I'm going to go ahead and say my little bit about the whole Saddam thing and get it over with.
The whole thing makes me feel really weird.
Here we are, reportedly a country of civilized, (mostly) God fearing people who are cheering about someone being hanged. Don't get me wrong, I'm all about capitol punishment when deserved, and I can think of few people who deserved it as much as Saddam Hussein. He was bad and evil, scary in the same way that Hitler was scary. I also believe he was crazy, probably crazier than most people think. You could just feel that something evil was looking out of his eyes at you.
But I can't seem to be glad that he was executed. I mean, I'm not sorry he's gone. I'm glad that no one has to worry about his brand of crazy anymore and I'm glad that he's not ever going to hurt anyone ever again, but being glad that someone was hanged just feels too creepy to me. I think maybe it makes me sad that things like this have to happen in our world today. That, and so many people seem to have this self-righteous glee about it all. I don't know.
I just don't like hurt. It's hard to explain exactly how I feel about it, though.
I know he deserved it, but I hope no one expects me to cheer about it either.
Gah, I'm probably going to be accused of being a liberal. Of course, if I were glad about it, I'd be accused of being conservative. *shakes head* I'm danged either way!
Friday, December 29, 2006
Ahhhhhhhhhh.
That was me being relaxed.
My yearly temporary firing began this week and I've taken this time to sleep...and sleep, and sleep and sleep. Oh, and clean! My house had literally gotten so messy and dirty that I didn't like walking barefoot. No one's house should ever be that gross, but alas, mine had gotten that bad. With school and work, I had basically told my house to go screw itself, and it did. For the past three days, I have cleaned like a mad woman. Well, like a mad woman who naps a lot. : ) I even got down and scrubbed the bathroom floor. That was pretty disgusting, but at least it's cleaner.
By the way, I hate tile floors. I hate white tile floors even more. Guess what kind of floor my bathroom has?
I've been working on my kitchen/dining room today, and I'm still not done - but I'm close. I mopped and everything. Now I just have to clean off the table, or as Steve and I like to call it, the surface where everything we don't know what to do with goes. I've literally not seen the surface of my table since October. It's like a archaeological dig in there. I'm afraid I'm going to find the Ark of the Covenant in there underneath some old magazines and it'll burn my face off. If you don't hear from me for a few days, call the "Top Men."
Now if you will excuse me, I have to go and unearth another layer of my table!
: )
That was me being relaxed.
My yearly temporary firing began this week and I've taken this time to sleep...and sleep, and sleep and sleep. Oh, and clean! My house had literally gotten so messy and dirty that I didn't like walking barefoot. No one's house should ever be that gross, but alas, mine had gotten that bad. With school and work, I had basically told my house to go screw itself, and it did. For the past three days, I have cleaned like a mad woman. Well, like a mad woman who naps a lot. : ) I even got down and scrubbed the bathroom floor. That was pretty disgusting, but at least it's cleaner.
By the way, I hate tile floors. I hate white tile floors even more. Guess what kind of floor my bathroom has?
I've been working on my kitchen/dining room today, and I'm still not done - but I'm close. I mopped and everything. Now I just have to clean off the table, or as Steve and I like to call it, the surface where everything we don't know what to do with goes. I've literally not seen the surface of my table since October. It's like a archaeological dig in there. I'm afraid I'm going to find the Ark of the Covenant in there underneath some old magazines and it'll burn my face off. If you don't hear from me for a few days, call the "Top Men."
Now if you will excuse me, I have to go and unearth another layer of my table!
: )
Thursday, December 28, 2006
2006: A "What Now" Retrospective.
If I were a chicka of few words, I could sum up my thoughts on 2006 in three words:
This Year Sucked.
However, I am not a chicka of few words PLUS I'm sure several of you are probably saying to yourselves, "Wha? She's kidding, right? This year has been so great I've been puking rainbows each month!" Well, for some of you, that may be true. For me, not so much.
Now, before you roll your eyes at me and tell me to get over it, let me just say this: Yes, I know it could be worse. It's not as bad as it could get, and I understand that clearly. In fact, I know even through all of the suckage, that I am blessed beyond what I deserve. So please spare me the lectures on that, because you know what? I already know. You know what else? My year still sucked.
So why did my year suck?
This year I had to deal with the deaths of two very special people in my life. I was actually there when one of them died, and I found out that death isn't peaceful, it isn't beautiful, and no matter how much better off they may be, it doesn't make it any easier to say goodbye.
I've had to watch people I love dearly suffer, and there was nothing I could do to make things better. For someone who always wants to make things better, that is a jagged pill to swallow. Sometimes you just can't do anything, and that kind of helplessness is painful. I've also learned that being the person who always wants to make things better, sometimes makes people think that you don't need help yourself. They think you will be okay, so they don't ask you how you are, or offer sympathy, or give you a shoulder to cry on. Let me be the one to say, that isn't true. Even the most cheerful seeming person still hurts.
I've found out that no matter how much you love someone and do things to make them happy, sometimes they take and never give back. They look at you like you're a vending machine and all they have to do is push a button to get what they want. They never think about who's going to restock it once it's empty.
I've learned that sometimes you have to smile, even when someone is hurting you, because if they find out that you feel anything other than perfect contentment, they will drop you like a hot rock. I've also learned that even though you know this about them, you do it willingly because they are still important to you. In a way, that makes it worse.
I've found out that sometimes I hurt people and don't even realize it. Having an opinion and telling it isn't always the best way to handle a situation.
Sometimes your own brain can confuse you to the point where you think your going crazy.
Sometimes you don't know how to tell people how you feel.
Sometimes people just don't care how you feel, even when they tell you they do, even when they convince themselves that they do. Actions will always speak louder than words.
Sometimes people forget you. Replace you. Don't need you anymore. Ignore you. Sometimes you become invisible, no matter how hard you try not to.
My doctor wouldn't listen to me when I told him I thought something was wrong. I almost drove my car into the side of a building...so I got a second opinion. Three months later I was put on medicine to correct a chemical imbalance that had me convinced that no one would miss me if I were to die.
I've known these things before, but I hadn't had to deal with them all at once until this year. So yeah, my year sucked.
However, there were some good things. Don't get me wrong, every single day wasn't utter crap. In fact, there were periods of time where I was actually happy.
I know this isn't my usual happy-go-lucky kind of post, and I'm sorry. However, I just wanted to vent.
Here's hoping 2007 is better, for me anyway! For all of you who've been puking rainbows, may your year be even better.
Cheers.
If I were a chicka of few words, I could sum up my thoughts on 2006 in three words:
This Year Sucked.
However, I am not a chicka of few words PLUS I'm sure several of you are probably saying to yourselves, "Wha? She's kidding, right? This year has been so great I've been puking rainbows each month!" Well, for some of you, that may be true. For me, not so much.
Now, before you roll your eyes at me and tell me to get over it, let me just say this: Yes, I know it could be worse. It's not as bad as it could get, and I understand that clearly. In fact, I know even through all of the suckage, that I am blessed beyond what I deserve. So please spare me the lectures on that, because you know what? I already know. You know what else? My year still sucked.
So why did my year suck?
This year I had to deal with the deaths of two very special people in my life. I was actually there when one of them died, and I found out that death isn't peaceful, it isn't beautiful, and no matter how much better off they may be, it doesn't make it any easier to say goodbye.
I've had to watch people I love dearly suffer, and there was nothing I could do to make things better. For someone who always wants to make things better, that is a jagged pill to swallow. Sometimes you just can't do anything, and that kind of helplessness is painful. I've also learned that being the person who always wants to make things better, sometimes makes people think that you don't need help yourself. They think you will be okay, so they don't ask you how you are, or offer sympathy, or give you a shoulder to cry on. Let me be the one to say, that isn't true. Even the most cheerful seeming person still hurts.
I've found out that no matter how much you love someone and do things to make them happy, sometimes they take and never give back. They look at you like you're a vending machine and all they have to do is push a button to get what they want. They never think about who's going to restock it once it's empty.
I've learned that sometimes you have to smile, even when someone is hurting you, because if they find out that you feel anything other than perfect contentment, they will drop you like a hot rock. I've also learned that even though you know this about them, you do it willingly because they are still important to you. In a way, that makes it worse.
I've found out that sometimes I hurt people and don't even realize it. Having an opinion and telling it isn't always the best way to handle a situation.
Sometimes your own brain can confuse you to the point where you think your going crazy.
Sometimes you don't know how to tell people how you feel.
Sometimes people just don't care how you feel, even when they tell you they do, even when they convince themselves that they do. Actions will always speak louder than words.
Sometimes people forget you. Replace you. Don't need you anymore. Ignore you. Sometimes you become invisible, no matter how hard you try not to.
My doctor wouldn't listen to me when I told him I thought something was wrong. I almost drove my car into the side of a building...so I got a second opinion. Three months later I was put on medicine to correct a chemical imbalance that had me convinced that no one would miss me if I were to die.
I've known these things before, but I hadn't had to deal with them all at once until this year. So yeah, my year sucked.
However, there were some good things. Don't get me wrong, every single day wasn't utter crap. In fact, there were periods of time where I was actually happy.
I know this isn't my usual happy-go-lucky kind of post, and I'm sorry. However, I just wanted to vent.
Here's hoping 2007 is better, for me anyway! For all of you who've been puking rainbows, may your year be even better.
Cheers.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Does anyone want a good cry? I sure didn't, but this story didn't care.
That story was found on the al.com blog written by the one, the only, Brian McAlister. Dangit! I didn't want to be all emotional today!
So now, onward to...
THE WEEKEND UPDATE: CHRISTMAS EDITION!
