Well, crap.
I had just typed in quite a big of my newest entry when the power blinked off and destroyed everything. I don't have the energy or the desire to retype everything, so I will just tell you about Sunday. Don't worry, you didn't miss anything! : )
Sunday, I got a case of "Laugh-In-Church" syndrome in the morning. The children's choir sand the special music and the first song had a little beat to it. Of course, the kids started swaying around (which, for a fairly conservative Baptist congregation, is quite shocking! ; ) Anyway, most of the kids just sort of swayed or bounced on their feet a little, but one little boy in the front did a little more. He's the son of our associate pastor, and as the song went on, he started doing some kind of twisty, interpretive dance. It was so funny. It didn't last long, of course, but it got me tickled. Right after that, the minister of music stood up and said "And now, if you'll join me in singing all five stanzas of 'He Keeps Me Singing'" and I got tickled again. Our song director can make any hymn as long "Free Bird", so that was justs funny to me. Granted, that shouldn't have been as funny to me as it turned out to be, but it set me off. I could barely sing for the firstt 3 verses. It would be so helpful if I could just buy a packet of dignity and composure to keep in my purse. I sure don't have any of that naturally. : )
I got my hair cut! It looks so different to me, but I think it's basically just a redux of a haircut I've had before. I need to check some pictures to make sure. It's kind of the opposite of the haircut I've had for the past couple of years, so instead of being shorter in the back and long in the front, it's layered in the front and longer in the back. When she started cutting, I got the morbid feeling that I was going to end up with a Fe-Mullet, but thank God, that didn't happen. The only problem with it I can see is now my hair tends to curl up at the ends in different directions and the shortest layer is always in my eye. Steve should like that. : ) You know, anything to cover up my face, and he's for it! My hair has also begun to turn colors for some unknown reason. I haven't colored it for a long time, so I'm not sure what's going on. In the front I have these bright strawberry blonde strands that catch the light, I have some gold colored strands scattered through the rest of my hair, I still have the dark brown, but it's got reddish streaks in it now and I have one very determined white strand of hair right in my part. I can only imagine driving around with the top down on my car this summer lightened it up a little, but I'm starting to get nervous as to what color it will eventually end up. I'm determined not to color it again, though. DETERMINED!
Well, that's about the extent of excitement in my life. I took a lot of beautiful pictures of the leaves outside of the museum yesterday and I'm going to see about putting them on my Flickr account so you can see them all. : ) Yay!
I'll be back.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Sunday Morning Blurbage...
I know it's a little early to think about my birthday, but I'm already dreading it. Don't ask me why it's bothering me now, because I have no idea. As I've mentioned, I don't hate my birthday because I'm getting older (I'll be 29...which seems weird) but because it's the day the vortex of everything bad that can happen to me opens up and follows me around for 24 hours.
I woke up this morning with a pretty good idea of what will happen on my next birthday and now I dread it even more.
I'm SO not even getting out of bed that day.
I know it's a little early to think about my birthday, but I'm already dreading it. Don't ask me why it's bothering me now, because I have no idea. As I've mentioned, I don't hate my birthday because I'm getting older (I'll be 29...which seems weird) but because it's the day the vortex of everything bad that can happen to me opens up and follows me around for 24 hours.
I woke up this morning with a pretty good idea of what will happen on my next birthday and now I dread it even more.
I'm SO not even getting out of bed that day.
Friday, October 27, 2006
Well, this isn't good...
I just went outside to take a look at a couple of signs that I needed to replace. I didn't actually NEED to go out, but from the lofty heights of my office (i.e. roof is in the way, so I couldn't see the ground) it didn't look like it was raining that hard. So out I went and realized fairly quickly that it was umbrella weather. Armed with the umbrella and my lab coat, I ventured out into the monsoon. Apparently the SpRocket is built on an undulating series of downhill waves which seem to defy the laws of physics, because everywhere you walk, the water is flowing in a different direction. However, they all have one thing in common. I stepped into a puddle nearly every step I took. My jeans are wet to the knees and my shoes are soaked through to my socks. It's a very unplesant feeling. Now I'm back in my office in the in between stages of being wet and cold/ warm and drying off. I don't think I like this feeling.
You know, off the subject, but does it bother anyone else that KFC has been using the song "Sweet Home Alabama" in it's commercials? I'm not sure that I catch how that ties in.
Other than the rain, the SpRocket is beautiful! The maples in the parking lot are all different colors and the leaves are so perfect that you'd think they were painted. One of my favorite trees is still partly green, but also turning gold and has patches of dark burgandy leaves all over it. I can't imagine living anywhere that didn't have trees that change color. I'm convinced that God has this hobby of painting leaves every year and plans ahead to make the next one more beautiful than the last. In heaven, a whole section of trees will always be autumn colors. I hope anyway!
I just went outside to take a look at a couple of signs that I needed to replace. I didn't actually NEED to go out, but from the lofty heights of my office (i.e. roof is in the way, so I couldn't see the ground) it didn't look like it was raining that hard. So out I went and realized fairly quickly that it was umbrella weather. Armed with the umbrella and my lab coat, I ventured out into the monsoon. Apparently the SpRocket is built on an undulating series of downhill waves which seem to defy the laws of physics, because everywhere you walk, the water is flowing in a different direction. However, they all have one thing in common. I stepped into a puddle nearly every step I took. My jeans are wet to the knees and my shoes are soaked through to my socks. It's a very unplesant feeling. Now I'm back in my office in the in between stages of being wet and cold/ warm and drying off. I don't think I like this feeling.
You know, off the subject, but does it bother anyone else that KFC has been using the song "Sweet Home Alabama" in it's commercials? I'm not sure that I catch how that ties in.
Other than the rain, the SpRocket is beautiful! The maples in the parking lot are all different colors and the leaves are so perfect that you'd think they were painted. One of my favorite trees is still partly green, but also turning gold and has patches of dark burgandy leaves all over it. I can't imagine living anywhere that didn't have trees that change color. I'm convinced that God has this hobby of painting leaves every year and plans ahead to make the next one more beautiful than the last. In heaven, a whole section of trees will always be autumn colors. I hope anyway!
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
RANDOM ACTS OF BLOGGING
1) I do not have idle hands. I realized this the other day when I had a red scarf tied around my purse that I ended up messing with the WHOLE evening. I tied it in my hair, around my waist, around my arm, around my friend, I used it as a lasso...just all kinds of crazy things. I've also notcied I do this with the juniper seed necklace that Mr. Lee brought me back from out west. Apparently I do this either when I'm nervous or when I just don't know what to do with myself. If anything is within reach of me, I'm going to mess with it. If there is nothing to play with, I play with my hair. I hope that's not annoying!
2) I've seen a LOT of people abusing the leggings that are oh-so-stylish these days. Either wear pantyhose or DON'T, people! They are NOT cute! This whole 80s fashion redux thing is not cute either. I don't care if you are Sandra Bullock, a bubble dress isn't flattering on a grown woman. Oh, yeah, I had one once. It was mint green with poofy sleeves, but I was 9. Also, rouching just makes it look slept in. So put down the 80s clothes and back slowly away...
3) I gesticulate quite wildly when I talk. Maybe this goes along with the non-idle hands business or something. I make a lot of messes this way! : )
4) I had a dream last night that was so strange. I dreamed I was walking through an aquarium and the fish started jumping out of the containers and flinging themselves at me. I was having to pick them up and put them back in the water before they died, but I was grossed out about having to touch them. Also, a gecko in a terrarium threw gravel at me that stuck in my hair. At some point later, I was helping someone put the tank cover back on their toilet and they locked me in their bathroom. Who wants to interpret that one? Eh?
I'm stopping here for now!
1) I do not have idle hands. I realized this the other day when I had a red scarf tied around my purse that I ended up messing with the WHOLE evening. I tied it in my hair, around my waist, around my arm, around my friend, I used it as a lasso...just all kinds of crazy things. I've also notcied I do this with the juniper seed necklace that Mr. Lee brought me back from out west. Apparently I do this either when I'm nervous or when I just don't know what to do with myself. If anything is within reach of me, I'm going to mess with it. If there is nothing to play with, I play with my hair. I hope that's not annoying!
2) I've seen a LOT of people abusing the leggings that are oh-so-stylish these days. Either wear pantyhose or DON'T, people! They are NOT cute! This whole 80s fashion redux thing is not cute either. I don't care if you are Sandra Bullock, a bubble dress isn't flattering on a grown woman. Oh, yeah, I had one once. It was mint green with poofy sleeves, but I was 9. Also, rouching just makes it look slept in. So put down the 80s clothes and back slowly away...
3) I gesticulate quite wildly when I talk. Maybe this goes along with the non-idle hands business or something. I make a lot of messes this way! : )
4) I had a dream last night that was so strange. I dreamed I was walking through an aquarium and the fish started jumping out of the containers and flinging themselves at me. I was having to pick them up and put them back in the water before they died, but I was grossed out about having to touch them. Also, a gecko in a terrarium threw gravel at me that stuck in my hair. At some point later, I was helping someone put the tank cover back on their toilet and they locked me in their bathroom. Who wants to interpret that one? Eh?
