, has stolen my good day mojo. I will get it back, oh yes, I will get it back!
Okay, enough of this. I need to get to work.
As a study guide, I've been looking up stuff on the Book of Matthew and the Infancy Gospel of James. The book of Matthew I'm familliar with, the other one - not so much. Isn't it strange how certain things made it into the bible, and other stuff didn't? I guess the IGJ didn't make it because it didn't directly deal with the formation of Christianity, but it was interesting.
I've also decided I'm going to Conneticut! Well, okay, I'm not actually going, but I'd like to. Apparently at the Yale Univeristy Art Gallery, they have the remains of one of the first Christian worship houses there. I'd love to see that. Of course, I sincerely don't see myself going to CT ever, so I'll probably just have to look at it on the internet. I think I'll be okay with that.
I haven't been very productive since I got home today. I've painted my toe nails and finger nails, watched a show called "Bones" and talked to my cousin Cheri on the phone for a while. Apparently I'm not meant to study, but I'll get it done before I go to sleep. I hope.
I had such a frustrating day! I thought it would all be gravy, because everything I had left to do at work is on hold while I wait for supplies. I'm thinking, cool, because I had class and knew it wouldn't be a very productive day anyways. The first thing I got was a forwarded e-mail that someone had sent my boss asking for more labels for plasma screens that were donated to the SpRocket. Needing more lables wasn't the problem, but the subtle insinuation that I had asked someone else to do my job was what bothered me. I can't help it that I'm short and don't have the proper keys to open exhibits. Dang it Jim, I'm a designer, not an exhibit maintenance man! So I have to explain to my boss that I wasn't being a slacker. Then one thing after the other comes in with the wrong word on it, or a word that was seperated, or a misspelling. Suddenly I'm eyeball deep in stuff I've got to fix, and no time to get it done before my printing class. I think someone, somewhere out there, has stolen my good day mojo. I will get it back, oh yes, I will get it back!
Okay, enough of this. I need to get to work.
STUPID IS AS STUPID DOES, SIR.
If you guessed I just came back from Algebra class, you'd be right. This time, I know I wasn't the only one confused. The teacher came in about 15 or 20 minutes late, and talked a mile a minute practically without stopping to explain what she was doing, and then she told us that being told how to do it wasn't going to help us learn, actually doing the work would. The majority of the class just sat there glassy eyed until it was time to leave. I've already got an idea for a t-shirt I'm going to make to wear to this class: CAUTION Art Student Please do not confuse.
That which does not kill me, only makes me more creative. : )
Speaking of class...I'm horrified at what I did to my lithograph. I finished my first project on friday evening so that I would have it done by today. I know this will not make sense, but I didn't really look at my drawing closely when I finished it. I put on the finishing touches, said "There" and printed the thing, still not looking very closely at what I had done. I knew I wanted to watercolor one of them so that I could give it to a friend of mine, so I snagged one of the extras off of the drying rack before I walked out the door, but I still didn't look at it until I got home. As I sat down to get started, I noticed something that has scarred me forever. I had somehow, totally inadvertantly (please believe me), went a little Georgia O'Keefe on my drawing. If you don't know what that means, you have my permission to e-mail me and ask, but I can't write it here. I had to bring the one I was going to paint to work with me today so that I could...um...tone it down before we had our critique. The thing that bothers me the most is not so much that I drew it without realizing it, but that 15 copies of it were on the drying rack for everyone and their grandma to see. Oy.
The rest of the weekend was a little less eventful. Saturday morning, I slept in, which was nice, and Steve and I slothed around until about noon. We were suppoed to pick his parents up from the airport at 5 and he was going to mow their lawn if it needed it, so we packed up and drove across town to hang out at their place until it was time to get them. When we got there, the lawn didn't need to be mowed, and Steve didn't want to stay there for 4 hours twiddling his thumbs (even though that's what he was going to do at home), and so we used another quarter tank of gas to drive home. I've also learned that when Steve knows I'm irritated, he buys me ice cream. I don't know if it made me less irritated, but trying to get a milk shake from Brewsters to come up through the straw certainly kept me too occupied to complain. I was going to have to study history that night, so I got my two books and started to read. Eventually I woke up with my face nose down on my text book and Steve gone to get his parents. Then it dawned on me that I didn't even know what I was supposed to be studying because my exam guide was in my car, so I run out to get it and find that Steve had taken my Durango. He came home breifly to bring my backpack to me before he left again to hang out with Josh, so I was finally able to get a little studying done.