Friday dawned at the same time every day dawns, I guess. However, I didn't wake up on time. Someone, who shall remain nameless (but who's initials are Stephen Pratt) turned off the alarm clock and I was an hour late for work! Actually, that was fine with me, since I knew my boss wasn't going to be there and I could go ahead and take my lunch hour between 8-9. I'll be honest with you, I didn't do much of anything while I was there. This time of year we have so many people out, and no real events to speak of, so I'm kind of in limbo. I did get a call that morning from some people who should really know better than to ask for a large sign at the last minute, but I was able to get it all done. I also learned how to embroider, so it wasn't a complete waste of the day! :)
Saturday I spent the day getting ready for Christmas. I wrapped gifts and finished up some last minute stuff. It was Steve's birthday, so we went to eat dinner with his dad and grandma. We had fun, and I got some video of him opening gifts. We stayed until about 10:00 and then went home to take care of the puppies.
Sunday was kind of strange because we didn't have sunday school, but only the preaching service in the morning. I decided that since I spent a lot of money on a dress and shoes for Steve's corporate party and didn't get to wear it long enough to count, that I would dress up that morning. Everything I had on that day was red. I don't mean red, but RED. Steve has never liked me in red, but he liked it that morning. Then we had lunch with his dad and grandma, and then we went home and slept. It was only supposed to be a nap, but it raged out of control. Christmas Eve was spent back at Mr. Lee's house where we opened our stockings. That was a lot of fun!
Monday I got up late, but it was ok since we didn't have to be at my mom's until lunch. That's the funny thing about my family. You never have a specific time to be there, just "Come in about lunchtime." It never fails! Once Steve and I didn't get to my grandmother's house until noon, because that was "about lunchtime" and we found out everyone had been waiting for about an hour to eat because we weren't there yet. So now, I have to force an actual time out of my mom so that we don't do that again! We packed up Lois with gifts for the family, plus Tommy's birthday cake (which I made, thankyouverymuch) and a rather beautiful poinsetta plant that I got from church, and headed on over to the Martin house. I would have loved to keep the poinsetta, which Mr. Lee had bought in Ms. Rhonda's memory for the alter, but I kill plants. Never on purpose, but I don't have a green thumb and my mom does. I felt that it would have at least a sporting chance to live over there! My sister and her family weren't there yet when we arrived, so we got to eat a little and watch "The Christmas Story" in peace before they arrived. Once everyone got there and had some lunch, we did the gift thing. It was a lot of fun, and apparently the things we got everyone were a hit. My dad REALLY loved his bible on CD and told me he had been wanting one for a long time...so score! Shawn also loved his rolling NASCAR cooler too. Do I know my family or what?! : ) I lied to Steve and told him my parent's weren't going to get him the set of golf clubs he had requested, but they did and he loved them. Now he just has to learn how to play! We all sat down and watched the Pirates of the Carribbean 2 DVD that Logan had gotten and every two minutes someone was asking me what was going to happen. It's the curse of going to see movies when they are new, I guess.
That evening we went back to Mr. Lee's house and had gifts and dinner there as well. All in all, we ate about three hundred days worth of food, but it was good. It was kind of sad with Rhonda gone, and we all missed her, but we still enjoyed ourselves as much as we could under the circumstances. First holidays after someone passes away have their own kind of subtle suck to them though. Luckily it didn't put too much of a pall over the day.
All in all, it was a very nice holiday weekend. I am blessed. : ) I hope your holiday was just as nice and nicer!
More to come...
That story was found on the al.com blog written by the one, the only, Brian McAlister. Dangit! I didn't want to be all emotional today!
So now, onward to...
THE WEEKEND UPDATE: CHRISTMAS EDITION!
Friday dawned at the same time every day dawns, I guess. However, I didn't wake up on time. Someone, who shall remain nameless (but who's initials are Stephen Pratt) turned off the alarm clock and I was an hour late for work! Actually, that was fine with me, since I knew my boss wasn't going to be there and I could go ahead and take my lunch hour between 8-9. I'll be honest with you, I didn't do much of anything while I was there. This time of year we have so many people out, and no real events to speak of, so I'm kind of in limbo. I did get a call that morning from some people who should really know better than to ask for a large sign at the last minute, but I was able to get it all done. I also learned how to embroider, so it wasn't a complete waste of the day! :)
Saturday I spent the day getting ready for Christmas. I wrapped gifts and finished up some last minute stuff. It was Steve's birthday, so we went to eat dinner with his dad and grandma. We had fun, and I got some video of him opening gifts. We stayed until about 10:00 and then went home to take care of the puppies.
Sunday was kind of strange because we didn't have sunday school, but only the preaching service in the morning. I decided that since I spent a lot of money on a dress and shoes for Steve's corporate party and didn't get to wear it long enough to count, that I would dress up that morning. Everything I had on that day was red. I don't mean red, but RED. Steve has never liked me in red, but he liked it that morning. Then we had lunch with his dad and grandma, and then we went home and slept. It was only supposed to be a nap, but it raged out of control. Christmas Eve was spent back at Mr. Lee's house where we opened our stockings. That was a lot of fun!
Monday I got up late, but it was ok since we didn't have to be at my mom's until lunch. That's the funny thing about my family. You never have a specific time to be there, just "Come in about lunchtime." It never fails! Once Steve and I didn't get to my grandmother's house until noon, because that was "about lunchtime" and we found out everyone had been waiting for about an hour to eat because we weren't there yet. So now, I have to force an actual time out of my mom so that we don't do that again! We packed up Lois with gifts for the family, plus Tommy's birthday cake (which I made, thankyouverymuch) and a rather beautiful poinsetta plant that I got from church, and headed on over to the Martin house. I would have loved to keep the poinsetta, which Mr. Lee had bought in Ms. Rhonda's memory for the alter, but I kill plants. Never on purpose, but I don't have a green thumb and my mom does. I felt that it would have at least a sporting chance to live over there! My sister and her family weren't there yet when we arrived, so we got to eat a little and watch "The Christmas Story" in peace before they arrived. Once everyone got there and had some lunch, we did the gift thing. It was a lot of fun, and apparently the things we got everyone were a hit. My dad REALLY loved his bible on CD and told me he had been wanting one for a long time...so score! Shawn also loved his rolling NASCAR cooler too. Do I know my family or what?! : ) I lied to Steve and told him my parent's weren't going to get him the set of golf clubs he had requested, but they did and he loved them. Now he just has to learn how to play! We all sat down and watched the Pirates of the Carribbean 2 DVD that Logan had gotten and every two minutes someone was asking me what was going to happen. It's the curse of going to see movies when they are new, I guess.
That evening we went back to Mr. Lee's house and had gifts and dinner there as well. All in all, we ate about three hundred days worth of food, but it was good. It was kind of sad with Rhonda gone, and we all missed her, but we still enjoyed ourselves as much as we could under the circumstances. First holidays after someone passes away have their own kind of subtle suck to them though. Luckily it didn't put too much of a pall over the day.
All in all, it was a very nice holiday weekend. I am blessed. : ) I hope your holiday was just as nice and nicer!
More to come...
Friday, December 22, 2006
(Click here to post your own answers for this meme.)
