I can't believe I'm about to say this.

I know I've complained about being forced to watch Star Wars time and time and TIME again, but I want to go on record as saying that I thought the movies were pretty good. I mean, I know I'm not going to a movie that is striving for an Academy award, unless it's the one for special effects, and I'm cool with it.

What bothers me is all the people who have written rants about the movies and talk about how lame and ridiculous it all is. I mean, hello people, they are just movies after all. For folks who seem to hate the movie so much, you know an AWFUL lot about it. Not to mention, if you don't like the movies, don't go see them. Star Wars fans don't go see stuff like Gangs of New York and have a festival of hate over Martin Scorcese (is that even close?)

Now, granted, there are some crazy folks out there who tend to go a little over board with the dressing up and the constant merchandising can get -tiring- but you know something? Let the Star Wars fans have their fun. I mean, this is their superbowl! Only they don't get to see a new one every year. I don't know that a man dressed as a Jedi is any more ridiculous as a sports fan that wears the team jersey or sits shirtless at a freezing cold football field with face paint and a rainbow wig on! I mean, it's all about perspectives. Are we supposed to think that because these writers that have such a disdain for a sci-fi flick that they are better than the people who like it? It's kind of silly in my book.

Anyway, there. I've just defended that which I like to make fun of myself. Oh yeah, and I knew that Aunt Baru wanted a protocol droid that could speak Bacci, when I played Star Wars DVD Trivia last night. Slowly, but surely, I'm being driven over to the Dork Side.

Sigh.

Okay, someone explain this. I found this online, and I want to know!

*Interesting, if Khan died from the Genesis thingy, and Spock was sent to the planet the Genesis thingy exploded on, how did Spock come back from the dead while Khan didn't?*

And I don't want to hear that the guy who played Khan had a TV contract!

Also, there is something I also would like to know. I was, once again, thinking about the people dressed up to see Star Wars, and I started to wonder, what is the ettiqute on that? When is it okay to dress up to see a movie, and when is it not? I mean, sure, Star Wars has a huge fan following and the costumes on the movie are amazing, but why don't other movies have people in line dressed up? What about all of the comic book movies that are out now? Those are just as popular as Star Wars. Why wasn't anyone dressed like Spider Man...or Harry Potter? If anyone understands this, I'd like to hear what you have to say.

Anyways, my interview is over and it seemed to go well. I'd like to say I got a feel for my chances, but Mr. Boyd pretty much always seems to be positive. He did say that it would be something I'm familliar with since I pretty much did the job as an intern last summer, and I found out that I know some software he isn't as familliar with, so who knows. I'd really like the job, but we'll see what happens. He still has a lot of people to interview. : )

I almost had a heart attack last night. I didn't realize that my laptop had been left on for three days (flippin sleep mode), and with the air conditioning out it overheated. I couldn't get it to turn on! I unplugged it and ran through the house until I could hold it over a fan. I all but did CPR on it! However, once it cooled down enough, it was fine. Whew.

I finally got my portfolio in order, but it isn't as full as I wish it was. Of course, I've only got things from school I can put in it, but I had hoped it would be more impressive. I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but my job interview for the graphics position in the museum is Wednesday at 9:30 am. Pray for me! I'm scared!

Speaking of the interview. I've been looking for an outfit to wear that will both make me look professional, but not overly stiff and not totaly outside of my own personal style. Well, I can't find a danged thing. Not only is everything uber-casual due to the season, nothing has sleeves! I mean, was there a congressional ruling that no clothes sold between the months on may and august could have sleeves? Maybe it's just me, but I don't think you should wear a sleevless top during a job interview. Also, and I know it's silly, but I don't want my arms all hanging out because I would hate to know that I'm sitting there talking to the manager and think he's interested in what I'm saying and find out later that he was only mesmerized by the swaying of my arm flap. Geez, and you know what else, unless you want to dress like Laura Bush or look like the whore of Babylon, there is nothing to buy anyways. No middle ground at all. I'm not kidding. I found a skirt, I probably have a top that will match it. Who knows? I was desperate!

I got my sticker from Cafepress.com, which is a lovely little website introduced to me by Kenny. I created a bumper sticker that says "I (heart) my Network Administrator". I know Steve isn't MY network administrator, but that's what he does. Now the computer guys here at the SpRocket are going to think I'm talking about them. Eh, I'll let them think so. They're good guys. Funny thing is, Steve is driving the Durango today, so he's going to look kinda full of himself. Heh.