I'm stopping here for now!
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
And now, the next edition of
"WHO 'DAT? WHO 'DERE?"
The other morning, we had a farewell breakfast for one of our co-workers who got a job with Delta and will soon be moving to Atlanta. As part of our festivities, our VP wanted a group picture that the guy leaving could take with him. Here it is! I decided to post it so you will know the people I work with.
Starting Top Row, Left:
Sam: He is my immediate boss. I'm his assistant, so when he doesn't have time to do something, I do it! He's the one who made all of the Ms. Baker masks (and so I gave him a monkey in honor of that). He's really, very cool.
Jennifer: I'm not really sure what Jennifer does exactly, but I know she travels a lot and stays busy. She's also a dance instructor and she rides bicycles in really long races for fun.
Al: Al used to work for one of the local news programs a while back and now he's the media liasion between the Sprocket and the world. He's really funny and makes great chili! He's also a very good story teller, so if you ever get a chance to hear him tell the toilet story, you'll laugh till you throw up. : )
Amy: Amy is our Marketing director. She shills for money and publicity and can pretty much talk anyone into anything! She's really nice and funny, and LOUD.
Rodney: Rod is the senior designer in our department. You've probably seen something he's designed if you've ever gotten an ad, calender, or program guide for camp. He's also really sweet AND he just got engaged!
Starting Bottom Left:
Ed: I had to Photoshop Ed into the picture because he had to miss the breakfast. Awwww. Granted, it's not a very good patch job, but at least he's in there! As we all know, Ed is the devil.
Holly: Holly is the senior VP of Marketing for the SpRocket. She gets very nervous, but she's very good at her job! She and Amy started at about the same time, so they work well together and can be mean to each other without one of them getting fired. : )
Roderick: Roderick is the guy who just left us. He was the web master for the Space Camp web pages as well as the museum. We'll miss him! He was always asking me how to spell stuff, and we all know, that doesn't happen that often.
and finally
Me: You know me, but I liked the picture, so I didn't block myself out of it this time. Don't you just love my skully head scarf? : )
That is all.
"WHO 'DAT? WHO 'DERE?"
The other morning, we had a farewell breakfast for one of our co-workers who got a job with Delta and will soon be moving to Atlanta. As part of our festivities, our VP wanted a group picture that the guy leaving could take with him. Here it is! I decided to post it so you will know the people I work with.
Starting Top Row, Left:
Sam: He is my immediate boss. I'm his assistant, so when he doesn't have time to do something, I do it! He's the one who made all of the Ms. Baker masks (and so I gave him a monkey in honor of that). He's really, very cool.
Jennifer: I'm not really sure what Jennifer does exactly, but I know she travels a lot and stays busy. She's also a dance instructor and she rides bicycles in really long races for fun.
Al: Al used to work for one of the local news programs a while back and now he's the media liasion between the Sprocket and the world. He's really funny and makes great chili! He's also a very good story teller, so if you ever get a chance to hear him tell the toilet story, you'll laugh till you throw up. : )
Amy: Amy is our Marketing director. She shills for money and publicity and can pretty much talk anyone into anything! She's really nice and funny, and LOUD.
Rodney: Rod is the senior designer in our department. You've probably seen something he's designed if you've ever gotten an ad, calender, or program guide for camp. He's also really sweet AND he just got engaged!
Starting Bottom Left:
Ed: I had to Photoshop Ed into the picture because he had to miss the breakfast. Awwww. Granted, it's not a very good patch job, but at least he's in there! As we all know, Ed is the devil.
Holly: Holly is the senior VP of Marketing for the SpRocket. She gets very nervous, but she's very good at her job! She and Amy started at about the same time, so they work well together and can be mean to each other without one of them getting fired. : )
Roderick: Roderick is the guy who just left us. He was the web master for the Space Camp web pages as well as the museum. We'll miss him! He was always asking me how to spell stuff, and we all know, that doesn't happen that often.
and finally
Me: You know me, but I liked the picture, so I didn't block myself out of it this time. Don't you just love my skully head scarf? : )
That is all.
Monday, October 23, 2006
WEEKEND UPDATE!
Wooo-Hoooo! Okay, well, I don't think my weekend can warrant a woo-hoo, but it wasn't bad!
Friday after work, I was exhausted. While I knew I would be going to the United Way Chili Cook-Off, I didn't realize that I would be serving as a waitress for the judges. Who knew that a couple of hours walking back and forth in Nancy Sinatra boots would be so tiring. Although I don't think being a waitress would be something I want to try, I didn't do too badly AND I didn't spill anything on myself! Yay!
Anyway...
When I got home, I changed into comfy clothes and Steve and I stretched out for a nap. Unfortunately the phone rang and Steve was reminded that he had made plans to go to the theater with Anthony (oops) so he jumped up and ran off, leaving me alone and bereft for the evening. Well, not so bereft, if you want me to be honest. I took my power nap and then began working on my newest Graphics project. It's been a long road, but I finally figured out what to do. It's supposed to be a self-promotion project. We make 3 "teaser" postcards that let the potential employee know that something will be sent to them, and then we have to make an object that not only reflects us as people, but also describes us as designers, and incorporates our resume in some clever way. Kenny and Steve both tried to help me think of something, but we didn't come up with anything! Finally I decided to use my new found prowess with polymer clay and make 4 (surprisingly realistic) clay chocolates with Magnets on the back. I made a candy box and a big tag for it that says "With Other Designers, You Never Know What You're Going To Get." My resume will be folded up on the inside like those "Chocolate Maps" that you get to tell you wha pieces are in the box! So, they have my resume, magnets that they can use for practial purposes and the knowledge that I am a fantastic designer that they would love to have on staff! I hope, anyway. : )
Saturday Steve was off doing his own thing and I had all kinds of stuff planned to do. I worked for several hours on my project and had lunch. I was just about to get ready and run all of my errands when all of the awake left my body. No big deal, right? Take a quick nap and everything will be fine! Well, not so much. I fell into a deep and sodden sleep that lasted for 3 1/2 hours. I didn't get to go run my errands and I missed the Star Wars wedding, much to my chagrin, but I did wake up in time to get ready for my date with Steve and Josh. Since we had planned on going to my class reunion (Josh was going as Sara's date) and since the reunion was cancelled, we had all decided to get dresed up and go out anyways. Well, then Sara had to go and get herself an organ donor (Some people are so self centered! :) so it was just going to be us three. We decided to go to 801 Franklin and have dinner. As I was getting ready, I decided that I wanted my hair to be curly, so I broke out the seldom used hot rollers and put them in my hair. I used to be a faithful hot roller using person back in the day. Every day I would have big, giant, country-music-award hair, but for the mid 90s, it looked good! Well, apparently the way my hair is cut now is so different than the way it used to be that when I took the rollers out...I looked like Gilda Radner doing Rosanne Rosanna-Danna! Wow, my hair was HUGE. So I spent the next hour or so trying to tone it down a little. by the time Josh got there, I had managed to corral my hair into a managable 1940's looking wave complete with a flower pin clipped into it. The pin was probably a bit much, but without it, one side of my head exploded into a curly mess while the other side looked decent. At any rate, I looked cute. : ) So we went out to dinner and ended the evening at the local Starbucks sipping latte's, Pelagrino, and evesdropping on a conversation that a guy was having with his girlfriend's parents, whom he was meeting for the first time. Very, very uncomfortable stuff. Good times.
Sunday was weird. I was fine when I woke up, and was getting ready for church when I bent down to get something underneath the bed and immediately started feeling sick. Not throw-up sick, but just...ill. Steve had to go on to church without me and I had to call my mom to let her know I was not going to make it over for lunch. By the time I did that, I was freezing and couldn't get warm. I ended up piling on all kinds of clothes and blankets and falling asleep on the couch. I slept nearly all day. Even when I woke up, I was too tired to move, so I lay on the couch with the hood of my jacket pulled up and tied so that only my eyes and nose peeked out, covered with my blanket until almost 4 o'clock. By then I was feeling a little better, and no longer cold, so I got up and worked on some homework and played a computer game. I went back and forth from lying on the couch to sitting at the computer until it was time for bed. I have no idea what was wrong with me, but hopefully it won't happen again for a long time!
Oh, and an update on Sara and her transplant: Friday they had to take her into surgery due to a bleeding problem. It wasn't serious, so it was taken care of with little to no fuss and they had her sitting up for a while. From the news I'm getting, she seems to be doing really well and hopefully will be moved into the recovery house where she will live for a couple of months while she's kept under observation. Please keep her in your prayers and I'll pass on news when I get it!
Wooo-Hoooo! Okay, well, I don't think my weekend can warrant a woo-hoo, but it wasn't bad!
Friday after work, I was exhausted. While I knew I would be going to the United Way Chili Cook-Off, I didn't realize that I would be serving as a waitress for the judges. Who knew that a couple of hours walking back and forth in Nancy Sinatra boots would be so tiring. Although I don't think being a waitress would be something I want to try, I didn't do too badly AND I didn't spill anything on myself! Yay!