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| ✓ I miss somebody right now. | × I don't watch much TV these days. | ✓ I own lots of books. (But I've read most of them!) |
| ✓ I wear glasses or contact lenses. (And I hate them.) | × I love to play video games. | × I've tried marijuana. |
| × I've watched porn movies. | ✓ I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship. (But the shock treatments helped...) | ✓ I believe honesty is usually the best policy. (Damned Skippy) |
| ✓ I curse sometimes. | ✓ I have changed a lot mentally over the last year. (But to be fair, it IS a disease...) | × I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me. |
| × I have broken someone's bones. | ✓ I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal. (And I"m still not going to tell!) | × I hate the rain. |
| ✓ I'm paranoid at times. (Why? What is that supposed to mean? Huh?) | × I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free. | ✓ I need/want money right now. (More of the wanting than the needing.) |
| × I love sushi. | ✓ I talk really, really fast. (BUt I think the real problem is slow listeners.) | × I have fresh breath in the morning. |
| ✓ I have long hair. (Finally!) | × I have lost money in Las Vegas. | ✓ I have at least one sibling. (One bro, one sis.) |
| × I was born in a country outside of the U.S. | ✓ I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past. (Don't judge me.) | ✓ I couldn't survive without Caller I.D. (Well, I could survive, but I'd go crazy talking to telemarketers.) |
| ✓ I like the way that I look. (Sometimes, anyways.) | ✓ I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months. (Does "Omission" count as lying?) | × I am usually pessimistic. |
| ✓ I have a lot of mood swings. (LIke I said, it is a disease!) | × I think prostitution should be legalized. | × I slept with a roommate. |
| ✓ I have a hidden talent. (But it's only legal to do it in Singapore.) | × I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have. | ✓ I have a lot of friends. (Now, whether or not they consider me a friend, I don't know.) |
| ✓ I have pecked someone of the same sex. | × I enjoy talking on the phone. | × I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants. |
| ✓ I love to shop and/or window shop. (YES!) | × I'm obsessed with my Xanga or Livejournal. | × I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother. |
| ✓ I have a mobile phone. (But I don't use it very often.) | × I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months. | ✓ I've rejected someone before. (We were friends, it was complicated...) |
| ✓ I currently like/love someone. | ✓ I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life. (But the fun is in the finding out!) | × I want to have children in the future. |
| ✓ I have changed a diaper before. (Yuck.) | × I've called the cops on a friend before. | × I'm not allergic to anything. |
| ✓ I have a lot to learn. | ✓ I am shy around the opposite sex. (I never know what to say. Most people don't realize this about me, but I tend to be really goofy around guys I don't know that well.) | × I'm online 24/7, even as an away message. |
| × I have at least 5 away messages saved. | ✓ I have tried alcohol or drugs before. (Alcohol, but not drugs.) | ✓ I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past. (Once again, don't judge me.) |
| × I own the "South Park" movie. | × I have avoided assignments at work/school to be on Xanga or Livejournal. | ✓ I enjoy some country music. (Not the sad songs, though.) |
| ✓ I would die for my best friends. (Wouldn't anyone?) | × I'm obsessive, and often a perfectionist. | ✓ I have used my sexuality to advance my career. (Low cut shirts are a powerful weapon.) |
| × I think Halloween is awesome because you get free candy. | × I have dated a close friend's ex. | × I am happy at this moment. |
| × I'm obsessed with guys. | × Democrat. | × Republican. |
| ✓ I don't even know what I am. (I am content to remain unaffiliated.) | × I am punk rockish. | ✓ I go for older guys/girls, not younger. |
| ✓ I study for tests most of the time. | ✓ I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met. | × I can work on a car. |
| ✓ I love my job(s). (I make signs.) | ✓ I am comfortable with who I am right now. | × I have more than just my ears pierced. |
| ✓ I walk barefoot wherever I can. (Shoes are not always fun.) | × I have jumped off a bridge. | × I love sea turtles. |
| ✓ I spend ridiculous amounts of money on makeup. (Once in a while. It takes a lot of equipment to reach this level of sexy.) | ✓ I plan on achieving a major goal/dream. (As soon as I can think of one.) | × I am proficient on a musical instrument. |
| × I hate office jobs. | × I went to college out of state. | × I am adopted. |
| × I am a pyro. | ✓ I have thrown up from crying too much. | ✓ I have been intentionally hurt by people that I loved. (Who hasn't?) |
| ✓ I fall for the worst people. (You wouldn't BELIEVE...) | ✓ I adore bright colours. | × I usually like covers better than originals. |
| × I hate chain theme restaurants like Applebees and TGIFridays. | ✓ I can pick up things with my toes. (Monkey Feet!) | × I can't whistle. |
| ✓ I have ridden/owned a horse. (And I fell off of it. I no longer enjoy horseback riding.) | × I still have every journal I've ever written in. | ✓ I talk in my sleep. (It doesn't make sense, but I do!) |
| ✓ I've often thought that I was born in the wrong century. | × I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions. | × I wear a toe ring. |
| × I have a tattoo. | ✓ I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with. | ✓ I am a caffeine junkie. |
| × I am completely tree-huggy spiritual, and I'm not ashamed at all. | × If I knew I would get away with it, I would commit at least one murder. | ✓ I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better. (Junk is fun.) |
| × I enjoy a nice glass of wine with dinner. | ✓ I'm an artist. | × I am ambidextrous. |
| × I sleep with so many stuffed animals, I can hardly fit on my bed. | × If it weren't for having to see other people naked, I'd live in a nudist colony. | × I have terrible teeth. |
| × I hate my toes. | × I did this meme even though I wasn't tagged by the person who took it before me. | × I have more friends on the internet than in real life. |
| × I have lived in either three different states or countries. | ✓ I am extremely flexible. (One of the most flexible in my Yoga class. Who knew chubby girls could bend?) | × I love hugs more than kisses. |
| × I want to own my own business. | × I smoke. | ✓ I spend way too much time on the computer than on anything else. |
| ✓ Nobody has ever said I'm normal. | ✓ Sad movies, games, and the like can cause a trickle of tears every now and then. (I'm too emotional.) | × I am proficient in the use of many types of firearms and combat weapons. |
| × I like the way women look in stylized men's suits. | ✓ I don't like it when people are unpleased or seem unpleased with me. | ✓ I have been described as a dreamer or likely to have my head up in the clouds. (But I'm not the only one...) |
| × I have played strip poker with someone else before. | ✓ I have had emotional problems for which I have sought professional help. (DISEASE, People!) | ✓ I believe in ghosts and the paranormal. |
| × I can't stand being alone. | ✓ I have at least one obsession at any given time. | × I weigh myself, pee/poo, and then weigh myself again. |
| ✓ I consistently spend way too much money on obsessions-of-the-moment. (See my office. Full to the brim of stuff I am going to have to eventually create with!) | × I'm a judgmental asshole. | × I'm a HUGE drama-queen. |
| × I have travelled on more than one continent. | × I sometimes wish my father would just disappear. | × I need people to tell me I'm good at something in order to feel that I am. |
| × I am a Libertarian. | × I can speak more than one language. | ✓ I can fall asleep even if the whole room is as noisy as it can be. |
| ✓ I would rather read than watch TV. | × I like reading fact more than fiction. | ✓ I have pulled an all-nighter on an assignment I was given a month to do. |
| × I have no piercings. | × I have spent the night in a train station or other public place. | × I have been so upset over my physical gender that I cried. |
| × I once spent Christmas completely alone because there was a miscommunication on which parent was supposed to have me that night. | ✓ There have been times when I have wondered "Why was I born?" and may/may not have cried over it. (But not in a bad way, more of in that, "What is my destiny" way.) | ✓ I like most animals better than most people. |
| ✓ I own a collection of retro games consoles. (Well, Steve does.) | × The thought of physical exercise makes me shiver. | × I have hit someone with a dead fish. |
| ✓ I am compulsively honest. (Which has never failed to embarrass me.) | × I was born with a congenital birth defect that has never been repaired. | × I have danced topless in front of dozens of complete strangers. |
| × I have gone from wishing I was a girl to revelling in being a boy to feeling like a girl again in the span of five minutes, and not cared a whit for my actual sex. | × I am unashamedly bisexual, and have different motivations for my desires for different genders. | × I sometimes won't sleep a whole night or eat a whole day because I forget to. |
| × I find it impossible to get to sleep without some kind of music on. | × I dislike milk. | × I obsessively wash my hands. |
| ✓ I always carry something significant around with me. | ✓ Sometimes I'd rather wear a wig in day-to-day life than use my own hair. (but have you SEEN my hair?) | ✓ I've pushed myself to become more self-aware and thereby more aware of others. (It helps.) |
| × Even though I live on my own I still cry sometimes because I miss my mother. | × I hand wrote all the HTML tags in this document. | ✓ I've liked something which a majority of people claimed was either bad or weird. (See: High School, All of) |
| × I have been clinically dead for a brief period of time. | × Instead of feeling sympathy/empathy with people and their problems, I simply become annoyed. | × I participate/have participated in auto drag races and won. |
| × I do not 'get' most comedy acts. | ✓ I don't think strippers are money-greedy or slutty for dancing. (Some people can be accountants, some can be strippers. It's just a job.) | × I don't like to chew gum. |
| ✓ I am obsessed with history/historical things and can't wait for someone to build a time machine so I can be the first to use it. (!) | ✓ I can never remember for the life of me where I parked the car. | × I had the TEEN ANGST thing going for at least 2-3 years. |
| ✓ I wish people would be more empathic and honest with each other. | × I play Dungeons and Dragons weekly. | ✓ I love to sing. |
| × I want to live in my mother's basement when I grow up. | × I have a custom-built computer. | ✓ I want to create a certain someone's babies, even though there's a 0% possiblity of ever achieving it. |
| × I would be in a relationship with one of my pets if they were human. | × I've gone skinny-dipping. | ✓ I've performed in three plays. |
| ✓ I enjoy burritos. | × I'm Irish and loving it. | ✓ I have a thing for redheads. (If you only knew, you'd realize why that is funny.) |
| × I am a twin! | ✓ Most of the times, I'd rather do something intellectual instead of doing something generically 'fun'. (And that is why people think I'm boring.) | × Once I set out to finish something, I always stay at it until it is completed before I move on to something else. |
| ✓ I wish there were a way to erase past mistakes. | × I sleep more than 12 hours a day. | ✓ I wish I could be prouder of what I've accomplished, but it's never enough. |
| ✓ I need more time to myself. (Kelly Time!) | × I wish I was more open-minded. | ✓ I hope that I go really prematurely grey. |
| ✓ I download songs from the internet. | × I've just reenacted chapter 58 of Death Note with my best friend. | ✓ I say random things to freak people out. (Not on purpose, usually.) |
| × I'm still a little mad about the ending of Death Note. | ✓ I love playing Truth or Dare. | × I love listening to slow music, but I hate singing to it. |
| ✓ Music helps me remember that I am not alone. | × Playing my favorite sport makes me temporarily forget my problems. | × I think this survey is particularly long. |
| × I prefer my LJ friends to my real-life ones. | × I can only hate someone that I love. | × I've ordered an extra two shots of espresso to an Americano at Starbucks. |
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
I AM A SEXY BEAST...
I finally got my pictures back from the United Way Chili Cook-Off in which I was dressed like a "Pink Lady" for Space Camp. I took a little poetic license with my outfit simply because that was the only pink suit I could find. It's suppsed to be all pink, but I said "eh, not so much" and designed my own version of it. So now, without further ado...me as the Pink Lady in all of my glory!
And as a bonus, here is another picture of me posing on top of the SR-71 Blackbird while I was replacing the emblems!
I finally got my pictures back from the United Way Chili Cook-Off in which I was dressed like a "Pink Lady" for Space Camp. I took a little poetic license with my outfit simply because that was the only pink suit I could find. It's suppsed to be all pink, but I said "eh, not so much" and designed my own version of it. So now, without further ado...me as the Pink Lady in all of my glory!
And as a bonus, here is another picture of me posing on top of the SR-71 Blackbird while I was replacing the emblems!
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Monday, December 18, 2006
Well, it's from one update to another, but be fair...I've been busy!
WEEKEND UPDATE!