Sunday we were having our church picnic, so I stayed in the kitchen during service taking care of the barbeque. We went to Ditto Landing, which is a lovely little marina on the banks of the Tennessee River, and we ate and had a very nice afternoon. I served lunch to what seemed to be a thousand people! I was glad so many people showed up. After lunch was over, I put on my other hat of "Church Historian" and took pictures for the scrapbook. At some point, I got myself involved in a volleyball game, and apparently I am pretty good at serving. My team won both times...GO US! *spirit fingers* ; ) Later on that afternoon, I tried to get some more studying in since we were going to have dinner with our friends, and once again found myself waking up with my face literally stuck in a book. I had to get up and changed, and we met everyone at Beauregard's (yum). It was Steve and I, Joos, Twan, Chani and Bud (or Josh, Anthony, Shannon and Greg, if you prefer). We ate and then went to BAM and sat outside and talked. It was a lot of fun. I don't have much time to do that kind of stuff this semester, so blowing off a little steam is a relief.
For those who care, I am finally on my way to being all Zen again. In the past couple of posts, I've been sad for no forseeable reason, but I've finally realized what has been bothering me. It's nothing that anyone else would give a fig about, so I won't elaborate, but I've picked it over in my brain, prayed about it, and now I'm learning how to deal with it. It's not that it will bother me less or be any less disappointing, but I've decided that I'm not going to let it be something that will color my mood in every other part of my life. I'm learning that sometimes, you have to seperate things into little compartments, like a lunchroom tray. It keeps the peas from getting into the mashed potatoes, and the salsbury steak doesn't get jello on it. I refuse to let the jello get out of it's compartment! In a couple of weeks, the jello may be everywhere, but right now, it's where it needs to be. : )
Well, I need to go find some work to do.
If you guessed I just came back from Algebra class, you'd be right. This time, I know I wasn't the only one confused. The teacher came in about 15 or 20 minutes late, and talked a mile a minute practically without stopping to explain what she was doing, and then she told us that being told how to do it wasn't going to help us learn, actually doing the work would. The majority of the class just sat there glassy eyed until it was time to leave. I've already got an idea for a t-shirt I'm going to make to wear to this class: CAUTION Art Student Please do not confuse.
That which does not kill me, only makes me more creative. : )
Speaking of class...I'm horrified at what I did to my lithograph. I finished my first project on friday evening so that I would have it done by today. I know this will not make sense, but I didn't really look at my drawing closely when I finished it. I put on the finishing touches, said "There" and printed the thing, still not looking very closely at what I had done. I knew I wanted to watercolor one of them so that I could give it to a friend of mine, so I snagged one of the extras off of the drying rack before I walked out the door, but I still didn't look at it until I got home. As I sat down to get started, I noticed something that has scarred me forever. I had somehow, totally inadvertantly (please believe me), went a little Georgia O'Keefe on my drawing. If you don't know what that means, you have my permission to e-mail me and ask, but I can't write it here. I had to bring the one I was going to paint to work with me today so that I could...um...tone it down before we had our critique. The thing that bothers me the most is not so much that I drew it without realizing it, but that 15 copies of it were on the drying rack for everyone and their grandma to see. Oy.
The rest of the weekend was a little less eventful. Saturday morning, I slept in, which was nice, and Steve and I slothed around until about noon. We were suppoed to pick his parents up from the airport at 5 and he was going to mow their lawn if it needed it, so we packed up and drove across town to hang out at their place until it was time to get them. When we got there, the lawn didn't need to be mowed, and Steve didn't want to stay there for 4 hours twiddling his thumbs (even though that's what he was going to do at home), and so we used another quarter tank of gas to drive home. I've also learned that when Steve knows I'm irritated, he buys me ice cream. I don't know if it made me less irritated, but trying to get a milk shake from Brewsters to come up through the straw certainly kept me too occupied to complain. I was going to have to study history that night, so I got my two books and started to read. Eventually I woke up with my face nose down on my text book and Steve gone to get his parents. Then it dawned on me that I didn't even know what I was supposed to be studying because my exam guide was in my car, so I run out to get it and find that Steve had taken my Durango. He came home breifly to bring my backpack to me before he left again to hang out with Josh, so I was finally able to get a little studying done.