Anyway...
When I got home, I changed into comfy clothes and Steve and I stretched out for a nap. Unfortunately the phone rang and Steve was reminded that he had made plans to go to the theater with Anthony (oops) so he jumped up and ran off, leaving me alone and bereft for the evening. Well, not so bereft, if you want me to be honest. I took my power nap and then began working on my newest Graphics project. It's been a long road, but I finally figured out what to do. It's supposed to be a self-promotion project. We make 3 "teaser" postcards that let the potential employee know that something will be sent to them, and then we have to make an object that not only reflects us as people, but also describes us as designers, and incorporates our resume in some clever way. Kenny and Steve both tried to help me think of something, but we didn't come up with anything! Finally I decided to use my new found prowess with polymer clay and make 4 (surprisingly realistic) clay chocolates with Magnets on the back. I made a candy box and a big tag for it that says "With Other Designers, You Never Know What You're Going To Get." My resume will be folded up on the inside like those "Chocolate Maps" that you get to tell you wha pieces are in the box! So, they have my resume, magnets that they can use for practial purposes and the knowledge that I am a fantastic designer that they would love to have on staff! I hope, anyway. : )
Saturday Steve was off doing his own thing and I had all kinds of stuff planned to do. I worked for several hours on my project and had lunch. I was just about to get ready and run all of my errands when all of the awake left my body. No big deal, right? Take a quick nap and everything will be fine! Well, not so much. I fell into a deep and sodden sleep that lasted for 3 1/2 hours. I didn't get to go run my errands and I missed the Star Wars wedding, much to my chagrin, but I did wake up in time to get ready for my date with Steve and Josh. Since we had planned on going to my class reunion (Josh was going as Sara's date) and since the reunion was cancelled, we had all decided to get dresed up and go out anyways. Well, then Sara had to go and get herself an organ donor (Some people are so self centered! :) so it was just going to be us three. We decided to go to 801 Franklin and have dinner. As I was getting ready, I decided that I wanted my hair to be curly, so I broke out the seldom used hot rollers and put them in my hair. I used to be a faithful hot roller using person back in the day. Every day I would have big, giant, country-music-award hair, but for the mid 90s, it looked good! Well, apparently the way my hair is cut now is so different than the way it used to be that when I took the rollers out...I looked like Gilda Radner doing Rosanne Rosanna-Danna! Wow, my hair was HUGE. So I spent the next hour or so trying to tone it down a little. by the time Josh got there, I had managed to corral my hair into a managable 1940's looking wave complete with a flower pin clipped into it. The pin was probably a bit much, but without it, one side of my head exploded into a curly mess while the other side looked decent. At any rate, I looked cute. : ) So we went out to dinner and ended the evening at the local Starbucks sipping latte's, Pelagrino, and evesdropping on a conversation that a guy was having with his girlfriend's parents, whom he was meeting for the first time. Very, very uncomfortable stuff. Good times.
Sunday was weird. I was fine when I woke up, and was getting ready for church when I bent down to get something underneath the bed and immediately started feeling sick. Not throw-up sick, but just...ill. Steve had to go on to church without me and I had to call my mom to let her know I was not going to make it over for lunch. By the time I did that, I was freezing and couldn't get warm. I ended up piling on all kinds of clothes and blankets and falling asleep on the couch. I slept nearly all day. Even when I woke up, I was too tired to move, so I lay on the couch with the hood of my jacket pulled up and tied so that only my eyes and nose peeked out, covered with my blanket until almost 4 o'clock. By then I was feeling a little better, and no longer cold, so I got up and worked on some homework and played a computer game. I went back and forth from lying on the couch to sitting at the computer until it was time for bed. I have no idea what was wrong with me, but hopefully it won't happen again for a long time!
Oh, and an update on Sara and her transplant: Friday they had to take her into surgery due to a bleeding problem. It wasn't serious, so it was taken care of with little to no fuss and they had her sitting up for a while. From the news I'm getting, she seems to be doing really well and hopefully will be moved into the recovery house where she will live for a couple of months while she's kept under observation. Please keep her in your prayers and I'll pass on news when I get it!
Friday, October 20, 2006
LATEST UPDATE!
Well, I got two more e-mails about my friend, and everything seems to have gone well. She got 5 organs and the surgery took 12.5 hours. Her mom thought she'd be all out of it after her procedure, but she popped up and waved to her. She also asked her mom to bring her some stuff so she could fix her hair. :) That sounds exactly like her, alright. They also believe that if everything keeps going well, she may be able to start eating real food again in about 7-10 days! GOOOOOOOOOOOOO Transplant Team!
So today is the day of the United Way/Space Camp anniversary thing, and I am indeed sitting here in my Pink Lady costume. It's freaking HOT, too. I think whomever made it lined it with plastic and solar blankets because the least little bit of exertion while I'm wearing it and I feel like I'm on fire. Oh well, at least I look cute. Apparently, the Pink Lady is something that was created when Space Camp had just started and was supposed to be what the tour guides were supposed to dress as. Hmmmmmmm, I don't think so. Wearing an orange flight suit was bad enough, but I don't think I could have stood dressing like That Girl every day. One of the things that was done, was my boss made a bunch of "Ms. Baker on a stick" fans. It's the head of a monkey with the eyes cut out with a stick stapled to the back. It can be used as a fan or a mask, but they are creepy looking little things. I spent the last part of my day cutting out monkey heads. I had nightmares...seriously.
This weekend, I'm going to crash a wedding! It's not just any wedding, though, it's a Star Wars themed wedding that is being held out here at the SpRocket! They are going to wear COSTUMES and everything! The special events coordinator told me about it and I have the severe desire to come and watch it. At least I have my badge to explain why I'm there, in case anyone says anything.
My class reunion was canceled. :( I was actually starting to look forward to it. There wasn't enough interest in it to go ahead with the plans. As small of a class as we had, that is really surprising. I'd figure we'd all have to come and just see who was still living with their parents! Nah, we actually had a lot of successful people in our class. Several nurses, a college professor, one guy has even cut a record and it's going to be out soon. I'd heard snips of it and it's actually really good! There are a lot of other people who did well, and then a lot of people who just had a LOT of kids. One guy died and one girl went blind, so that's really sad. However, I'm pretty sure almost everyone did something productive at least. It would have been nice to see everyone, but oh well, I'm not going to cry about it. Most of them just thought I was weird, anyways, and probably think I joined some kind of hippy, Star Trek cult in Montana. Little do they know what an illustrious career I ended up with! : )
I've hurt my back and I have no idea how! I thought it happened when I fell out of my chair, but I'm pretty sure that it would have gone away by now. It hurts to sit for very long, but I don't really have much of a choice. I have to stand up and do yoga stretches every once in a while, so if you see me do this, or I stand up while I'm talking to you and contort myself, I'm not ignoring you! It just feelins like it needs to be popped, but doing that doesn't help! I spent 28 years avoiding sports to keep from stuff like this, so who knows where this came from!
I embarrassed this guy I work with yesterday. Well, actually, HE embarrassed himself, but only because A) he's a pervert and B)he misunderstood something I was talking about. I stopped to say hello to him on my way to return a security vest to the Bush Room. I held it up to look at it for the first time since picking it up and mentioned that it reminded me of my candy striper outfit. He kind of smiled at me and asked what outfit and I said "Oh, well, it was really just a vest like this, but stiped red and white." He got this look on his face that looked slightly letchorus and said "Oh really?" I said "Yeah, but I always wore it over a red skirt and white shirt, so it was a whole uniform. I was twelve at the time." He turned bright red and started stammering "Oh, you really worked in the hospital". Apparently he thought I was telling him about some weird...activities I participated in that involved dressing like a candy striper. Now, let's see if this man can look me in the eye again for the rest of the year!
Well, I got two more e-mails about my friend, and everything seems to have gone well. She got 5 organs and the surgery took 12.5 hours. Her mom thought she'd be all out of it after her procedure, but she popped up and waved to her. She also asked her mom to bring her some stuff so she could fix her hair. :) That sounds exactly like her, alright. They also believe that if everything keeps going well, she may be able to start eating real food again in about 7-10 days! GOOOOOOOOOOOOO Transplant Team!
So today is the day of the United Way/Space Camp anniversary thing, and I am indeed sitting here in my Pink Lady costume. It's freaking HOT, too. I think whomever made it lined it with plastic and solar blankets because the least little bit of exertion while I'm wearing it and I feel like I'm on fire. Oh well, at least I look cute. Apparently, the Pink Lady is something that was created when Space Camp had just started and was supposed to be what the tour guides were supposed to dress as. Hmmmmmmm, I don't think so. Wearing an orange flight suit was bad enough, but I don't think I could have stood dressing like That Girl every day. One of the things that was done, was my boss made a bunch of "Ms. Baker on a stick" fans. It's the head of a monkey with the eyes cut out with a stick stapled to the back. It can be used as a fan or a mask, but they are creepy looking little things. I spent the last part of my day cutting out monkey heads. I had nightmares...seriously.