Friday night was our church's choir party. Every year right before the cantata, they all get together and do what it is that Baptists do best: eat. : ) I was going to be working in the kitchen, as well as being "and spouse" for Steve, so I helped set out and serve some very yummy food. I also got to actually eat out with the other folks too, which is new. I usually stay in the kitchen with the other kitchen staff so that we can do our hostess duties, but since it was pretty much just Selina and I there, we opted to eat with everyone else. Unfortunately, after everyone left, we still had a ton of food and dishes left to take care of and the water heater decided to take that moment to die. So, we are going to have to rewash a lot of those dishes when the heater gets fixed. At any rate, the dinner went well and a good time was had by all!
Saturday my day had already been booked to work as Josh's kitchen staff at his work party. It probably sounds like I never have any fun, but I actually enjoy stuff like that. Sad, I know. I called him on my way over and asked if I could stop and pick anything up for them, and I got sent on a beer run. I was kind of embarrassed because I have never bought beer before, so I'm wheeling a cart around filled with beer and hoping my preacher didn't see me. As far as I know, he didn't! : )
I got to his very large, very posh subdivision club house and began helping prepare the food. Well, I say I helped prepare it, but it was mostly just cutting things up and arranging it on trays. They (Josh and his two co-workers) ended up leaving me alone in the club house to run some errands, but Josh isn't supposed to do that because you have to be on some kind of tennants list to be alone in the building. He told me that if anyone asked, I was his wife, we had gotten married last month, and he just hasn't put my name on the list yet. Thank goodness I didn't have to tell anyone he and I were married. Even the thought of that just feels WRONG! Nothing bad against Josh, but he is so firmly entrenched in the "Friend Zone" that he's like a relative, and even if I'm from the south, I don't want to be married to my relatives!
We finally finished all of the prep work and went to get ready for the party. I decided to actually dress like wait staff so that people wouldn't feel weird asking me to do stuff, as if they were ordering around another guest. I was precious in my black slacks and white button up shirt. I even wore my old, blue Pier 1 apron so I wouldn't get messy. When we got back to the club house and set everything out, the other host of the party (an older lady) saw me and asked if I would like her to have her husband bring me her Santa Clause apron to wear instead of the blue one I was wearing. Always the obliging one, I told her I'd wear it if she'd like me to, since it was her party and all. In hindsight, I need to stop being so obliging. I was picturing a regular apron that had a picture of Santa on it...but nooooooooooooooooooo. This was a very large, red courderoy thing with white fir trim and a black belt with a gold buckle. I looked like some kind of demented elf. I can only thank the good Lord she didn't have a hat for me. It was also HOT in the kitchen, and I was running around a lot. If you've ever worn an excess of corderoy, you know I was boiling.
Well, the party got started and everything went really well! I had told Josh and the other two ladies to leave as much up to me as possible, and they did. Very rarely have I ever run around so much during one party. There were all kinds of teachers and school staff at that party. I joked that I would finally get to see what teachers did on their off time, and I learned one thing...they drink. A lot. Somehow, seeing that they are elementary and middle school teachers, I really don't blame them! I had to figure out how to open wine (which I finally got the hang of) and make sure that no cartons were in the beer coolers. Now, I'm not too hip on the whole BYOB thing, but one couple seemed to do something very rude. Everyone who brought anything to drink set it on a table and everyone else was free to get some of it. This couple walked into the kitchen, bags huddled against their chests, and put their stuff in the fridge so no one else could have any. Is that normal? Oh well, I don't think anyone suffered because of it, it just seemed rude. Also, the drunker the guy got, the more he talked to me when he came into the kitchen to get his stuff out of the fridge. I had a new buddy by the time they left! Heeheehee. By the time it was all over, I was exhausted. I was sore from lifting and running, and I could barely move. It took us about an hour to clean up and I went home and crashed. Since I didn't get paid, I made off with a lot of the leftovers! So I'm going to have tiny little cheesecakes for a long time to come. : )
Sunday was the day of the choir cantata. Steve has joined the choir, so it was a very special occasion! He looked so cute in his robe. Heeheehee. The music was wonderful and the whole choir did a fantastic job. My parents and brother came to hear it and were duly impressed. There was only one complaint that I had about the whole thing, and it was only a tiny thing. The cantata came with a visual DVD to play while they were singing, and it was sooooooooooo cheesy. It was mainly pictures, but there was some animation thrown in for good measure. Steve hit it right on the nose when he said it looked like Monty Python animation...that was exactly what it looked like. So instead of thinking of the cantata as it's proper title, One Small Child, I have been thinking of it as: Monty Python and the Flying Manger. After church we went to my parent's house and had Steve's birthday lunch. His dad and Grandma came and ate with us as well, and we had a really great time. I think my mom drugged our food, though, because all the way home I kept dozing off. Once we got there, Steve and I fell asleep so hard that we overslept the alarm clock and didn't make it to evening worship services. We felt bad! We ended up our evening watching part of the first season of "Lost", which I have come to love dearly. I haven't watched it on TV at all because I missed the first season and had heard that you have to see everything to understand what's going on. However, Steve put it on our Netflix que and we have been watching 4 episodes at a time. I can't believe how good of a show it is!
I find out my grades tomorrow! *fingers are crossed*
More to come...
WEEKEND UPDATE!
Friday night was our church's choir party. Every year right before the cantata, they all get together and do what it is that Baptists do best: eat. : ) I was going to be working in the kitchen, as well as being "and spouse" for Steve, so I helped set out and serve some very yummy food. I also got to actually eat out with the other folks too, which is new. I usually stay in the kitchen with the other kitchen staff so that we can do our hostess duties, but since it was pretty much just Selina and I there, we opted to eat with everyone else. Unfortunately, after everyone left, we still had a ton of food and dishes left to take care of and the water heater decided to take that moment to die. So, we are going to have to rewash a lot of those dishes when the heater gets fixed. At any rate, the dinner went well and a good time was had by all!
Saturday my day had already been booked to work as Josh's kitchen staff at his work party. It probably sounds like I never have any fun, but I actually enjoy stuff like that. Sad, I know. I called him on my way over and asked if I could stop and pick anything up for them, and I got sent on a beer run. I was kind of embarrassed because I have never bought beer before, so I'm wheeling a cart around filled with beer and hoping my preacher didn't see me. As far as I know, he didn't! : )
I got to his very large, very posh subdivision club house and began helping prepare the food. Well, I say I helped prepare it, but it was mostly just cutting things up and arranging it on trays. They (Josh and his two co-workers) ended up leaving me alone in the club house to run some errands, but Josh isn't supposed to do that because you have to be on some kind of tennants list to be alone in the building. He told me that if anyone asked, I was his wife, we had gotten married last month, and he just hasn't put my name on the list yet. Thank goodness I didn't have to tell anyone he and I were married. Even the thought of that just feels WRONG! Nothing bad against Josh, but he is so firmly entrenched in the "Friend Zone" that he's like a relative, and even if I'm from the south, I don't want to be married to my relatives!
We finally finished all of the prep work and went to get ready for the party. I decided to actually dress like wait staff so that people wouldn't feel weird asking me to do stuff, as if they were ordering around another guest. I was precious in my black slacks and white button up shirt. I even wore my old, blue Pier 1 apron so I wouldn't get messy. When we got back to the club house and set everything out, the other host of the party (an older lady) saw me and asked if I would like her to have her husband bring me her Santa Clause apron to wear instead of the blue one I was wearing. Always the obliging one, I told her I'd wear it if she'd like me to, since it was her party and all. In hindsight, I need to stop being so obliging. I was picturing a regular apron that had a picture of Santa on it...but nooooooooooooooooooo. This was a very large, red courderoy thing with white fir trim and a black belt with a gold buckle. I looked like some kind of demented elf. I can only thank the good Lord she didn't have a hat for me. It was also HOT in the kitchen, and I was running around a lot. If you've ever worn an excess of corderoy, you know I was boiling.
Well, the party got started and everything went really well! I had told Josh and the other two ladies to leave as much up to me as possible, and they did. Very rarely have I ever run around so much during one party. There were all kinds of teachers and school staff at that party. I joked that I would finally get to see what teachers did on their off time, and I learned one thing...they drink. A lot. Somehow, seeing that they are elementary and middle school teachers, I really don't blame them! I had to figure out how to open wine (which I finally got the hang of) and make sure that no cartons were in the beer coolers. Now, I'm not too hip on the whole BYOB thing, but one couple seemed to do something very rude. Everyone who brought anything to drink set it on a table and everyone else was free to get some of it. This couple walked into the kitchen, bags huddled against their chests, and put their stuff in the fridge so no one else could have any. Is that normal? Oh well, I don't think anyone suffered because of it, it just seemed rude. Also, the drunker the guy got, the more he talked to me when he came into the kitchen to get his stuff out of the fridge. I had a new buddy by the time they left! Heeheehee. By the time it was all over, I was exhausted. I was sore from lifting and running, and I could barely move. It took us about an hour to clean up and I went home and crashed. Since I didn't get paid, I made off with a lot of the leftovers! So I'm going to have tiny little cheesecakes for a long time to come. : )
Sunday was the day of the choir cantata. Steve has joined the choir, so it was a very special occasion! He looked so cute in his robe. Heeheehee. The music was wonderful and the whole choir did a fantastic job. My parents and brother came to hear it and were duly impressed. There was only one complaint that I had about the whole thing, and it was only a tiny thing. The cantata came with a visual DVD to play while they were singing, and it was sooooooooooo cheesy. It was mainly pictures, but there was some animation thrown in for good measure. Steve hit it right on the nose when he said it looked like Monty Python animation...that was exactly what it looked like. So instead of thinking of the cantata as it's proper title, One Small Child, I have been thinking of it as: Monty Python and the Flying Manger. After church we went to my parent's house and had Steve's birthday lunch. His dad and Grandma came and ate with us as well, and we had a really great time. I think my mom drugged our food, though, because all the way home I kept dozing off. Once we got there, Steve and I fell asleep so hard that we overslept the alarm clock and didn't make it to evening worship services. We felt bad! We ended up our evening watching part of the first season of "Lost", which I have come to love dearly. I haven't watched it on TV at all because I missed the first season and had heard that you have to see everything to understand what's going on. However, Steve put it on our Netflix que and we have been watching 4 episodes at a time. I can't believe how good of a show it is!