Sunday we were having our church picnic, so I stayed in the kitchen during service taking care of the barbeque. We went to Ditto Landing, which is a lovely little marina on the banks of the Tennessee River, and we ate and had a very nice afternoon. I served lunch to what seemed to be a thousand people! I was glad so many people showed up. After lunch was over, I put on my other hat of "Church Historian" and took pictures for the scrapbook. At some point, I got myself involved in a volleyball game, and apparently I am pretty good at serving. My team won both times...GO US! *spirit fingers* ; ) Later on that afternoon, I tried to get some more studying in since we were going to have dinner with our friends, and once again found myself waking up with my face literally stuck in a book. I had to get up and changed, and we met everyone at Beauregard's (yum). It was Steve and I, Joos, Twan, Chani and Bud (or Josh, Anthony, Shannon and Greg, if you prefer). We ate and then went to BAM and sat outside and talked. It was a lot of fun. I don't have much time to do that kind of stuff this semester, so blowing off a little steam is a relief.
For those who care, I am finally on my way to being all Zen again. In the past couple of posts, I've been sad for no forseeable reason, but I've finally realized what has been bothering me. It's nothing that anyone else would give a fig about, so I won't elaborate, but I've picked it over in my brain, prayed about it, and now I'm learning how to deal with it. It's not that it will bother me less or be any less disappointing, but I've decided that I'm not going to let it be something that will color my mood in every other part of my life. I'm learning that sometimes, you have to seperate things into little compartments, like a lunchroom tray. It keeps the peas from getting into the mashed potatoes, and the salsbury steak doesn't get jello on it. I refuse to let the jello get out of it's compartment! In a couple of weeks, the jello may be everywhere, but right now, it's where it needs to be. : )
Well, I need to go find some work to do.
Friday, September 16, 2005
Thursday, September 15, 2005
You know, I like "She Bangs" by Ricky Martin and I don't care who knows it. I like it LOUD and I like it often, and the only thing that makes it better is car dancing to it on my way to work!
I finished the HR stuff I was working on, finally. I skipped class this afternoon to get it done, and I'm kind of glad I did. I felt guilty for getting so far behind! Now I just need to get my prints done and think of a subject for my paper and I'll be all caught up. At least until my next assignments come in.
I got my test back today and fortunately I didn't fail. I did make a 75, so that's good, but I wish I had done better. The teacher said the class average was a 70, so maybe it wasn't just me freaking out over a test. I found out that a girl in my class has a husband in Iraq right now, and she was worried about him the day she took that test because he told her he would have to take a class on "How to be a good Hostage." I was all, huh, well, that trumps me being tired, I guess.
I'm still feeling weird and sad. I wish it would stop because there are two things I do when I"m sad: Shop and eat. I can't afford to do much of either of them! I did both in abundance today. Yesterday I felt it necessary to go to Cold Stone Creamery. That place has the best ice cream in the world. At least I've cut back to once a month at that place. I could eat there every day if it wasn't liable to put me into a sugar coma. I've GOT to stop eating so many sweet things.
Yeah, like that's going to happen. : )
I finished the HR stuff I was working on, finally. I skipped class this afternoon to get it done, and I'm kind of glad I did. I felt guilty for getting so far behind! Now I just need to get my prints done and think of a subject for my paper and I'll be all caught up. At least until my next assignments come in.
I got my test back today and fortunately I didn't fail. I did make a 75, so that's good, but I wish I had done better. The teacher said the class average was a 70, so maybe it wasn't just me freaking out over a test. I found out that a girl in my class has a husband in Iraq right now, and she was worried about him the day she took that test because he told her he would have to take a class on "How to be a good Hostage." I was all, huh, well, that trumps me being tired, I guess.