This weekend, I'm going to crash a wedding! It's not just any wedding, though, it's a Star Wars themed wedding that is being held out here at the SpRocket! They are going to wear COSTUMES and everything! The special events coordinator told me about it and I have the severe desire to come and watch it. At least I have my badge to explain why I'm there, in case anyone says anything.
My class reunion was canceled. :( I was actually starting to look forward to it. There wasn't enough interest in it to go ahead with the plans. As small of a class as we had, that is really surprising. I'd figure we'd all have to come and just see who was still living with their parents! Nah, we actually had a lot of successful people in our class. Several nurses, a college professor, one guy has even cut a record and it's going to be out soon. I'd heard snips of it and it's actually really good! There are a lot of other people who did well, and then a lot of people who just had a LOT of kids. One guy died and one girl went blind, so that's really sad. However, I'm pretty sure almost everyone did something productive at least. It would have been nice to see everyone, but oh well, I'm not going to cry about it. Most of them just thought I was weird, anyways, and probably think I joined some kind of hippy, Star Trek cult in Montana. Little do they know what an illustrious career I ended up with! : )
I've hurt my back and I have no idea how! I thought it happened when I fell out of my chair, but I'm pretty sure that it would have gone away by now. It hurts to sit for very long, but I don't really have much of a choice. I have to stand up and do yoga stretches every once in a while, so if you see me do this, or I stand up while I'm talking to you and contort myself, I'm not ignoring you! It just feelins like it needs to be popped, but doing that doesn't help! I spent 28 years avoiding sports to keep from stuff like this, so who knows where this came from!
I embarrassed this guy I work with yesterday. Well, actually, HE embarrassed himself, but only because A) he's a pervert and B)he misunderstood something I was talking about. I stopped to say hello to him on my way to return a security vest to the Bush Room. I held it up to look at it for the first time since picking it up and mentioned that it reminded me of my candy striper outfit. He kind of smiled at me and asked what outfit and I said "Oh, well, it was really just a vest like this, but stiped red and white." He got this look on his face that looked slightly letchorus and said "Oh really?" I said "Yeah, but I always wore it over a red skirt and white shirt, so it was a whole uniform. I was twelve at the time." He turned bright red and started stammering "Oh, you really worked in the hospital". Apparently he thought I was telling him about some weird...activities I participated in that involved dressing like a candy striper. Now, let's see if this man can look me in the eye again for the rest of the year!
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
UPDATE!
I got the following message from a friend of the friend I've been talking about for the past few days:
she went in for surgery about 7 am our time and is scheduled to be there for up to 18 hours...
They have decided to do a liver, small intestine, large intestine, stomach, pancreas, and spleen transplant, although some of that may change once they get in there and see what all they are dealing with... her mom said that the donor came from in-house, so they didn't have to transport the organs, which is good news...
So here's to hoping. Please remember to say a little prayer!
AND RANDOM PICTURENESS
The other day I was looking at some kind of randompost full of pictures and I came across this one:
I'm not sure why that strikes me as hilarious, but it does!
SOCKS!
I finally found some socks to replace the ones that I tore on New Years Eve. The colors are not as varied as the old ones, and the stripes are a little wider, but each toe is a different color,or almost, so they make me happy!
MY CO-WORKERS LOVE ME
I was out one day last week, and when I came back this was on my door:
That sign normally says "Gone To Class", so when people come to my door and it's closed, they don't wait out there all day knocking. However, Ed thought it would be funny to change it while I was away and hope I wouldn't notice. Oh, I noticed, and so did the mail guy and the fire marshall! It's a good thing I like Ed! : )
and one last picture I like to call FUN WITH PHOTOSHOP!
Last weekend I was messing around while some paint was drying and I decided to see if my Halloween false eyelashes looked like something I could wear out of the house. Well, I got a little carried away! : ) The picture is Photoshopped, of course, but the makeup and fan was real. I'm just glad nobody came to the door! That would have seemed strange, indeed!
I had a hard time not smiling when I took that picture. I look like a clown, plus I think I have eyes that are unusually big for my head. I think I'm part alien or something. So have a laugh on me, and I hope the rest of your day is wonderful!
I got the following message from a friend of the friend I've been talking about for the past few days:
she went in for surgery about 7 am our time and is scheduled to be there for up to 18 hours...
They have decided to do a liver, small intestine, large intestine, stomach, pancreas, and spleen transplant, although some of that may change once they get in there and see what all they are dealing with... her mom said that the donor came from in-house, so they didn't have to transport the organs, which is good news...
So here's to hoping. Please remember to say a little prayer!
AND RANDOM PICTURENESS
The other day I was looking at some kind of randompost full of pictures and I came across this one:
I'm not sure why that strikes me as hilarious, but it does!
SOCKS!
I finally found some socks to replace the ones that I tore on New Years Eve. The colors are not as varied as the old ones, and the stripes are a little wider, but each toe is a different color,or almost, so they make me happy!
MY CO-WORKERS LOVE ME
I was out one day last week, and when I came back this was on my door:
That sign normally says "Gone To Class", so when people come to my door and it's closed, they don't wait out there all day knocking. However, Ed thought it would be funny to change it while I was away and hope I wouldn't notice. Oh, I noticed, and so did the mail guy and the fire marshall! It's a good thing I like Ed! : )
and one last picture I like to call FUN WITH PHOTOSHOP!
Last weekend I was messing around while some paint was drying and I decided to see if my Halloween false eyelashes looked like something I could wear out of the house. Well, I got a little carried away! : ) The picture is Photoshopped, of course, but the makeup and fan was real. I'm just glad nobody came to the door! That would have seemed strange, indeed!
I had a hard time not smiling when I took that picture. I look like a clown, plus I think I have eyes that are unusually big for my head. I think I'm part alien or something. So have a laugh on me, and I hope the rest of your day is wonderful!
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
WELL, CRAP...
Yesterday when I got home, the friend I was talking about yesterday had written me an e-mail. Apparently when they got down to Miami, all of the organs she needed from her donor weren't viable, so the transplant surgery was a no go. So that sucks a lot, but at least she was put at the head of the list in case another donor with her match came available. The way the people drive in Miami, though, you wouldn't think she'd have to wait very long. She was back home yesterday aftrenoon.
For the love of PETE AND ALL OF HIS FAMILY...can't a sista get a liver?!
HOWEVER...
I got an e-mail from her again this morning saying that they got a call again at 5:00 this morning stating that another potential donor had become available and she and her mom had to go back to thte airport and fly back down to Miami again! So hopefully, as I type this, she's actually getting whatever she needs to have transplanted...planted.
May this be a reminder for all of us as to how important it is to be an organ donor! I mean, I hate the fact that someone has to kick it to provide someone else with an organ, but...geez.
Yesterday when I got home, the friend I was talking about yesterday had written me an e-mail. Apparently when they got down to Miami, all of the organs she needed from her donor weren't viable, so the transplant surgery was a no go. So that sucks a lot, but at least she was put at the head of the list in case another donor with her match came available. The way the people drive in Miami, though, you wouldn't think she'd have to wait very long. She was back home yesterday aftrenoon.
For the love of PETE AND ALL OF HIS FAMILY...can't a sista get a liver?!
HOWEVER...
I got an e-mail from her again this morning saying that they got a call again at 5:00 this morning stating that another potential donor had become available and she and her mom had to go back to thte airport and fly back down to Miami again! So hopefully, as I type this, she's actually getting whatever she needs to have transplanted...planted.
May this be a reminder for all of us as to how important it is to be an organ donor! I mean, I hate the fact that someone has to kick it to provide someone else with an organ, but...geez.
Monday, October 16, 2006
AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I'm so happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My friend, the one who was so sick and needed the liver and etc. transplants, got a donor!!!!!!!!!!!
She sent a mass e-mail message on Saturday morning while she was at the airport waiting for her flight to Miami. I didn't get it until this morning, but I cannot tell you how much better that makes my day! I haven't gotten any more messages from her mom, so I choose to believe that no news is good news.
She still has a long way to go and will still need prayers, so I hope that everyone who reads this will remember her and pray for her protection and for her to get well soon.
I've been in my office crying like a lunatic. I can only remember crying out of joy once in my life, but now I have done it twice. : )
WOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOO! I'll keep everyone posted!
My friend, the one who was so sick and needed the liver and etc. transplants, got a donor!!!!!!!!!!!
She sent a mass e-mail message on Saturday morning while she was at the airport waiting for her flight to Miami. I didn't get it until this morning, but I cannot tell you how much better that makes my day! I haven't gotten any more messages from her mom, so I choose to believe that no news is good news.
She still has a long way to go and will still need prayers, so I hope that everyone who reads this will remember her and pray for her protection and for her to get well soon.
I've been in my office crying like a lunatic. I can only remember crying out of joy once in my life, but now I have done it twice. : )
WOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOO! I'll keep everyone posted!
Friday, October 13, 2006
I KNEW IT!!!!