I find out my grades tomorrow! *fingers are crossed*
More to come...
Friday, December 15, 2006
You've probably wondered where I've been, right? Well, even if you haven't, that's okay. I started out writing last weeks "Weekend Update" on Monday afternoon, but got interrupted by work (yuck). There wasn't a great deal to tell, to be honest, so here's the rundown:
Friday: Pretty much on my own, stayed in and did artsy-craftsy stuff.
Saturday: Spent all day getting ready for Steve's corporate party where we stayed for about 2 hours and didn't get up from the table except to eat and leave. Very Exciting. I didn't even get to see the transvestite this year! BOOOOOOOO!
Sunday: Church, lunch with family, and church again. After the evening service, we had a wedding reception for an older couple who reaffirmed their vows in front of the church after preaching. I served cake! I did ok, except that I have never served a wedding cake on a tier before. I used dental floss to cut the pieces, but didn't realize that the whole stability issue of the top tier of the cake depended on it's adherence to the cake as a whole and the top half kind of exploded and fell off of the support. : ) I had icing up my nose, in my hair, and all over me, including my shoes. Luckily, everyone who wanted cake, still got cake...so score!
Now, cake up my nose was not the only thing I got Sunday night. Sometime between serving cake and cleaning up, a small but powerful germ made its way into my body. I didn't know it, but apparently a very strong and horrible stomach bug was making the rounds and I had effectively gotten it. Monday, I was fine! No problem. I got some groceries, some prescriptions filled, and came home to make sausage balls. Steve and I watched the newest installment of TorchWood and we happily went to sleep. However, deep in the hours of Tuesday morning, I woke up feeling quite...odd. Still rather sleepy and not aware of what was going on, I got up and walked into another room. Suddenly, everything in my body decided to make a break for it! I got so sick, so fast, that I wasn't sure what had happened. All I knew for the next hour was that I was probably going to turn inside out if something didn't change. Begging for death wasn't even helping at that point!
Sorry for being so blatent about throwing up, but I'm going to be honest here. I wasn't expecting anything like what happened to me that night. I haven't been that sick since I was left on the MAT for 15 minutes. Steve, who was not feeling well himself albeit (and thank goodness) not with the same illness, was already having to stay out of work that Tuesday and he took it upon himself to make me go to the doctor. Had it been left up to me, I probably wouldn't have gone. However, I felt as if I didn't have any free will anymore, so I went. He stayed in the exam room with me while I kind of went in and out of conciousness. As long as I didn't move, I was alright, but then the doc started on these tests and I HAD to move. Not good. After taking about a pint of blood (and giving me a nasty in-bow bruise in the process) and some other stuff, they told me that I had a stomach and kidney infection! Woo-HOO! Just when I thought they were going to let me go home, the doctor offered to put me on an IV drip since I was also severly dehydrated from being sick so much. I declined, which turned out to be stupid, because all I wanted to do was go home. Just when I thought they were going to let me leave, they came in and gave me a shot in the rear...you know, to help with nausea. All that did was make me have to run out of the exam room and get sick again. I've never seen an entire staff of nurses look at me like they did when I came out. They kept patting me and telling me they were sorry I felt so bad. In retrospect, I probably looked like hell, so they were probably scared that I'd start speaking in Latin and spinning my head around or something. At any rate, I finally got to go home, and except for one more episode of calling Ralph, all I could do was sleep.
I had more to worry about than the state of my body, though. I had a final in history on Wednesday evening. I hadn't had a chance to study, I still felt like warmed over garbage, and the thought of doing anything more than lying peacefully in the lazy-boy made me sick. However, it was either take the test Wednesday or have it hanging over my head until January the 12th, when final make-ups were scheduled. Somehow the thought of throwing up in the history room wasn't as bad as the thought of worrying over that dumb class over Christmas, so I chose to take the test. I tried studying Wednesday morning, but I kept dozing off into my book. In fact, I had to take nap breaks just to be strong enough to turn the pages of my book. It was during one of my nap breaks that I woke suddenly to realized that I had let too much time pass and I had to leave RIGHT THEN to get to class on time. So, in a state of semi-conciousness, I drove to school and took my final. I have NO idea if I even answered the questions on the exam with answers that made any sense. In fact, I could have written a passage from Gone With the Wind on there and thought I was doing well. I kept wanting to doze off, and for all I know, I did fall asleep during my test, but I finally finished. Since Steve had e-mailed my prof to see what my options were about the test, she knew I was sick, so hopefully she will be kind when she grades it. I went home and fell asleep again. In fact, I fell asleep about three more times that day and still slept the whole night through. During all of this , I had been hallucinating about talking to people and doing stuff that I couldn't have possibly been doing. I know for a fact that I answered a question from Steve before I realized that he wasn't even home. I talked to ALL KINDS of people who weren't there, as a matter of fact. I also dreamed the entire third installment of the "Pirates of the Carribbean" trilogy. The acting was weak and the ending was kind of bland, but not too bad for a fever dream! : )
Thursday I was feeling better, but still really weak. I had to go back to the doctor and Steve went with me to get his second checkup after his Monday visit. We got to the clinic before 8:00 am, and waited until 5 till before we went to the door. I was so weak that I was leaning on him so that I wouldn't fall down. My eyes were closed and my hair was over my face. At some point, I heard another man start talking to Steve about how everyone had been sick, and Steve (in his best small-talk way) said "Yep, it's going around." Then the man said "So, does she go to Grissom?" {For those of you not in the know, that's a local hight school.} At that I looked up and laughed and said "Oh, no sir, I'm his wife!" and that man got so embarrassed! I don't know who was worse, the man who then exclaimed "OH! She just looks so young!" or Steve, who was mistaken for my dad! Heeheehee. Steve thought that man probably thinks he's some kind of pervert who married a teenager. Me, I'm not so insulted. : )
I went back home and slept some more, and this morning I decided to come in to work. I probably shouldn't have since I almost passed out once I got here, but I'm feeling more human now and can catch up on my work! : )
And how are you?
Friday: Pretty much on my own, stayed in and did artsy-craftsy stuff.
Saturday: Spent all day getting ready for Steve's corporate party where we stayed for about 2 hours and didn't get up from the table except to eat and leave. Very Exciting. I didn't even get to see the transvestite this year! BOOOOOOOO!
Sunday: Church, lunch with family, and church again. After the evening service, we had a wedding reception for an older couple who reaffirmed their vows in front of the church after preaching. I served cake! I did ok, except that I have never served a wedding cake on a tier before. I used dental floss to cut the pieces, but didn't realize that the whole stability issue of the top tier of the cake depended on it's adherence to the cake as a whole and the top half kind of exploded and fell off of the support. : ) I had icing up my nose, in my hair, and all over me, including my shoes. Luckily, everyone who wanted cake, still got cake...so score!
Now, cake up my nose was not the only thing I got Sunday night. Sometime between serving cake and cleaning up, a small but powerful germ made its way into my body. I didn't know it, but apparently a very strong and horrible stomach bug was making the rounds and I had effectively gotten it. Monday, I was fine! No problem. I got some groceries, some prescriptions filled, and came home to make sausage balls. Steve and I watched the newest installment of TorchWood and we happily went to sleep. However, deep in the hours of Tuesday morning, I woke up feeling quite...odd. Still rather sleepy and not aware of what was going on, I got up and walked into another room. Suddenly, everything in my body decided to make a break for it! I got so sick, so fast, that I wasn't sure what had happened. All I knew for the next hour was that I was probably going to turn inside out if something didn't change. Begging for death wasn't even helping at that point!
Sorry for being so blatent about throwing up, but I'm going to be honest here. I wasn't expecting anything like what happened to me that night. I haven't been that sick since I was left on the MAT for 15 minutes. Steve, who was not feeling well himself albeit (and thank goodness) not with the same illness, was already having to stay out of work that Tuesday and he took it upon himself to make me go to the doctor. Had it been left up to me, I probably wouldn't have gone. However, I felt as if I didn't have any free will anymore, so I went. He stayed in the exam room with me while I kind of went in and out of conciousness. As long as I didn't move, I was alright, but then the doc started on these tests and I HAD to move. Not good. After taking about a pint of blood (and giving me a nasty in-bow bruise in the process) and some other stuff, they told me that I had a stomach and kidney infection! Woo-HOO! Just when I thought they were going to let me go home, the doctor offered to put me on an IV drip since I was also severly dehydrated from being sick so much. I declined, which turned out to be stupid, because all I wanted to do was go home. Just when I thought they were going to let me leave, they came in and gave me a shot in the rear...you know, to help with nausea. All that did was make me have to run out of the exam room and get sick again. I've never seen an entire staff of nurses look at me like they did when I came out. They kept patting me and telling me they were sorry I felt so bad. In retrospect, I probably looked like hell, so they were probably scared that I'd start speaking in Latin and spinning my head around or something. At any rate, I finally got to go home, and except for one more episode of calling Ralph, all I could do was sleep.