I'm still feeling weird and sad. I wish it would stop because there are two things I do when I"m sad: Shop and eat. I can't afford to do much of either of them! I did both in abundance today. Yesterday I felt it necessary to go to Cold Stone Creamery. That place has the best ice cream in the world. At least I've cut back to once a month at that place. I could eat there every day if it wasn't liable to put me into a sugar coma. I've GOT to stop eating so many sweet things.
Yeah, like that's going to happen. : )
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
The world has turned to boogers...again.
I had my first math test today, and I can honestly say that I probably flunked it or at least got a lower grade than I should have. I don't know what happens to me with math tests, I just go completely blank. It's like, "Interger...what's an interger?! Numbers? What are Numbers!!! FOR THE LOVE OF PETE, WHERE AM I?" I left school feeling sick.
I think it was partly because I was feeling weird today. I can't really explain it except to say it was like I had gotten mind numbingly bad news and couldn't fully process it. I mean, I didn't get any bad news at all, but I felt like I had lost my best friend or something. I was really sad, on the verge of tears a couple of times, but I didn't have a real reason to be. Just weird. Who knows, maybe it's the barometric pressure or something. Heh, if that's the case, next I'll be freaking out right before thunderstorms. : )
I started my lithography project today. I've gotten everything done except for printing. All I need is 10 good prints, so hopefully I won't screw anything up too badly and I can get it done quickly. Anyone want a lithograph of a drawing of a sea shell?
I'm working late tonight to get some things printed before tomorrow. I've gotten way behind because of school, and I feel bad. I don't like looking like a slacker unless I mean to be a slacker! I just don't want my boss to regret hiring someone who is in school. There is another firework display here tonight, so I may stick around to see that...or not. I don't know. I should probably get home and fix dinner or something. Lord knows Steve won't do it. He's in school until late and he doesn't usually have any more time than I do.
Does anyone have an idea on what I can do for a research project in Medieval Art History? It can be anything that isn't too broad of a subject. I need some inspiration. I've been thinking of doing something on Santa Costanza in Rome or some kind of thing about funerary art in the catacombs, but I'm having trouble pinning something specific down.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot.
York Peppermint Patty: 9.5 on the nummy scale. Had a very linear and Sci-Fi channel worthy nightmare that wasn't too scary, but was definately disturbing. Well, all but the end anyways, and it was kind of funny. I'll skip everything until right before I woke up. I was captured by the general of whatever army I was a part of and I was kneeling in front of him with my hands tied in front of me. I know I was scared to death, and the general was pointing some kind of weapon at me, and I knew he was about to kill me. As he was raising the weapon, he looked down at me and said "You asked about your father...I AM YOUR FATHER!" I looked up and said, "That's not true, that's IMPOSSIBLE!"
I woke up laughing, and had to wake up Steve and tell him about it. What a time to have a Star Wars flashback!
I had my first math test today, and I can honestly say that I probably flunked it or at least got a lower grade than I should have. I don't know what happens to me with math tests, I just go completely blank. It's like, "Interger...what's an interger?! Numbers? What are Numbers!!! FOR THE LOVE OF PETE, WHERE AM I?" I left school feeling sick.
I think it was partly because I was feeling weird today. I can't really explain it except to say it was like I had gotten mind numbingly bad news and couldn't fully process it. I mean, I didn't get any bad news at all, but I felt like I had lost my best friend or something. I was really sad, on the verge of tears a couple of times, but I didn't have a real reason to be. Just weird. Who knows, maybe it's the barometric pressure or something. Heh, if that's the case, next I'll be freaking out right before thunderstorms. : )
I started my lithography project today. I've gotten everything done except for printing. All I need is 10 good prints, so hopefully I won't screw anything up too badly and I can get it done quickly. Anyone want a lithograph of a drawing of a sea shell?
I'm working late tonight to get some things printed before tomorrow. I've gotten way behind because of school, and I feel bad. I don't like looking like a slacker unless I mean to be a slacker! I just don't want my boss to regret hiring someone who is in school. There is another firework display here tonight, so I may stick around to see that...or not. I don't know. I should probably get home and fix dinner or something. Lord knows Steve won't do it. He's in school until late and he doesn't usually have any more time than I do.