That smug little S.O.B of a teacher hated everything. Not just my stuff, but everything! There were some really and truly awesome designs and he dogged everyone. He said that he didn't even want to grade them as is, because he wouldn't be able to give more than a B- on the best one, so he wants us to go back and make the changes he requested...nay...demanded, and he will regrade them. It's not even that the designs were bad for the most part, they just weren't his style! Normally I like that teacher fine, but I wanted to smack him with my boot yesterday. *UGH*
Another thing that ticked me off about him. He has said that we couldn't turn in our work late unless we had the excuse of illness (documented), death (ours) or some other unavoidable and equally horrible thing. Well, Half-Naked-Italian-Exchange-Student didn't have her stuff in or ready to critique...so guess what the new rule is for this project? Those of us who busted our humps to get everything in on time will get 4 extra points...and anyone who was late will not get a penalty.
I would like to hook the eyes right out of his skull. Grrrrrrrrrrr.
In other, and much more plesant news...
Last night I went to Cullman to have dinner with Kenny! Well, we didn't end up eating anything since neither one of us were hungry, but we had a very lovely evening talking and once again learning how to make slideshow presentations on Flash. We finally figured out how to lazy-fy it so that Kenny doesn't have to make a whole new presentation every time he wants to. Goooooooooo us! Well, I say "we" figured it out, but it was really me. No matter what Kenny says.
He started out the evening scaring me to death, though. I was sitting in the rocking chair waiting on him, half asleep and my mind in a whole other dimention, when out of nowhere a set of keys hits me right in the chest. I'm not sure if you've ever been in the midst of a reverie and are suddenly assasulted with cold, metal objects, but it's kind of frightning. My first thought was...well, a very rude word, and then I realized that there was a set of keys hooked to my shirt. My next thought was, "I hope these are Kenny's keys, because I don't want to have to cut someone I have never met before...in Cullman no less." Apparently Kenny had not meant to crack my sternum with his keys, but only to throw them past me. He's just got really bad aim. :)
On the way home I had to take a detour because there was a gas leak somewhere on my route and they had blocked off Hwy 20, so that added some time to my getting home-ness, but it wasn't too bad.
It's cold in my office...FINALLY! I love fall. : )
That smug little S.O.B of a teacher hated everything. Not just my stuff, but everything! There were some really and truly awesome designs and he dogged everyone. He said that he didn't even want to grade them as is, because he wouldn't be able to give more than a B- on the best one, so he wants us to go back and make the changes he requested...nay...demanded, and he will regrade them. It's not even that the designs were bad for the most part, they just weren't his style! Normally I like that teacher fine, but I wanted to smack him with my boot yesterday. *UGH*
Another thing that ticked me off about him. He has said that we couldn't turn in our work late unless we had the excuse of illness (documented), death (ours) or some other unavoidable and equally horrible thing. Well, Half-Naked-Italian-Exchange-Student didn't have her stuff in or ready to critique...so guess what the new rule is for this project? Those of us who busted our humps to get everything in on time will get 4 extra points...and anyone who was late will not get a penalty.
I would like to hook the eyes right out of his skull. Grrrrrrrrrrr.
In other, and much more plesant news...
Last night I went to Cullman to have dinner with Kenny! Well, we didn't end up eating anything since neither one of us were hungry, but we had a very lovely evening talking and once again learning how to make slideshow presentations on Flash. We finally figured out how to lazy-fy it so that Kenny doesn't have to make a whole new presentation every time he wants to. Goooooooooo us! Well, I say "we" figured it out, but it was really me. No matter what Kenny says.
He started out the evening scaring me to death, though. I was sitting in the rocking chair waiting on him, half asleep and my mind in a whole other dimention, when out of nowhere a set of keys hits me right in the chest. I'm not sure if you've ever been in the midst of a reverie and are suddenly assasulted with cold, metal objects, but it's kind of frightning. My first thought was...well, a very rude word, and then I realized that there was a set of keys hooked to my shirt. My next thought was, "I hope these are Kenny's keys, because I don't want to have to cut someone I have never met before...in Cullman no less." Apparently Kenny had not meant to crack my sternum with his keys, but only to throw them past me. He's just got really bad aim. :)
On the way home I had to take a detour because there was a gas leak somewhere on my route and they had blocked off Hwy 20, so that added some time to my getting home-ness, but it wasn't too bad.
It's cold in my office...FINALLY! I love fall. : )
Thursday, October 12, 2006
An open letter to the iPod wearing, bicycle riding idiot I almost creamed with my car,
Dear guy,
I appreciate the fact that you live on campus and have the luxury of riding your bike around rather than driving a car. I can also appreciate the fact that you are doing this because that is one less SUV I have to battle for a parking place. However, please keep in mind that your bike is no match for my Seabring and I will run your butt over if you dart out in front of me without looking again. I also remember you from the other day when I was waking along the crosswalk and you almost hit me with your bike. I realize you probably have some really serious tunes streaming into your head via the white ear plugs, but that is no excuse for buzzing me with your Schwinn. I am not above suffering a broken leg if it means I get to kick you and your bike over in the middle of the street. Sorry to be mean about it, but people like you should be wearing a harness and be led around by your moms, if for no other reason than you have no idea how to propel yourself in public places.
Yours truly,
Kelly
ANYWAYS...
So! Guess who made an A- on her history exam? ME! Of course, why else would I take the time to write about it if it wasn't me? :) The teacher said I was off to a Good (underlined) start and all I need to work on is citing my sources. My essay on the Ara Pacis (Augustan Alter of Peace) was pretty much only marked because of that. *Spirit Fingers* That was a load off of my mind, quite honestly, because I was sure there were all kinds of holes in the thing. WHEW.
Today I had a Dr. appointment and I have a project due in my Graphics class. I'm unusually proud of how my project turned out, which is almost proof positive that the teacher will hate it. Oh well, I like it. He can bite me.
I am so tired. I haven't gotten my daily dose of caffine yet, so I expect to be freebasing Mountain Dew as soon as class is over.
Well, class is starting! I'll be back!
Dear guy,
I appreciate the fact that you live on campus and have the luxury of riding your bike around rather than driving a car. I can also appreciate the fact that you are doing this because that is one less SUV I have to battle for a parking place. However, please keep in mind that your bike is no match for my Seabring and I will run your butt over if you dart out in front of me without looking again. I also remember you from the other day when I was waking along the crosswalk and you almost hit me with your bike. I realize you probably have some really serious tunes streaming into your head via the white ear plugs, but that is no excuse for buzzing me with your Schwinn. I am not above suffering a broken leg if it means I get to kick you and your bike over in the middle of the street. Sorry to be mean about it, but people like you should be wearing a harness and be led around by your moms, if for no other reason than you have no idea how to propel yourself in public places.
Yours truly,
Kelly
ANYWAYS...
So! Guess who made an A- on her history exam? ME! Of course, why else would I take the time to write about it if it wasn't me? :) The teacher said I was off to a Good (underlined) start and all I need to work on is citing my sources. My essay on the Ara Pacis (Augustan Alter of Peace) was pretty much only marked because of that. *Spirit Fingers* That was a load off of my mind, quite honestly, because I was sure there were all kinds of holes in the thing. WHEW.
Today I had a Dr. appointment and I have a project due in my Graphics class. I'm unusually proud of how my project turned out, which is almost proof positive that the teacher will hate it. Oh well, I like it. He can bite me.
I am so tired. I haven't gotten my daily dose of caffine yet, so I expect to be freebasing Mountain Dew as soon as class is over.
Well, class is starting! I'll be back!
Monday, October 09, 2006
Looks like somebody's got a case of the Mondays. : )
Well, it's Monday again, folks. Once again the weekend seemed to be only long enough to do laundry and that sort of thing. I did have a nice weekend, though. What? You want to know what I did? OK!
WEEKEND UPDATE!
Friday didn't seem to ever want to end. I had been surprisingly busy catching up some older projects, so I stayed out of trouble. I had to apply decals to one of the new-ish trucks the Center bought from the city. When I got outside armed with my work kit and decals, I realized that they had parked on an incline. Therefore, the level I use when putting car decals on was rendered useless. Who knows if I got them on straight. After work, we had planned to go to dinner with everyone. Josh was late again, of course, but Shannon, Greg, Steve and I got there on time. We had a lot of fun, as we normally do, but we didn't get to go on and do anything else as a group because something complicated and technical happened at the SpaceDome while we were at Chili's, so Greg and Steve (because he's smart like that) went over to check it out. Apparently it was just some blown fuses or something of that nature and was easily fixed.