I had more to worry about than the state of my body, though. I had a final in history on Wednesday evening. I hadn't had a chance to study, I still felt like warmed over garbage, and the thought of doing anything more than lying peacefully in the lazy-boy made me sick. However, it was either take the test Wednesday or have it hanging over my head until January the 12th, when final make-ups were scheduled. Somehow the thought of throwing up in the history room wasn't as bad as the thought of worrying over that dumb class over Christmas, so I chose to take the test. I tried studying Wednesday morning, but I kept dozing off into my book. In fact, I had to take nap breaks just to be strong enough to turn the pages of my book. It was during one of my nap breaks that I woke suddenly to realized that I had let too much time pass and I had to leave RIGHT THEN to get to class on time. So, in a state of semi-conciousness, I drove to school and took my final. I have NO idea if I even answered the questions on the exam with answers that made any sense. In fact, I could have written a passage from Gone With the Wind on there and thought I was doing well. I kept wanting to doze off, and for all I know, I did fall asleep during my test, but I finally finished. Since Steve had e-mailed my prof to see what my options were about the test, she knew I was sick, so hopefully she will be kind when she grades it. I went home and fell asleep again. In fact, I fell asleep about three more times that day and still slept the whole night through. During all of this , I had been hallucinating about talking to people and doing stuff that I couldn't have possibly been doing. I know for a fact that I answered a question from Steve before I realized that he wasn't even home. I talked to ALL KINDS of people who weren't there, as a matter of fact. I also dreamed the entire third installment of the "Pirates of the Carribbean" trilogy. The acting was weak and the ending was kind of bland, but not too bad for a fever dream! : )
Thursday I was feeling better, but still really weak. I had to go back to the doctor and Steve went with me to get his second checkup after his Monday visit. We got to the clinic before 8:00 am, and waited until 5 till before we went to the door. I was so weak that I was leaning on him so that I wouldn't fall down. My eyes were closed and my hair was over my face. At some point, I heard another man start talking to Steve about how everyone had been sick, and Steve (in his best small-talk way) said "Yep, it's going around." Then the man said "So, does she go to Grissom?" {For those of you not in the know, that's a local hight school.} At that I looked up and laughed and said "Oh, no sir, I'm his wife!" and that man got so embarrassed! I don't know who was worse, the man who then exclaimed "OH! She just looks so young!" or Steve, who was mistaken for my dad! Heeheehee. Steve thought that man probably thinks he's some kind of pervert who married a teenager. Me, I'm not so insulted. : )
I went back home and slept some more, and this morning I decided to come in to work. I probably shouldn't have since I almost passed out once I got here, but I'm feeling more human now and can catch up on my work! : )
And how are you?
Monday, December 11, 2006
Yeah, I know you're tired of these Q/A things, but I like them. So NYEAH!
40 of the MOST Random Questions Ever, BE HONEST:
1. Where were you 2 hours ago?
Living Room Couch
2. Who will be your next kiss?
Nobody kisses me anymore, but I'll say Steve because he's supposed to do it! : )
3. Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?
yes, a paper flower and a gift bag.
4. When is the last time you went to the mall?
Saturday
5. Are you wearing socks right now?
No, but I just bought some new ones today I'm very excited about!
6. When was the last time you went out of the state?
Thanksgiving, I was in Waleska, GA.
7. Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?
Nope
8. What was the last thing you had to drink?
Sprite
9.What are you wearing right now?
Yoga pants and a t shirt
10. What was your last purchase:
Groceries and Medicine
11. What was the Last food you ate?
Sausage balls made with venison.
12. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
Steve
13. Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?
Yes! And ALL of it was RED!
14. Do you have a pet?
2dogs
15. What's the last sporting event you watched?
Football
16. What is/was your favorite class?
Art
17. If you could be anywhere right now where would it be?
Key West, Rooftop Cafe. (These questions are getting repetitive!)
18. What is the last thing you purchased online?
I made a donation to charity, does that count?
20. What is your favorite soup?
Potato
21. Do you miss anyone?
yes
22. Last play you saw?
Hairspray
23. What are your plans for tomorrow?
Go to work, pretend to work, come home, crochet.
24. who was the last person you sent a myspace message to?
Bubba Brooks.
25. Ever go camping?
Indeed I have, but no more.
26. Were you an honor roll student in school?
Yes, and I still am *GO ME!*
27.What do you think will happen in the future?
Flying cars...I'm still waiting on the flying cars!
28. Are you wearing any perfume or cologne?
Sort of. Chocolate scented lotion. I came close to eating my own elbow.
31. Do you have a tan?
Wouldn't that mean I would have to go outside in the sun?
32. How old do you want to be when you have kids?
Um...older than I am now.
33. Do you collect anything?
Mini-Snow Globes, Music Boxes, Sand from different beaches.
34. Do you have any tattoos or piercings?
Earrings. I want to have my tongue pierced, but I hope that passes.
Whoops sorry i deleted this one........
37. Do you like hot sauce?
No
38. Last time you took a shower?
6:50 A.M. this morning
39. What is your mood right now?
Mello, and a little floopy.
40. Are you someones best friend?
I hope so!
40 of the MOST Random Questions Ever, BE HONEST:
1. Where were you 2 hours ago?
Living Room Couch
2. Who will be your next kiss?
Nobody kisses me anymore, but I'll say Steve because he's supposed to do it! : )
3. Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?
yes, a paper flower and a gift bag.
4. When is the last time you went to the mall?
Saturday
5. Are you wearing socks right now?
No, but I just bought some new ones today I'm very excited about!
6. When was the last time you went out of the state?
Thanksgiving, I was in Waleska, GA.
7. Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?
Nope
8. What was the last thing you had to drink?
Sprite
9.What are you wearing right now?
Yoga pants and a t shirt
10. What was your last purchase:
Groceries and Medicine
11. What was the Last food you ate?
Sausage balls made with venison.
12. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
Steve
13. Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?
Yes! And ALL of it was RED!
14. Do you have a pet?
2dogs
15. What's the last sporting event you watched?
Football
16. What is/was your favorite class?
Art
17. If you could be anywhere right now where would it be?
Key West, Rooftop Cafe. (These questions are getting repetitive!)
18. What is the last thing you purchased online?
I made a donation to charity, does that count?
20. What is your favorite soup?
Potato
21. Do you miss anyone?
yes
22. Last play you saw?
Hairspray
23. What are your plans for tomorrow?
Go to work, pretend to work, come home, crochet.
24. who was the last person you sent a myspace message to?
Bubba Brooks.
25. Ever go camping?
Indeed I have, but no more.
26. Were you an honor roll student in school?
Yes, and I still am *GO ME!*
27.What do you think will happen in the future?
Flying cars...I'm still waiting on the flying cars!
28. Are you wearing any perfume or cologne?
Sort of. Chocolate scented lotion. I came close to eating my own elbow.
31. Do you have a tan?
Wouldn't that mean I would have to go outside in the sun?
32. How old do you want to be when you have kids?
Um...older than I am now.
33. Do you collect anything?
Mini-Snow Globes, Music Boxes, Sand from different beaches.
34. Do you have any tattoos or piercings?
Earrings. I want to have my tongue pierced, but I hope that passes.
Whoops sorry i deleted this one........
37. Do you like hot sauce?
No
38. Last time you took a shower?
6:50 A.M. this morning
39. What is your mood right now?
Mello, and a little floopy.
40. Are you someones best friend?
I hope so!
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Several weeks early, but...
WITH 2006 COMING TO AN END HAVE YOU..
1. Have you been in any relationships this year?
Many, but don't tell Steve! : )
2. Have you had your birthday yet?
Sigh...yes.
3. Cried yet?
Yes, but hopefully not where anyone saw me.
4. Been on a diet?
Heeheehee....that's funny.
5. Pulled an all nighter?
Not on purpose, but yes. Apparently caffine isn't something I should have after midnight.
6. Drank Starbucks?
Indeed I have. Read above statement.
7. Went camping?
NO! Kelly doesn't enjoy camping.
8. Bought something(s)?
Yep! Lots of somethings.
9. Met someone special?
Of course!
10. Been out of state?
Yes, to Georgia.
12. What are you thinking about?
Right now? Going to Target and the fact that I'm thirsty.
1.) Hugged someone?
Yes
2.) Slept in someone else’s bed?
yes, but not in the way that this question implies! Perv!
3.) Drank any alcohol?
Does Nyquil count? Otherwise I plead the fifth.
4.) Loaned out money?
Yes
6.) Gone over your cell phone bill?
No!
7.) Been called a whore?
Steve called me one this morning. Well, he called me a tart, but to be fair, he didn't know what it meant.
8.) Last Person you hugged?
Steve, I think. It might have been the dog...
9.) Last Person to call you?
My mom
When was the last time you felt stupid?
HA! Everyday! Specifically, though, when I was making a sign and I started smoothing it down before the ink dried.
Who was the last person you danced with?
Real dancing? I'll have to ponder that one.
Who did you last yell at?
Steve. But I'm sure he deserved it! : )
What did you do today?
Worked, listened to an audio novel by Jane Austen, had a hot dog.
TEN FACTS
01. Hometown?
Athens, AL
02. Natural hair color?
Dark Brown with red highlights. My mom calls it chestnut brown, but I don't know what that means.
03. Initials?
KMP
04. Hair style?
flat, oh and with a cowlick on the right side.
06. Height: 5'3"
07. Any Pets:
2 grand doggies! Butler and Bear.
08. Mood:
Weary
09. Where would you rather be?
Key West, Rooftop Cafe.
10. Last thing you drank?
Diet Coke
TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE:
01. Have you ever been in love:
A couple of times!
02. Do you believe in love?
Of course.
03. Why did your LAST relationship fail?
My boyfriend was gay.
04. Have you ever been heartbroken:
Yes, a couple of times.
05. Have you ever broken someone's heart?
I don't have a clue, but I hope not.