Does anyone have an idea on what I can do for a research project in Medieval Art History? It can be anything that isn't too broad of a subject. I need some inspiration. I've been thinking of doing something on Santa Costanza in Rome or some kind of thing about funerary art in the catacombs, but I'm having trouble pinning something specific down.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot.
York Peppermint Patty: 9.5 on the nummy scale. Had a very linear and Sci-Fi channel worthy nightmare that wasn't too scary, but was definately disturbing. Well, all but the end anyways, and it was kind of funny. I'll skip everything until right before I woke up. I was captured by the general of whatever army I was a part of and I was kneeling in front of him with my hands tied in front of me. I know I was scared to death, and the general was pointing some kind of weapon at me, and I knew he was about to kill me. As he was raising the weapon, he looked down at me and said "You asked about your father...I AM YOUR FATHER!" I looked up and said, "That's not true, that's IMPOSSIBLE!"
I woke up laughing, and had to wake up Steve and tell him about it. What a time to have a Star Wars flashback!
Monday, September 12, 2005
It's official.
I'm so tired that I've stopped fully functioning. I'm the kind of tired that means I might cry if someone is mean to me or I get frustrated.
I severly underestimated my school/work load this semester. I've only been in school for three weeks and I've already somehow fallen behind. I swear, I just found out about an exam in my history class, and I'm thinking "Over what?" It doesn't seem like we could possibly have learned enough of anything in that class to warrant an exam.
I've got to go home tonight and study Algebra for a test tomorrow. I'm scared. It's been so long since Steve has had this kind of algebra that he doesn't remember most of it.
I hope make it through this semester without getting committed.
But hey, let me look on the bright side. My house didn't wash away, I can walk, I can see, and I have a job. All in all, I don't have it so bad. : )
I'm so tired that I've stopped fully functioning. I'm the kind of tired that means I might cry if someone is mean to me or I get frustrated.
I severly underestimated my school/work load this semester. I've only been in school for three weeks and I've already somehow fallen behind. I swear, I just found out about an exam in my history class, and I'm thinking "Over what?" It doesn't seem like we could possibly have learned enough of anything in that class to warrant an exam.
I've got to go home tonight and study Algebra for a test tomorrow. I'm scared. It's been so long since Steve has had this kind of algebra that he doesn't remember most of it.
I hope make it through this semester without getting committed.
But hey, let me look on the bright side. My house didn't wash away, I can walk, I can see, and I have a job. All in all, I don't have it so bad. : )
I learned yet another thing about myself this weekend. It's something I've been struggling with for years, and it's painful for me to admit, but I feel it's important to let everyone know.
*dramatic pause*
I really, really, really, really, don't like football.
Maybe it's the fact that I don't understand it, maybe it's the constant marching band flashbacks it makes me have, but I can finally say it without waffling. I DON'T LIKE FOOTBALL!!!!!!! Thank God that Steve has buddies who will watch it with him because I think if I ever have to sit through another game...ever...I might actually come to the point where I grab a sharp object and poke it as far as it will go into my eye socket. Don't get me wrong, I don't think it's stupid to watch and like football, it's just my personal feelings about it. Maybe if I had gone to a college with a team, I might feel differently, but I doubt it. As a child, I always cheered for the team my dad cheered for (Alabama) and as I got older I cheered for the team from the college where most of my friends went (Auburn), but now that I don't have any type of emotional attachment to any college (at least until one of them gives me a freakin' diploma) I couldn't give less of a hoot unless I just didn't hoot at all. I have finally stoped hooting! Steve and I painted the living room on saturday, and he had a succession of college games on all day: Auburn, Georgia, Alabama, and I think he even went searching for LSU. I listened and kept up with what was going on, and except for the really awesome catch by the dude from Alabama, I don't think I could tell you anything that happened. The only thing that I enjoy about watching a game is seeing the yellow line that they put down on the field to keep up with downs (I think). It's just amazing to me that the players can step on it and it doesn't go over their feet!
Anyways, enough about that. I truly hope that all of my football fan friends will forgive me for that.