WEEKEND UPDATE!

Well, at least it wasn't boring.

Friday after work, when I got home from getting groceries, I walked into a sticky, humid, HOT house. Hot enough to melt the chocolate on my cookies. Apparently the power going on and off during that day's storm caused the compressor in our air conditoning unit to blow out. For those of you familliar with our house, you know that our house is a power conservationists nightmare. Our windows let air in and out, our front door has no weather stripping, and our insulation is kind of old. So on a hot day with no air conditioning on, our house turns into a sauna. Well, Steve calls a guy to come check on it, and sure enough, we are going to have to replace our unit. However, that's not going to happen for at least two weeks, so we borrowed a window unit from Josh's mom (THANKS BARB!). Now our room could store sides of beef for extended periods of time, but it's better than being hot.

We also have a temporary new member of the family for the next two weeks. Sammy is staying with us while Josh is overseas. Sam is so cute. I feel bad for Bear, though, because he doesn't like to share or play nice and Butler loves Sam, so Bear is all alone while they play dog games. It's his own fault, though. We've had this talk, so he's just going to have to learn to deal with it. The only downside to sam being here is that he starts his high pitched puppy-bark at 5 in the morning. I have to let all of them out at the same time because if I don't, the ones in the kennel start going nuts. SIGH.

Sunday I had another issue with a dog. Angie and Family went to Florida this week, and they left their little beagle, Bubba, at my mom's house. He is so tiny and cute, but he's a hyper little thing. I went outside and started playing with him and he was jumping all over me. I knelt down so I could love on his ears, and the dang dog peed on me! I had to change into some of my dad's pajamas while mom washed my clothes. It's a good thing he's cute.

I also have been getting quite a few hits on my blog lately, mostly because of the 100 thing list I wrote trying to keep awake. It's funny to see what brings people to my site. Here are a few examples:

*"What to wear with Palazzo Pants"= If you want my opinion, STAY AWAY FROM THE PALAZZO PANTS!!! They are bad. The only time I think palazzo pants are acceptable are if you are on the color guard in a marching band and it's too cold to wear a skirt. Even then....yuck.
*"1999 Dodge Durango Sucks"= I disagree. It may be old, it may be a gas guzzler, but doggone it, it will hold roughly 7 cubic tons of trash, art supplies, and emergency equipment. Another plus is that it's got 4 wheel drive, so if I get the wild idea to drive off into a field, I can.
*"The Sims 2 StarTrek Uniform"= You can make these yourself in Sims 2 Body Shop. With Photoshop and a little imagination, you can pretty much make anything for the Sims to wear. Slacker.
*"How to unblock Sims when they are in the shower." = PERV! Why do you want to see naked computer people? Good Lord. Maybe you should be doing a search for "psychiatrists specializing in weird fetishes".

Well, that's all for now, folks. Ciao!

I want to go home!

The girl I'm working with today is having domestic disputes over the phone and she keeps walking outside and leaving me on the phones alone. I mean, it isn't busy, but come on!!!

I also wish I didn't know why they were fighting, but I do because she started yelling at him while she was near the door way. I know too much!!!!!

I don't know what to do, or say. I wish I could scream 'earthquake' and hide under the desk until 1:00.

eesh.

Someome call OSHA!

I was sitting here at my cubie, on a call with a customer, minding my own business, when I start hearing this *thumpthumpthump* sound coming from the my moniter. All I could see when I looked up was movement. Of course, the first thing I thought was ROACH!!!!!!!!!! So I yell and launch myself across the aisle as far from the computer as possible. On second look, I noticed that the movement was not a roach, but a leak which was rather liberally pouring onto my moniter. I was still on the phone with the customer, whom I had to apologize to for yelling in her ear, so I transferred the call to another agent and we had to move my tea mug under the leak. That wasn't good enough, so we had to balance a garbage can onto the top of my cubical to catch the water. After a while, the rain stopped, so the leak went away. About two hours later, the rain starts up again and the leak comes back with a vengence, this time it's coming out of two places. I had to move the garbage can in a weird way, and it's precariously perched on the edge, to catch both drips. This also wasn't good enough, so I went into the storage area, found an old punch bowl and filled it with paper towels, and sat it on top of the garbage can. I'm just waiting for that to fall on me and soak me down with dirty, brown roof water. : P

Sigh.