Saturday I was actually successful in getting some things done! I didn't let myself take a nap or anything. I cleaned the kitchen and did laundry, worked on some Christmas gifts I'm making and tidied up a bit. Not enough to make a difference, but enough that I wouldn't fall over anything in case I walked down the hallway. : ) Steve had gone to Birmingham to see the UAB game with Anthony, and I had an exam I needed to study for, but since there is really no place for me to study without major distractions, I took myself to the Coffee Tree to study there. I have since decided that my friend who sings there, the one who invited me there and then ignored me for two hours, was no longer dead to me, PLUS, I figured that if he was still going to ignore me I'd get more studying done. Surprisingly enough, he didn't ignore me, I did actually get to study, and I had a great time. Bolstered by the largest latte I'd actually ever seen, I learned quite a bit about Roman structures and what they are used for. I also sang with Jason's band, uninvited, because I grabbed the drummer's maracas and played along with a few of their songs. Maracas, you say? Yep. Amazingly enough, they use some auxilliry percussion with some of their songs. I felt like the little tambourine girl from the Partridge family, but I didn't care. It was fun. Poor Steve got home from the ballgame feeling sick. I was cold from eating ice cream, so we couldn't tell if he had a fever. I tried using the ear thermometer thingie, but it was stuck on celcius, so we had no idea what his temperature was. :(
Sunday we woke up and Steve was still sick. I got ready for church and decided to wear my new tweed suit before I add all of the Space Camp stuff to it. I had already hemmed it (I had to cut 4 inches off of the skirt. Who do they make these things for?!) and when I put it on, I was once again assured that it was not my style. I looked like Daisy Duke had eaten Allie McBeal. Steve said I looked alright, though, so I didn't change. I was late getting to church because I had overslept, plus there was a horrible wreck on the road that I take to church. I tried to cut through the block of subdivisions nearby, but only ended up in a cul-de-sac and right back on the road I started out on. Luckily the clean up was almost done, so I was able to get around it. I did get there in time to do my secretary stuff, so it wasn't a big deal. It was kind of funny. A lot of people who saw me said I looked "so nice!" and "you look so pretty!" I'm not complaining, trust me, I don't get that very often.:) However, I couldn't figure out why I was getting all of these compliments until Matt, my dear friend Matt, who has the same problem as I do about foot in mouth issues, came up to me. He saw me and said "Wow, you don't look like yourself today." I explained about the suit and what I was going to use it for. I ended by saying "It's not really my style I guess." Matt said "No, it isn't! You look so modest and ladylike!"
Wow.
Since he didn't realize what he just said, I didn't mention it, but it took everything I had not to laugh. It's good to know somebody notices that I try to dress like the whore of Babylon on Sundays! I was beginning to think my efforts were in vain! :) I probably would have been insulted had he not been so simply honest about it, so it was more funny than anything. It was also the day we had the Lord's Supper. When I got passed the little plate of chicklet sized bread thingies, I don't know what happened, but I picked one up and smashed the thing to bits. It was like "HULK LOVE JESUS! HULK SMASH!" I had tiny bits of the body of Christ all over my lap. I'm glad we don't believe in transubstantiation. That would have probably pinched. I didn't think it was appropriate to brush communion wafers into the floor, so I picked the tiny pieces of unlevened bread off of my skirt and piled them onto the biggest piece I had left. I'm glad it took a few minutes before the preacher gave us the go ahead to eat it so that I could get it all.
Later that day, Steve was still sick and I had to study some more, so he slept while I had some quiet to write my preliminary essay about the Ara Pacis. Fun stuff...let me tell you!
When it was finally time to go to bed, Steve and I were lying there talking for a minute. I had my head on his leg and when I was moving to put my head on my pillow, I made a noise that made Steve think I was going to tickle him. I promise you, my hands never moved and I didn't have any intentions of actually tickling him, but he went into Arasha Cage Ninja mode and moved his arm to protect himself. When he did this, he elbowed me so hard in the back of the head that I saw stars. I had to lie there for a long time just holding my head to keep my brains in. I swear, little sparks of light danced in front of my eyes. He said I hurt his elbow and then I spent the next twenty minutes or so making him feel guilty for doing a wrestling moved to the back of my head. Then we both started laughing and couldn't stop. I have a big lump on the back of my head this morning, and Steve has a bruised elbow.
I'm going to have to start sleeping in a football helmet! :)
Well, it's Monday again, folks. Once again the weekend seemed to be only long enough to do laundry and that sort of thing. I did have a nice weekend, though. What? You want to know what I did? OK!
WEEKEND UPDATE!
Friday didn't seem to ever want to end. I had been surprisingly busy catching up some older projects, so I stayed out of trouble. I had to apply decals to one of the new-ish trucks the Center bought from the city. When I got outside armed with my work kit and decals, I realized that they had parked on an incline. Therefore, the level I use when putting car decals on was rendered useless. Who knows if I got them on straight. After work, we had planned to go to dinner with everyone. Josh was late again, of course, but Shannon, Greg, Steve and I got there on time. We had a lot of fun, as we normally do, but we didn't get to go on and do anything else as a group because something complicated and technical happened at the SpaceDome while we were at Chili's, so Greg and Steve (because he's smart like that) went over to check it out. Apparently it was just some blown fuses or something of that nature and was easily fixed.
Saturday I was actually successful in getting some things done! I didn't let myself take a nap or anything. I cleaned the kitchen and did laundry, worked on some Christmas gifts I'm making and tidied up a bit. Not enough to make a difference, but enough that I wouldn't fall over anything in case I walked down the hallway. : ) Steve had gone to Birmingham to see the UAB game with Anthony, and I had an exam I needed to study for, but since there is really no place for me to study without major distractions, I took myself to the Coffee Tree to study there. I have since decided that my friend who sings there, the one who invited me there and then ignored me for two hours, was no longer dead to me, PLUS, I figured that if he was still going to ignore me I'd get more studying done. Surprisingly enough, he didn't ignore me, I did actually get to study, and I had a great time. Bolstered by the largest latte I'd actually ever seen, I learned quite a bit about Roman structures and what they are used for. I also sang with Jason's band, uninvited, because I grabbed the drummer's maracas and played along with a few of their songs. Maracas, you say? Yep. Amazingly enough, they use some auxilliry percussion with some of their songs. I felt like the little tambourine girl from the Partridge family, but I didn't care. It was fun. Poor Steve got home from the ballgame feeling sick. I was cold from eating ice cream, so we couldn't tell if he had a fever. I tried using the ear thermometer thingie, but it was stuck on celcius, so we had no idea what his temperature was. :(
Sunday we woke up and Steve was still sick. I got ready for church and decided to wear my new tweed suit before I add all of the Space Camp stuff to it. I had already hemmed it (I had to cut 4 inches off of the skirt. Who do they make these things for?!) and when I put it on, I was once again assured that it was not my style. I looked like Daisy Duke had eaten Allie McBeal. Steve said I looked alright, though, so I didn't change. I was late getting to church because I had overslept, plus there was a horrible wreck on the road that I take to church. I tried to cut through the block of subdivisions nearby, but only ended up in a cul-de-sac and right back on the road I started out on. Luckily the clean up was almost done, so I was able to get around it. I did get there in time to do my secretary stuff, so it wasn't a big deal. It was kind of funny. A lot of people who saw me said I looked "so nice!" and "you look so pretty!" I'm not complaining, trust me, I don't get that very often.:) However, I couldn't figure out why I was getting all of these compliments until Matt, my dear friend Matt, who has the same problem as I do about foot in mouth issues, came up to me. He saw me and said "Wow, you don't look like yourself today." I explained about the suit and what I was going to use it for. I ended by saying "It's not really my style I guess." Matt said "No, it isn't! You look so modest and ladylike!"
Wow.
Since he didn't realize what he just said, I didn't mention it, but it took everything I had not to laugh. It's good to know somebody notices that I try to dress like the whore of Babylon on Sundays! I was beginning to think my efforts were in vain! :) I probably would have been insulted had he not been so simply honest about it, so it was more funny than anything. It was also the day we had the Lord's Supper. When I got passed the little plate of chicklet sized bread thingies, I don't know what happened, but I picked one up and smashed the thing to bits. It was like "HULK LOVE JESUS! HULK SMASH!" I had tiny bits of the body of Christ all over my lap. I'm glad we don't believe in transubstantiation. That would have probably pinched. I didn't think it was appropriate to brush communion wafers into the floor, so I picked the tiny pieces of unlevened bread off of my skirt and piled them onto the biggest piece I had left. I'm glad it took a few minutes before the preacher gave us the go ahead to eat it so that I could get it all.
Later that day, Steve was still sick and I had to study some more, so he slept while I had some quiet to write my preliminary essay about the Ara Pacis. Fun stuff...let me tell you!
When it was finally time to go to bed, Steve and I were lying there talking for a minute. I had my head on his leg and when I was moving to put my head on my pillow, I made a noise that made Steve think I was going to tickle him. I promise you, my hands never moved and I didn't have any intentions of actually tickling him, but he went into Arasha Cage Ninja mode and moved his arm to protect himself. When he did this, he elbowed me so hard in the back of the head that I saw stars. I had to lie there for a long time just holding my head to keep my brains in. I swear, little sparks of light danced in front of my eyes. He said I hurt his elbow and then I spent the next twenty minutes or so making him feel guilty for doing a wrestling moved to the back of my head. Then we both started laughing and couldn't stop. I have a big lump on the back of my head this morning, and Steve has a bruised elbow.