As for the rest of my weekend, it was...busy. Well, friday night wasn't so bad. Steve and I went to a birthday party for the girlfriend of a guy he works for. I was so out of my element! I didn't know anyone except for the birthday girld and her boyfriend, and at one point I looked up and was absolutely alone! Something happened at his work, so Steve, boyfriend, and other computer guy were gathered around a laptop and everyone else knew one another so they were talking. I was in the middle of a circle of empty chairs! Heeheehee. I think girlfriend felt sorry for me so she asked me to move down and she and I chit-chatted about stuff until Steve was ready to go. We also went to dinner with Josh and had coffee at BAM. I finally found another place that will make a coconut mocha latte, and a great one, at that.
Saturday was busy with painting and cleaning. The living room looks lovely, the kitchen and dining room looks much better, and the bathrooms are a lot less scary. I also worked on my lithography project as much as I could at home. That's pretty much all we did on Saturday.
Sunday was church and I left Steve behind to have lunch with my family. I love my family! They let me be weird without telling me to be quiet. I spent most of the afternoon looking at a coffee table book of seashells with my nephews. Towards the end of the time I was there, they had me giving personality to the shells in the pictures by doing voices in different accents for them. After a while of that, all of my accents start to sound like Rosie Perez! I left their house and had to get groceries and stuff at Target, and when I got home I did Algebra homework. I am now officially the most boring person alive.
At some point, I did actually start working on the new format for my home page, so hopefully that will be done soon.
I've got to get back to work! Ciao!
*dramatic pause*
I really, really, really, really, don't like football.
Maybe it's the fact that I don't understand it, maybe it's the constant marching band flashbacks it makes me have, but I can finally say it without waffling. I DON'T LIKE FOOTBALL!!!!!!! Thank God that Steve has buddies who will watch it with him because I think if I ever have to sit through another game...ever...I might actually come to the point where I grab a sharp object and poke it as far as it will go into my eye socket. Don't get me wrong, I don't think it's stupid to watch and like football, it's just my personal feelings about it. Maybe if I had gone to a college with a team, I might feel differently, but I doubt it. As a child, I always cheered for the team my dad cheered for (Alabama) and as I got older I cheered for the team from the college where most of my friends went (Auburn), but now that I don't have any type of emotional attachment to any college (at least until one of them gives me a freakin' diploma) I couldn't give less of a hoot unless I just didn't hoot at all. I have finally stoped hooting! Steve and I painted the living room on saturday, and he had a succession of college games on all day: Auburn, Georgia, Alabama, and I think he even went searching for LSU. I listened and kept up with what was going on, and except for the really awesome catch by the dude from Alabama, I don't think I could tell you anything that happened. The only thing that I enjoy about watching a game is seeing the yellow line that they put down on the field to keep up with downs (I think). It's just amazing to me that the players can step on it and it doesn't go over their feet!
Anyways, enough about that. I truly hope that all of my football fan friends will forgive me for that.
As for the rest of my weekend, it was...busy. Well, friday night wasn't so bad. Steve and I went to a birthday party for the girlfriend of a guy he works for. I was so out of my element! I didn't know anyone except for the birthday girld and her boyfriend, and at one point I looked up and was absolutely alone! Something happened at his work, so Steve, boyfriend, and other computer guy were gathered around a laptop and everyone else knew one another so they were talking. I was in the middle of a circle of empty chairs! Heeheehee. I think girlfriend felt sorry for me so she asked me to move down and she and I chit-chatted about stuff until Steve was ready to go. We also went to dinner with Josh and had coffee at BAM. I finally found another place that will make a coconut mocha latte, and a great one, at that.
Saturday was busy with painting and cleaning. The living room looks lovely, the kitchen and dining room looks much better, and the bathrooms are a lot less scary. I also worked on my lithography project as much as I could at home. That's pretty much all we did on Saturday.
Sunday was church and I left Steve behind to have lunch with my family. I love my family! They let me be weird without telling me to be quiet. I spent most of the afternoon looking at a coffee table book of seashells with my nephews. Towards the end of the time I was there, they had me giving personality to the shells in the pictures by doing voices in different accents for them. After a while of that, all of my accents start to sound like Rosie Perez! I left their house and had to get groceries and stuff at Target, and when I got home I did Algebra homework. I am now officially the most boring person alive.