06. Have you ever fallen for your best friend?
Well, Sara isn't exactly my type...
07. Have you ever loved someone but never told them?
Yes
08. Are you afraid of commitment?
Sometimes
09. How long was your last relationship?
Well, I've been married for 6 years so far, I guess that was my last relationship.
10. Have you had more than 5 different serious relationships in your llife?
No, only 3
5 EMOTIONS
01. Are you missing someone right now?
Yes.
02. Are you happy?
Most of the time.
03. Are you eating anything?
Too much, normally
04. Do you like someone right now?
Of course
05. If you could have one wish what would it be?
Harsher punishments for parole violators...and world peace.
WITH 2006 COMING TO AN END HAVE YOU..
1. Have you been in any relationships this year?
Many, but don't tell Steve! : )
2. Have you had your birthday yet?
Sigh...yes.
3. Cried yet?
Yes, but hopefully not where anyone saw me.
4. Been on a diet?
Heeheehee....that's funny.
5. Pulled an all nighter?
Not on purpose, but yes. Apparently caffine isn't something I should have after midnight.
6. Drank Starbucks?
Indeed I have. Read above statement.
7. Went camping?
NO! Kelly doesn't enjoy camping.
8. Bought something(s)?
Yep! Lots of somethings.
9. Met someone special?
Of course!
10. Been out of state?
Yes, to Georgia.
12. What are you thinking about?
Right now? Going to Target and the fact that I'm thirsty.
1.) Hugged someone?
Yes
2.) Slept in someone else’s bed?
yes, but not in the way that this question implies! Perv!
3.) Drank any alcohol?
Does Nyquil count? Otherwise I plead the fifth.
4.) Loaned out money?
Yes
6.) Gone over your cell phone bill?
No!
7.) Been called a whore?
Steve called me one this morning. Well, he called me a tart, but to be fair, he didn't know what it meant.
8.) Last Person you hugged?
Steve, I think. It might have been the dog...
9.) Last Person to call you?
My mom
When was the last time you felt stupid?
HA! Everyday! Specifically, though, when I was making a sign and I started smoothing it down before the ink dried.
Who was the last person you danced with?
Real dancing? I'll have to ponder that one.
Who did you last yell at?
Steve. But I'm sure he deserved it! : )
What did you do today?
Worked, listened to an audio novel by Jane Austen, had a hot dog.
TEN FACTS
01. Hometown?
Athens, AL
02. Natural hair color?
Dark Brown with red highlights. My mom calls it chestnut brown, but I don't know what that means.
03. Initials?
KMP
04. Hair style?
flat, oh and with a cowlick on the right side.
06. Height: 5'3"
07. Any Pets:
2 grand doggies! Butler and Bear.
08. Mood:
Weary
09. Where would you rather be?
Key West, Rooftop Cafe.
10. Last thing you drank?
Diet Coke
TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE:
01. Have you ever been in love:
A couple of times!
02. Do you believe in love?
Of course.
03. Why did your LAST relationship fail?
My boyfriend was gay.
04. Have you ever been heartbroken:
Yes, a couple of times.
05. Have you ever broken someone's heart?
I don't have a clue, but I hope not.
06. Have you ever fallen for your best friend?
Well, Sara isn't exactly my type...
07. Have you ever loved someone but never told them?
Yes
08. Are you afraid of commitment?
Sometimes
09. How long was your last relationship?
Well, I've been married for 6 years so far, I guess that was my last relationship.
10. Have you had more than 5 different serious relationships in your llife?
No, only 3
5 EMOTIONS
01. Are you missing someone right now?
Yes.
02. Are you happy?
Most of the time.
03. Are you eating anything?
Too much, normally
04. Do you like someone right now?
Of course
05. If you could have one wish what would it be?
Harsher punishments for parole violators...and world peace.
RANDOM ACTS OF BLOGGING
1) I haven't said it yet, but congratulations to my cousin Amy for successfully completing NaNoWriMo! No, that isn't some kind of strange Japanese pilgrimage to the outer rim of the univerise, it is National Novel Writing Month, which was November. She wrote a 50,000 word novel in one month. She even used my name, well, my old name, in it! Yay! GOOOOOOO AMY! Woo-Hoo!
2) When you have to run out of your bathroom screaming "THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU! I NEED AN OLD PRIEST AND A YOUNG PRIEST!" to the toilet, that isn't a good thing. Apparently the water had been turned off and there was air in the pipes, so when the toilet flushed, it sounded like it was laughing and growling. Now, most of the time, I am quite sensible about knowing that the toilet is not alive, however that caught me off guard. I'm okay now, though.
3) I'm just letting you know, but I am going to poison the next person who takes me for granted. Just FYI.
4) Should I be worried that Steve knows the words to "My Humps?" Not just knows them, but sings it while walking around the house getting ready for work? Also, when he uses the word "Fergalicious" in conversation...should I be scared?
5) I don't like Justin Timberlake's music as a rule, but the song "Sexyback" is pretty darn catchy. It's a bad song to hear right before you get out of the car, because you will walk around singing bits and pieces of it all day and people look at you strangely.
6) I'm gonna make cookies!
7) I'm thinking about getting contacts so that I don't have to wear my glasses everywhere I go. Any advice?
I'll be back...
1) I haven't said it yet, but congratulations to my cousin Amy for successfully completing NaNoWriMo! No, that isn't some kind of strange Japanese pilgrimage to the outer rim of the univerise, it is National Novel Writing Month, which was November. She wrote a 50,000 word novel in one month. She even used my name, well, my old name, in it! Yay! GOOOOOOO AMY! Woo-Hoo!
2) When you have to run out of your bathroom screaming "THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU! I NEED AN OLD PRIEST AND A YOUNG PRIEST!" to the toilet, that isn't a good thing. Apparently the water had been turned off and there was air in the pipes, so when the toilet flushed, it sounded like it was laughing and growling. Now, most of the time, I am quite sensible about knowing that the toilet is not alive, however that caught me off guard. I'm okay now, though.
3) I'm just letting you know, but I am going to poison the next person who takes me for granted. Just FYI.
4) Should I be worried that Steve knows the words to "My Humps?" Not just knows them, but sings it while walking around the house getting ready for work? Also, when he uses the word "Fergalicious" in conversation...should I be scared?
5) I don't like Justin Timberlake's music as a rule, but the song "Sexyback" is pretty darn catchy. It's a bad song to hear right before you get out of the car, because you will walk around singing bits and pieces of it all day and people look at you strangely.
6) I'm gonna make cookies!
7) I'm thinking about getting contacts so that I don't have to wear my glasses everywhere I go. Any advice?
I'll be back...
Monday, December 04, 2006
Things I learned this weekend.
1) If you squeeze the nasal spray too hard, the fine, soothing mist becomes a lancet of liquid that causes atomic level pain. Not to mention, it can come close to drowning you. Avoid that if you can.
2) You can have a headache so bad that even when you fall asleep, you dream about having a headache.
3) A cold induced narcolepsy is inconvenient when you have things to get done.
4) My mom will call three times a day if she knows I'm sick, just to make sure I'm still alive.
5) Apparently the stoppers in wine bottles are no longer made of cork. Putting them in the oven makes them swell up and die. Now I have to figure out a way to make a stopper for my art final tomorrow. GAH! More on that later.
If you haven't realized it already, I was sick all weekend. It started on Thursday and by Friday, I was too bad to go to work. I had to send an e-mail to my boss begging him not to fire me for missing another day of work. However, sick or no, I give you my...
WEEKEND UPDATE!
Friday I stayed home from work and took full advantage of what Greg calls "The Green Def" or in non-budness, Nyquil. At first I didn't think it was going to work. I took it and sat back in my recliner with a book, fully expecting to conk out before I read a paragraph. It didn't seem to be doing anything until I stood up and the room did a quick river dance out from under my feet, then I realized I should go lay down. I ended up sleeping most of the day. Steve had volunteered to help the guys at the SpaceDome work on the compressor (which broke down just in time to cancel "The Polar Express") and so I was pretty much on my own for the rest of the day. I ended up feeling really bad because I had forgotten it was Butler's birthday! Butler didn't seem to mind much, I mean, he IS an old man now that he's 4, but Steve came to the rescue. When he got back from the dome, he had gone by Krystals and gotten Butler a box of fries, so Butler, Bear, and I sat down and shared them. It got a little scary at one point because Butler and Bear started to crowd me, but everyone got their fair share. So Butler forgave me for not having a party this year. Besides, he was just greatful not to have to wear a hat!
Saturday dawned much the same. Steve left to help at the theater some more and I shuffled my hide out of bed at some point. I kept medicating myself, probably moreso than I needed to, but a least I was able to breathe. I left the house once to pick up some stuff at Target and get lunch. It was during this time that I realized how bad I felt and that when I don't feel well, I get mean.
I was driving in the parking lot in front of the stores. Since I learned a long time ago that pedestrians get the right of way, I stopped and let some people walk in front of me to get on the sidewalk. This guy behind me honked his horn. I wasn't sure that he was honking at me, because I wasn't doing anything wrong, so I didn't react. More people were trying to walk by, so I waved them on and the dude honked again. This time I realized that he WAS honking at me.