I'm going to have to start sleeping in a football helmet! :)
Friday, October 06, 2006
RANDOM LINKIES!
*You've got to be kidding me. Bling H20. Isn't this one of the signs of the apocolypse?
*If you love cuteness as much as I do, get an overload of it! Cute Overload.
*Fark! Fark! Fark!
*In the mood for something strange? Strange Products.
*Junk Food Blog. Pretty self explanitory.
Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you my latest embarrassment. :(
Wednesday I came to work wearing a shirt that has a very generous neckline. Normrally I have to pin it up to keep some things mysterious between me and the rest of the world, but I was in such a hurry to get to work that I forgot the pins. Long story short...I know-I couldn't believe it was possible either...I stopped to speak to the head of security and his assistant on my way to my office and I accidentally flashed them. *dies*
I suppose to look on the bright side, I shouldn't have much of a problem getting an armed escort to my car should I need one!
*You've got to be kidding me. Bling H20. Isn't this one of the signs of the apocolypse?
*If you love cuteness as much as I do, get an overload of it! Cute Overload.
*Fark! Fark! Fark!
*In the mood for something strange? Strange Products.
*Junk Food Blog. Pretty self explanitory.
Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you my latest embarrassment. :(
Wednesday I came to work wearing a shirt that has a very generous neckline. Normrally I have to pin it up to keep some things mysterious between me and the rest of the world, but I was in such a hurry to get to work that I forgot the pins. Long story short...I know-I couldn't believe it was possible either...I stopped to speak to the head of security and his assistant on my way to my office and I accidentally flashed them. *dies*
I suppose to look on the bright side, I shouldn't have much of a problem getting an armed escort to my car should I need one!
Thursday, October 05, 2006
*crawls out from under desk*
Sorry about the episode yesterday. It dawned on me fairly suddenly that I'm stressed. Since it would be imprudent to actually throw a fit and break things, I felt it would be cathartic to express myself in writing. Although the satisfying sound of breaking glass didn't accompany it, it did make me feel better. : )
...BECAUSE THERE IS NO "I" IN TEAM
Since I work for the marketing department of the SpRocket, I have to go to a weekly meeting where I am probably the person least able to contribute anything to it. Since I mainly work in house, I don't have a great deal of things to tell them about when we go around the room and talk about what we're working on. In fact, it's become somewhat of a joke that when it's my turn to speak, all I have to do is say "Signs" and they nod and move on. Even though I don't have a real function in marketing, except for making the signs that other people take on trips and such, I still have to be a team player when it comes to departmental events.
The SpRocket is a big supporter of the United Way and every year we have several big fund raising activities. This year we are once again having a Chili Cookoff with "celebrity" (koff koff) judges and everything. However, since we are also having the big kickoff for the 25th Anniversary of Space Camp (trumpet fanfare) at the same time, we are going to be doing some things to bring that to the forefront and tie it in with our United Way events. Our VP is a big believer in making this anniversary a big deal, and she told us at the meeting yesterday that she wanted everyone in our department to participate in some way. I've never made chili in my life, so that was a negative for me, not to mention that each pot of chili has to be made with 25 ingredients to be entered this year. Just the thought of that scares me! I also have the problem with people not trusting anything I cook, so I refused to bake or cook anything else that I will just have to throw away later. There was really only one other alternative, and that was to volunteer to dress up as a "Pink Lady." No, not the Pink Ladies from Grease, just FYI. Apparently when they began Space Camp, they had a character called the "Pink Lady" who was basically a stewardess who wore a pink suit that had Space Camp logos on the hat and coat. Very frightening. I'm all about wearing costumes, so I said I would do that and come to the chili cookoff and do whatever it is a "Pink Lady" is supposed to do. I had to go to Wal-Mart and buy a very Jackie Kennedy lavender-ish (closest thing that they had to pink) tweed suit, which is SO not my style, and I have to figure out how to make a pillbox hat to match, but I have a plan. They said I could get creative with the costume, so I'm going to change all the buttons, trim it in black, shorten the skirt and see if I can't make it a little more interesting. As soon as I have it done, pictures will be posted. : )
Now, if you don't mind, I have some work to do.
Sorry about the episode yesterday. It dawned on me fairly suddenly that I'm stressed. Since it would be imprudent to actually throw a fit and break things, I felt it would be cathartic to express myself in writing. Although the satisfying sound of breaking glass didn't accompany it, it did make me feel better. : )
...BECAUSE THERE IS NO "I" IN TEAM
Since I work for the marketing department of the SpRocket, I have to go to a weekly meeting where I am probably the person least able to contribute anything to it. Since I mainly work in house, I don't have a great deal of things to tell them about when we go around the room and talk about what we're working on. In fact, it's become somewhat of a joke that when it's my turn to speak, all I have to do is say "Signs" and they nod and move on. Even though I don't have a real function in marketing, except for making the signs that other people take on trips and such, I still have to be a team player when it comes to departmental events.
The SpRocket is a big supporter of the United Way and every year we have several big fund raising activities. This year we are once again having a Chili Cookoff with "celebrity" (koff koff) judges and everything. However, since we are also having the big kickoff for the 25th Anniversary of Space Camp (trumpet fanfare) at the same time, we are going to be doing some things to bring that to the forefront and tie it in with our United Way events. Our VP is a big believer in making this anniversary a big deal, and she told us at the meeting yesterday that she wanted everyone in our department to participate in some way. I've never made chili in my life, so that was a negative for me, not to mention that each pot of chili has to be made with 25 ingredients to be entered this year. Just the thought of that scares me! I also have the problem with people not trusting anything I cook, so I refused to bake or cook anything else that I will just have to throw away later. There was really only one other alternative, and that was to volunteer to dress up as a "Pink Lady." No, not the Pink Ladies from Grease, just FYI. Apparently when they began Space Camp, they had a character called the "Pink Lady" who was basically a stewardess who wore a pink suit that had Space Camp logos on the hat and coat. Very frightening. I'm all about wearing costumes, so I said I would do that and come to the chili cookoff and do whatever it is a "Pink Lady" is supposed to do. I had to go to Wal-Mart and buy a very Jackie Kennedy lavender-ish (closest thing that they had to pink) tweed suit, which is SO not my style, and I have to figure out how to make a pillbox hat to match, but I have a plan. They said I could get creative with the costume, so I'm going to change all the buttons, trim it in black, shorten the skirt and see if I can't make it a little more interesting. As soon as I have it done, pictures will be posted. : )
Now, if you don't mind, I have some work to do.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
*large intake of breath*
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*throws shoes and other small objects and breaks windows as well as scaring the guy in the next office who closes his door in case I've finally snapped and brought a gun to work and plan on picking off my co-workers (luckily this isn't the case)*
*Another intake of breath*
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*slams office door and rips things off of the walls and takes it all out on the roof and throws it over the side, narrowly missing a group of school children on a fieldtrip.*
*walks back inside, crawls under the desk and remains there in the fetal position for the remainder of the day*
This mental breakdown was brought to you today by the letters K and R and by the number 3.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*throws shoes and other small objects and breaks windows as well as scaring the guy in the next office who closes his door in case I've finally snapped and brought a gun to work and plan on picking off my co-workers (luckily this isn't the case)*
*Another intake of breath*
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*slams office door and rips things off of the walls and takes it all out on the roof and throws it over the side, narrowly missing a group of school children on a fieldtrip.*
*walks back inside, crawls under the desk and remains there in the fetal position for the remainder of the day*
This mental breakdown was brought to you today by the letters K and R and by the number 3.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Yesterday I was being stalked by a giant praying mantis. I'm not exaggerating when I say giant because that thing was about 6 inches long. I have never seen a praying mantis that huge before and I honestly hope never to see another one.
As I've mentioned, because the air conditioner has been broken, we've been leaving the roof access doors open to let some air in. Luckily they come equipped with screened doors and mine just happened to be closed. I saw what I thought was a stick somehow caught on the screen door, but when I got close enough, it moved. I immediately got the heebs. I threw stuff at the screen and yelled at it to go away, but that didn't work. It just stood there, watching me. It hung around watching me for 4 hours. Nothing I could do or say would make it fly, or whatever praying manti do for transport, away. I finally had to close the glass door and tape up the opening where the lock would go (if I had one) because I felt that if somehow that thing got into the screen door around the edges and got into my office, I would die. I'd literally die. You could see it's PUPILS it was so big, and it followed me as I walked around the office because I'd be at my drafting table, and it would be looking in the window. I would go to my desk and it would climb back onto the screen door. Why is it when you finally realize you're scared to death of something, they seem to be EVERYWHERE!