At some point, I did actually start working on the new format for my home page, so hopefully that will be done soon.
I've got to get back to work! Ciao!
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
In an unprecidented move, I have actually updated one of the web pages on my web site without updating the Home page. Call me lazy, call me busy...heck, call me George! Anyways, I added a few new quotes to The Board.
I actually have a few more to add, but I can't seem to remember what they were right now!
Enjoy!
I actually have a few more to add, but I can't seem to remember what they were right now!
Enjoy!
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
HOW TO MAKE A GREAT ESPRESSO
1) Grind your own coffee beans. In fact, grind them so finely that when you open the top of the grinder, you inhale a lungful of powdered coffee.
2) Spill most of the coffee in the sink while trying to get it into the tiny little coffee filter thing. You don't want to pack it too tight after all.
3) Take the time to clean up all of the coffee you spilled since you know once you've actually achieved making an espresso, you'll forget to do it.
4) Snap the little filter thingie into the machine and turn it on. Please don't fool with the milk frother thing because it will get HOT.
5) Stand around and wait until you see a thin stream of muddy looking water drain into the carafe. Get excited because apparently, this is what espresso looks like when it's being made.
6) Suddenly remember that you forgot to get a cup of milk for the steamer so that you can dilute the evil looking coffee. Grab the closest clean mug and fill it to the top.
7) Run back to the Espresso machine and try to put the mug under the steamer. Realize that the mug you picked is too tall to put under there without spilling milk everywhere.
8) Slide the working (and hot, don't forget) machine to the edge of the table it's sitting on so that you can get the mug under the steamer. Get discouraged when the steamer doesn't work.
9) Remember that the steamer won't work until you turn the steamer knob. Turn the knob.
10) Stand there screaming as the steamer causes the milk to froth into a cloud that overflows the mug, spills down the side of the espresso machine, into the mixing bowls, oven mitts, and box of Top Ramen noodles. Don't let it dawn on you until it's too late to simply move the mug out of the way to prevent this mess.
11) Squirt some chocolate into the giant latte mug you got out of the cabinets and pour in the
milk that is left in the container. Notice that the latte mug is less than half full.
12) Add the shot of espresso. Notice the mug is still less than half full.
13) Clean up the milk that foamed out of the steaming mug. This will take a while since you have to move everything in and around the table. Crawl along the floor looking for where the rag dripped on the way to the sink. Clean that up with a second rag.
14) Taste the drink which is now cold. Shudder. Decide that since you went through the trouble to make it, you'll soldier on.
15) Realize that a latte is supposed to be one part espresso/three parts milk, not the other way around.
16) Decide to get your lattes at Starbucks until you practice more on your new machine.
1) Grind your own coffee beans. In fact, grind them so finely that when you open the top of the grinder, you inhale a lungful of powdered coffee.
2) Spill most of the coffee in the sink while trying to get it into the tiny little coffee filter thing. You don't want to pack it too tight after all.
3) Take the time to clean up all of the coffee you spilled since you know once you've actually achieved making an espresso, you'll forget to do it.
4) Snap the little filter thingie into the machine and turn it on. Please don't fool with the milk frother thing because it will get HOT.
5) Stand around and wait until you see a thin stream of muddy looking water drain into the carafe. Get excited because apparently, this is what espresso looks like when it's being made.
6) Suddenly remember that you forgot to get a cup of milk for the steamer so that you can dilute the evil looking coffee. Grab the closest clean mug and fill it to the top.
7) Run back to the Espresso machine and try to put the mug under the steamer. Realize that the mug you picked is too tall to put under there without spilling milk everywhere.
8) Slide the working (and hot, don't forget) machine to the edge of the table it's sitting on so that you can get the mug under the steamer. Get discouraged when the steamer doesn't work.
9) Remember that the steamer won't work until you turn the steamer knob. Turn the knob.
10) Stand there screaming as the steamer causes the milk to froth into a cloud that overflows the mug, spills down the side of the espresso machine, into the mixing bowls, oven mitts, and box of Top Ramen noodles. Don't let it dawn on you until it's too late to simply move the mug out of the way to prevent this mess.