*Let's pause a minute here to recap. I wasn't doing anything wrong. I had stopped to let pedestrians walk across the walkway because they had the right to do so. There just happened to be a lot of people out and about that day*
So I looked in my rearview mirror and see this middle aged guy in his little, fussy, yuppie-jerk car getting pissed off at me for being polite. Granted, I would have been driving had people not been walking in front of me, but Mr. No-Patience Ass didn't want to wait. So when one more person walked ahead of me, he punched the horn and lay down on it. At this point, the point in which Steve would have probably jumped out of the car and ran for cover had he been with me, I had two seconds to think and I didn't use them to think about what Jesus would have done. So I swiftly raised my hand and gave him the "California Howdy" out of the back window of my car. He kept on the horn, I kept up the finger. I even sat in the spot a little longer than I needed to to spite him. The walkway finally cleared, and I was able to go and that jack-ass decided that it would be in his best interest to drive on my tail. Was it not for the fact that I was pretty sure I'd sucker punch the guy in the throat if I came face to face with him, I would have slammed on my brakes and let him hit my bumper just so he'd have to pay for it. However, I ended up having to stop to let someone walk ahead of me again and the guy behind me made a disgusted face and slapped his dashboard and turned off to cow-pasture drive through the parking lot. At this point I started lauging at myself. I couldn't believe I had let some peckerwood touch me off like that! I was ashamed of myself, but also a little bit glad I gave the jerk the finger. Then I realized I needed to get a new Jesus-Fish for my car to curb my outbursts of road rage. It worked for my Cavalier, so certainly it would work for my Sebring. AHHHHH! I do not understand this horn honking thing that seems to be so popular these days. People will honk at you the second the light turns green. Literally before you could possibly take your foot off of the break, much less move the car. I think of them as Yankee-Drivers. That isn't totally fair, because I know some very nice yankees who probably wouldn't do that, but the only other time I've ever known people to do that was while I was in Buffalo, NY, so it's been inextricably linked with yankees in my mind. I hope I can be forgiven!
Anyways, so I got my stuff at Target and got my lunch and headed home. By then I had such a bad headache that I was afraid I'd not be able to drive home. I made it, though. I took some medicine for my head and it didn't work, so I finally went to sleep. When I woke up, I felt surprisingly better! I was still stopped up, but I wasn't wanting to die. I had a lot of homework and stuff to do, so I got started on that, but I felt much better than I had earlier. Steve was gone again to his Sunday School christmas party, which I would have gone to as well, but one of the women in his class is pregnant and I didn't want to make her sick. I had spells of nodding off to sleep, but I got quite a bit of my work done. Go me! I was feeling better until I woke up in the middle of the night coughing like crazy. I felt bad because I didn't want to keep Steve awake, so I got up to go sleep on the Lazy-Boy. I got comfortable and dozed off. Two seconds later I hear *scratch, scratch* which is Butler's way of asking to be let out. I figured that if I ignored him, he'd stop. No dice. He scratched at the door of his kennel for about an hour, and so I finally got up and let him out. All he wanted was to be petted, so in my state of semi-conciousness, I did. Everytime I'd doze off, the wretched beast would nose my hand (and he has a WET, COLD nose) and wake me up again. If I didn't love that dog so much, I would have shaved him out of sheer spite. I have no idea how long I petted him, but he finally decided that he wanted to go out. So I got up, let him and Bear outside, and couldn't go back to sleep. At about 4:00 am, I finally went back to bed and finally fell asleep.
Sunday I was too tired to move and my yuck feeling had come back. So I stayed home from church and my parent's house. I was able to drag myself about and work on homework, but if I got still, I'd fall asleep. I finally lay down on the couch to get a real nap and was out for several hours. When I got up, I worked on homework again and then worked on a gift I'm making. Then more sleep.
So this morning I got up and came to work, but I'm feeling better than I have been. Now I just have to make it through the day and try not to fall asleep at my desk...again. : )
1) If you squeeze the nasal spray too hard, the fine, soothing mist becomes a lancet of liquid that causes atomic level pain. Not to mention, it can come close to drowning you. Avoid that if you can.
2) You can have a headache so bad that even when you fall asleep, you dream about having a headache.
3) A cold induced narcolepsy is inconvenient when you have things to get done.
4) My mom will call three times a day if she knows I'm sick, just to make sure I'm still alive.
5) Apparently the stoppers in wine bottles are no longer made of cork. Putting them in the oven makes them swell up and die. Now I have to figure out a way to make a stopper for my art final tomorrow. GAH! More on that later.
If you haven't realized it already, I was sick all weekend. It started on Thursday and by Friday, I was too bad to go to work. I had to send an e-mail to my boss begging him not to fire me for missing another day of work. However, sick or no, I give you my...
WEEKEND UPDATE!
Friday I stayed home from work and took full advantage of what Greg calls "The Green Def" or in non-budness, Nyquil. At first I didn't think it was going to work. I took it and sat back in my recliner with a book, fully expecting to conk out before I read a paragraph. It didn't seem to be doing anything until I stood up and the room did a quick river dance out from under my feet, then I realized I should go lay down. I ended up sleeping most of the day. Steve had volunteered to help the guys at the SpaceDome work on the compressor (which broke down just in time to cancel "The Polar Express") and so I was pretty much on my own for the rest of the day. I ended up feeling really bad because I had forgotten it was Butler's birthday! Butler didn't seem to mind much, I mean, he IS an old man now that he's 4, but Steve came to the rescue. When he got back from the dome, he had gone by Krystals and gotten Butler a box of fries, so Butler, Bear, and I sat down and shared them. It got a little scary at one point because Butler and Bear started to crowd me, but everyone got their fair share. So Butler forgave me for not having a party this year. Besides, he was just greatful not to have to wear a hat!
Saturday dawned much the same. Steve left to help at the theater some more and I shuffled my hide out of bed at some point. I kept medicating myself, probably moreso than I needed to, but a least I was able to breathe. I left the house once to pick up some stuff at Target and get lunch. It was during this time that I realized how bad I felt and that when I don't feel well, I get mean.
I was driving in the parking lot in front of the stores. Since I learned a long time ago that pedestrians get the right of way, I stopped and let some people walk in front of me to get on the sidewalk. This guy behind me honked his horn. I wasn't sure that he was honking at me, because I wasn't doing anything wrong, so I didn't react. More people were trying to walk by, so I waved them on and the dude honked again. This time I realized that he WAS honking at me.
*Let's pause a minute here to recap. I wasn't doing anything wrong. I had stopped to let pedestrians walk across the walkway because they had the right to do so. There just happened to be a lot of people out and about that day*
So I looked in my rearview mirror and see this middle aged guy in his little, fussy, yuppie-jerk car getting pissed off at me for being polite. Granted, I would have been driving had people not been walking in front of me, but Mr. No-Patience Ass didn't want to wait. So when one more person walked ahead of me, he punched the horn and lay down on it. At this point, the point in which Steve would have probably jumped out of the car and ran for cover had he been with me, I had two seconds to think and I didn't use them to think about what Jesus would have done. So I swiftly raised my hand and gave him the "California Howdy" out of the back window of my car. He kept on the horn, I kept up the finger. I even sat in the spot a little longer than I needed to to spite him. The walkway finally cleared, and I was able to go and that jack-ass decided that it would be in his best interest to drive on my tail. Was it not for the fact that I was pretty sure I'd sucker punch the guy in the throat if I came face to face with him, I would have slammed on my brakes and let him hit my bumper just so he'd have to pay for it. However, I ended up having to stop to let someone walk ahead of me again and the guy behind me made a disgusted face and slapped his dashboard and turned off to cow-pasture drive through the parking lot. At this point I started lauging at myself. I couldn't believe I had let some peckerwood touch me off like that! I was ashamed of myself, but also a little bit glad I gave the jerk the finger. Then I realized I needed to get a new Jesus-Fish for my car to curb my outbursts of road rage. It worked for my Cavalier, so certainly it would work for my Sebring. AHHHHH! I do not understand this horn honking thing that seems to be so popular these days. People will honk at you the second the light turns green. Literally before you could possibly take your foot off of the break, much less move the car. I think of them as Yankee-Drivers. That isn't totally fair, because I know some very nice yankees who probably wouldn't do that, but the only other time I've ever known people to do that was while I was in Buffalo, NY, so it's been inextricably linked with yankees in my mind. I hope I can be forgiven!
Anyways, so I got my stuff at Target and got my lunch and headed home. By then I had such a bad headache that I was afraid I'd not be able to drive home. I made it, though. I took some medicine for my head and it didn't work, so I finally went to sleep. When I woke up, I felt surprisingly better! I was still stopped up, but I wasn't wanting to die. I had a lot of homework and stuff to do, so I got started on that, but I felt much better than I had earlier. Steve was gone again to his Sunday School christmas party, which I would have gone to as well, but one of the women in his class is pregnant and I didn't want to make her sick. I had spells of nodding off to sleep, but I got quite a bit of my work done. Go me! I was feeling better until I woke up in the middle of the night coughing like crazy. I felt bad because I didn't want to keep Steve awake, so I got up to go sleep on the Lazy-Boy. I got comfortable and dozed off. Two seconds later I hear *scratch, scratch* which is Butler's way of asking to be let out. I figured that if I ignored him, he'd stop. No dice. He scratched at the door of his kennel for about an hour, and so I finally got up and let him out. All he wanted was to be petted, so in my state of semi-conciousness, I did. Everytime I'd doze off, the wretched beast would nose my hand (and he has a WET, COLD nose) and wake me up again. If I didn't love that dog so much, I would have shaved him out of sheer spite. I have no idea how long I petted him, but he finally decided that he wanted to go out. So I got up, let him and Bear outside, and couldn't go back to sleep. At about 4:00 am, I finally went back to bed and finally fell asleep.
Sunday I was too tired to move and my yuck feeling had come back. So I stayed home from church and my parent's house. I was able to drag myself about and work on homework, but if I got still, I'd fall asleep. I finally lay down on the couch to get a real nap and was out for several hours. When I got up, I worked on homework again and then worked on a gift I'm making. Then more sleep.
So this morning I got up and came to work, but I'm feeling better than I have been. Now I just have to make it through the day and try not to fall asleep at my desk...again. : )
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