I'm getting the creeps again just thinking about it. Bleh........*shudder*
As I've mentioned, because the air conditioner has been broken, we've been leaving the roof access doors open to let some air in. Luckily they come equipped with screened doors and mine just happened to be closed. I saw what I thought was a stick somehow caught on the screen door, but when I got close enough, it moved. I immediately got the heebs. I threw stuff at the screen and yelled at it to go away, but that didn't work. It just stood there, watching me. It hung around watching me for 4 hours. Nothing I could do or say would make it fly, or whatever praying manti do for transport, away. I finally had to close the glass door and tape up the opening where the lock would go (if I had one) because I felt that if somehow that thing got into the screen door around the edges and got into my office, I would die. I'd literally die. You could see it's PUPILS it was so big, and it followed me as I walked around the office because I'd be at my drafting table, and it would be looking in the window. I would go to my desk and it would climb back onto the screen door. Why is it when you finally realize you're scared to death of something, they seem to be EVERYWHERE!
I'm getting the creeps again just thinking about it. Bleh........*shudder*
Monday, October 02, 2006
Something weird is going on.
I've lost two things lately that bother me, simply because I don't see how I've lost them.
I lost a gallon jug of milk. Steve said he didn't throw any away and I certainly know I didn't throw it away. How can one lose a gallon of milk?
I also lost my office wrist rest. It had torn open and I needed to sew it up, so I set it aside until I got around to it. I then reached over several days later to fix it, and it was gone. I know I didn't move it, and I know I didn't throw it away, but it's gone.
*Twilight Zone music*
I've lost two things lately that bother me, simply because I don't see how I've lost them.
I lost a gallon jug of milk. Steve said he didn't throw any away and I certainly know I didn't throw it away. How can one lose a gallon of milk?
I also lost my office wrist rest. It had torn open and I needed to sew it up, so I set it aside until I got around to it. I then reached over several days later to fix it, and it was gone. I know I didn't move it, and I know I didn't throw it away, but it's gone.
*Twilight Zone music*
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Weekend Update! Woooooo!
Well, as a whole my weekend was interesting for one good reason. I got to expirence first hand what bad withdrawl is like. Since my last trip to the doctor, I have been doing a drug trial for an...illness I suppose you can call it...I have. The medicine has had some not-so-great side effects, but it has been somewhat useful in helping me. My doctor had given me enough of the medicine to last two months, but unfortunately, I didn't have enough to make it from one appointment to another. Since I am hoping to try another kind of medicine, and didn't want to pay for part of a prescription of this stuff I didn't like, I ill advisedly decided I would just not worry about it and just wait until I went back to the doctor to worry about anything.
Bad idea.
Apparently, this medicine can't be stopped cold turkey. So for several days now, I've alternately been so wired I couldn't sleep, so sleepy I couldn't stay awake, breaking out into a sweat, freezing to death, shaking so hard I could barely hold a pencil and having to walk hunched over like a little old woman because my back hurt so bad. Also, and I have to admit I thought this one was funny, several times I'd get up and just fall over sideways. Luckily I was always able to catch myself before hitting the floor! Not so much fun, all in all. However, I do have a very dear friend who was once on this medication and he passed on enough to me to get me to my next appointment. I hate it, but it's better than the alternative!
Other than that, I had a very nice weekend!
Friday night Steve and I didn't go anywhere specific. We just hung out. Actually, Steve fell asleep for a while when he came home from work, I made burritos, and we ended up watching Sling Blade. Well, actually, Steve watched Sling Blade and I listened to it from another room. I watched the beginning of it and decided it was too sad. I enjoyed what I heard, but of course I ended up crying at the end. I don't like movies that make me cry!
I don't like to cry in front of other people, not even Steve. If you've ever seen me cry, one of three things has happened: A)You have caught me in the midst of a despair that I can't fake my way out of. B) You have hurt my feelings and I couldn't get away from you fast enough to cry in the privacy of a bathroom or closet somewhere, or C) The Notebook is on. However, I digress.
So after the movie goes off, Steve is walking around talking like the Sling Blade guy. I had to threaten him with bodily harm to make him stop.
Saturday Steve went to Six Flags with some folks from church and I spent the morning shopping with my favorite Evil Monkey. Sara and I went to the mall to try and find her a dress to wear for our class reunion. We found out quickly that her failsafe reserve dress and the dress I'm going to wear are the same (in different colors) so we went everywhere in the mall that could possibly have a dress she could get. No dice, though. We've found that with this heinous 80s revival thing going on, most appropriately dressy dresses are fugly. She did try on several nice ones, but didn't find anything she loved enough to get. I'm thinking we are just going to have to accesorize differently so that no one thinks we Pookie-Dressed on purpose! :) Later that evening, after the scary one and I parted ways, I made a run to the dollar store to get some paper towels and heeded the call of Cheeburger Cheeburger. I haven't had a burger from there in so long...*drool* I got one to go and spent my dinner time watching a Spongebob Squarepants marathon. Don't blame me for that one, I still can't figure out how to play a DVD.
Sunday I went to church but had to come home before service started because my back hurt too badly to sit up for very long. I went to my parent's for lunch and found out that the auction of my grandmother's property had happened the day before and everything was gone. :( I knew it was coming, and I shouldn't be sad, but I am. Although I got everything of hers that I could have possibly wanted, I still don't like the fact that now other people own her stuff. The thing that made me the saddest was that they sold the wooden high chair. Honestly, I don't know if I'll ever want to have kids, but I guess I always thought that if I did have them, they'd get to sit in it like every other child in our family has. Oh well. Once I got home, my back was hurting again so badly that I had to lie down again and I was in another episode of shaking, freezing and falling over, so I stayed home from church that night. Luckily I was able to get the back up medicine before I went to bed that night and now feel much better.
That is all.
Well, as a whole my weekend was interesting for one good reason. I got to expirence first hand what bad withdrawl is like. Since my last trip to the doctor, I have been doing a drug trial for an...illness I suppose you can call it...I have. The medicine has had some not-so-great side effects, but it has been somewhat useful in helping me. My doctor had given me enough of the medicine to last two months, but unfortunately, I didn't have enough to make it from one appointment to another. Since I am hoping to try another kind of medicine, and didn't want to pay for part of a prescription of this stuff I didn't like, I ill advisedly decided I would just not worry about it and just wait until I went back to the doctor to worry about anything.
Bad idea.
Apparently, this medicine can't be stopped cold turkey. So for several days now, I've alternately been so wired I couldn't sleep, so sleepy I couldn't stay awake, breaking out into a sweat, freezing to death, shaking so hard I could barely hold a pencil and having to walk hunched over like a little old woman because my back hurt so bad. Also, and I have to admit I thought this one was funny, several times I'd get up and just fall over sideways. Luckily I was always able to catch myself before hitting the floor! Not so much fun, all in all. However, I do have a very dear friend who was once on this medication and he passed on enough to me to get me to my next appointment. I hate it, but it's better than the alternative!
Other than that, I had a very nice weekend!
Friday night Steve and I didn't go anywhere specific. We just hung out. Actually, Steve fell asleep for a while when he came home from work, I made burritos, and we ended up watching Sling Blade. Well, actually, Steve watched Sling Blade and I listened to it from another room. I watched the beginning of it and decided it was too sad. I enjoyed what I heard, but of course I ended up crying at the end. I don't like movies that make me cry!
I don't like to cry in front of other people, not even Steve. If you've ever seen me cry, one of three things has happened: A)You have caught me in the midst of a despair that I can't fake my way out of. B) You have hurt my feelings and I couldn't get away from you fast enough to cry in the privacy of a bathroom or closet somewhere, or C) The Notebook is on. However, I digress.
So after the movie goes off, Steve is walking around talking like the Sling Blade guy. I had to threaten him with bodily harm to make him stop.
Saturday Steve went to Six Flags with some folks from church and I spent the morning shopping with my favorite Evil Monkey. Sara and I went to the mall to try and find her a dress to wear for our class reunion. We found out quickly that her failsafe reserve dress and the dress I'm going to wear are the same (in different colors) so we went everywhere in the mall that could possibly have a dress she could get. No dice, though. We've found that with this heinous 80s revival thing going on, most appropriately dressy dresses are fugly. She did try on several nice ones, but didn't find anything she loved enough to get. I'm thinking we are just going to have to accesorize differently so that no one thinks we Pookie-Dressed on purpose! :) Later that evening, after the scary one and I parted ways, I made a run to the dollar store to get some paper towels and heeded the call of Cheeburger Cheeburger. I haven't had a burger from there in so long...*drool* I got one to go and spent my dinner time watching a Spongebob Squarepants marathon. Don't blame me for that one, I still can't figure out how to play a DVD.
Sunday I went to church but had to come home before service started because my back hurt too badly to sit up for very long. I went to my parent's for lunch and found out that the auction of my grandmother's property had happened the day before and everything was gone. :( I knew it was coming, and I shouldn't be sad, but I am. Although I got everything of hers that I could have possibly wanted, I still don't like the fact that now other people own her stuff. The thing that made me the saddest was that they sold the wooden high chair. Honestly, I don't know if I'll ever want to have kids, but I guess I always thought that if I did have them, they'd get to sit in it like every other child in our family has. Oh well. Once I got home, my back was hurting again so badly that I had to lie down again and I was in another episode of shaking, freezing and falling over, so I stayed home from church that night. Luckily I was able to get the back up medicine before I went to bed that night and now feel much better.
That is all.
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