11) Squirt some chocolate into the giant latte mug you got out of the cabinets and pour in the
milk that is left in the container. Notice that the latte mug is less than half full.
12) Add the shot of espresso. Notice the mug is still less than half full.
13) Clean up the milk that foamed out of the steaming mug. This will take a while since you have to move everything in and around the table. Crawl along the floor looking for where the rag dripped on the way to the sink. Clean that up with a second rag.
14) Taste the drink which is now cold. Shudder. Decide that since you went through the trouble to make it, you'll soldier on.
15) Realize that a latte is supposed to be one part espresso/three parts milk, not the other way around.
16) Decide to get your lattes at Starbucks until you practice more on your new machine.
Saturday, September 03, 2005
So let me get this straight...
George Bush is the cause of all of the suffering in New Orleans? This because he cut funding for shoring up the leavee that burst? A leavee that has, for 45 years been known to be too weak and hasn't been replaced or reinforced in all that time? Apparently, Louisiana was waiting until he was in office to fix it. Well, that only makes sense, I suppose. He's easier to blame if something goes wrong than the public works department, or anyone else that might have gotten it reinforced in the past FOURTY-FIVE FREAKIN' YEARS!!!
Or it could be that he's the whole cause of it because he hates black people. We all know he does, otherwise he would have jumped into the nearest phone booth, pulled on his Super W suit and flew straight into New Orleans and single handedly rescued all of the people there. Otherwise he would have crossed his arms and blinked his eyes and immediately fixed the breach letting all the water in. OTHERWISE, he would have taken a loaf of bread and five fish and fed the multitudes, right?
Or it could be it was because he didn't immediately end the war in Iraq, fly all of the soldiers home and arrange a search and rescue in the 45 minutes after the rain stopped.
Puh-leeze.
Micheal Moore, thou art a jackass.
Jesse Jackson, thou art a bigot and a jackass.
That's all I've got to say about that.
George Bush is the cause of all of the suffering in New Orleans? This because he cut funding for shoring up the leavee that burst? A leavee that has, for 45 years been known to be too weak and hasn't been replaced or reinforced in all that time? Apparently, Louisiana was waiting until he was in office to fix it. Well, that only makes sense, I suppose. He's easier to blame if something goes wrong than the public works department, or anyone else that might have gotten it reinforced in the past FOURTY-FIVE FREAKIN' YEARS!!!
Or it could be that he's the whole cause of it because he hates black people. We all know he does, otherwise he would have jumped into the nearest phone booth, pulled on his Super W suit and flew straight into New Orleans and single handedly rescued all of the people there. Otherwise he would have crossed his arms and blinked his eyes and immediately fixed the breach letting all the water in. OTHERWISE, he would have taken a loaf of bread and five fish and fed the multitudes, right?
Or it could be it was because he didn't immediately end the war in Iraq, fly all of the soldiers home and arrange a search and rescue in the 45 minutes after the rain stopped.
Puh-leeze.
Micheal Moore, thou art a jackass.
Jesse Jackson, thou art a bigot and a jackass.
That's all I've got to say about that.
Friday, September 02, 2005
Never in my life has a soft bed and air conditioning been so uncomfortable. I don't know if what I'm feeling is some kind of survivor's guilt, or what. I woke up this morning at 3:00 am, and all I could think about were those poor people who need help. I had to get up and otherwise occupy my mind.
I don't want anyone to think I'm playing the oh-so-sensitive heart bleeder here, because that isn't it. I guess I'm just wondering why I was blessed enough to live in a place where our biggest inconvenience was a few downed limbs and a power outage, when there are babies and old people suffering down there. I don't really feel that it's fair. I don't at all mean that I would want to be in their place, and I hope I never am, but somehow it doesn't seem fair. I guess widespread terror and devastation rarely does, though.
I don't want anyone to think I'm playing the oh-so-sensitive heart bleeder here, because that isn't it. I guess I'm just wondering why I was blessed enough to live in a place where our biggest inconvenience was a few downed limbs and a power outage, when there are babies and old people suffering down there. I don't really feel that it's fair. I don't at all mean that I would want to be in their place, and I hope I never am, but somehow it doesn't seem fair. I guess widespread terror and devastation rarely does, though.
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