So, I'm going on about 2 1/2 hours of sleep today, and I can feel it all over. I'm WAY too old to stay out late anymore. : (

So, about the movie.
Well, we had to get there an hour and a half early. The theater went from selling one theater out to selling 8 theaters out, so the line wrapped around the building. Luckily, Steve purchased our tickets on Fandango, so we got to go to a special window with no line. However, that left us with a long time to wait before the movie got started. I spent that time constructively by taking pictures of the lunatics that were dressed up. Some people had really elaborate costumes and some had those cheesy ones like we used to get for halloween as kids, you know, the mask and the plastic parka like thing that says the name of the character. I saw a legion of Darth Vaders, some Jedi, several Palpatines and two pregnant Padmes. I even saw a Hobbit, I swear. My favorite costume, though, was the dude (keep this in mind) that was wearing a white bathrobe and what looked like some kind of headband that covered the tops of his ears with something. At first I thought he had done the ultimate Star Wars faux pas and came dressed as Spock from the 4th Star Trek movie, but it wasn't until Steve walked over that he noticed the dude had actual Honey Buns (still in the packages) somehow attached to his head. The guy was dressed as Leia. I almost wet myself.
The movie itself was actually pretty good. At first there was almost too much to see, but it evened out as the movie went on. Hayden Christiansen was extremely hot, and of course Natalie Portman was beautiful. I think my favorite characters were Obi Wan and Yoda. I've also got a new appreciation for sword fighting. The movie did finally answer some questions for me, but Steve still had a lot left unanswered. There was some cheesy lines delivered, and I swear it took him all of 7 minutes to become evil, but otherwise the movie was great. I could have done without the scene where Anikan (however that's spelled) got dessicated and burned, but hey. You gotta take the bad with the good, I guess.
I'm so freakin, flipin tired. I tried to send some pictures from the movie out, but my computer didn't want to work. So I didn't get to sleep until 3:30 this morning, and then the alarm clock woke me up at 5:30 and every 7 minutes after. Steve must've also been tired because instead of hitting the snooze button on the alarm clock, he kept reaching over and punching buttons on the remote control. At least he didn't pick up the alarm clock and point it at the tv like last time. : )

Hmmmmm, what does one wear to a Star Wars opening?

: (

This is not a great way to start my day!

I was just yelled at for about 5 minutes by the most unreasonable, hateful, selfish woman I have ever had the misfortune to have to deal with in my career as a call center agent. I would love to say that it was out of sheer love for her daughter that she was pounding me to the floor, but alas, in my heart, I know that isn't true. You know something else? It wasn't even our fault that the mistake was made, but she blamed us anyways. I mean, she came out and said it was OUR fault, when clearly it was not. The deal is this, her daughter is supposed to come to camp with a friend. To be on the same team, each child has to be signed up for the same program and same track, or learning area. When the mother of her daughter's friend called in, she signed her daughter up for the wrong track. I had to call lady #1 yesterday and tell her that this had happened and she was MAD. She crawled my case and then told me, yes told me, to have it fixed. I told her I would see what I could do. I was called by the camp manager and told that nothing could be done. I mean, he's the camp manager, so I told him not to worry about it, if he couldn't do it-he couldn't! Well, this morning we get a nasty little fax from this woman basically reaming the reservations department for making this huge mistake and saying that she would elevate the situation to whatever heights she needed to to get her way. Before I go any further, let me say this: We tried to fix this for her. We gave her no reason to believe that we weren't trying to do what she wanted. We actually went through some trouble to figure out how it could work out before I as told it wasn't possible. Okay, so the camp finally figured out a way to move the her little girl into the same program as the other girl-this should make everyone happy, right? Absolutely not. Lady #1 proceeded to ream me out AGAIN because we weren't able to move the other little girl into the program HER daughter was signed up for. It took all of the resolve I had not to lose my temper, and believe me, I am hungry, hormonal, and I have a short enough temper with people like her anyways. I actually had to say a prayer that I wouldn't "get into the flesh" with this woman and tell her where to go and how to arrive there safely. I tried to explain, but it wasn't good enough for her. Now she will be calling to speak to God only knows who...probably the CEO who will not only let her have her way, but uproot the entire workings of that week of camp because he doesn't understand how things really work. I also called the program manager to tell him he will probably have to speak with the lady himself, and just realized that he didn't authorize the girl to move into the new slot, so now I think I might have gotten someone in trouble.

Now I just want to go home and hide under the bed. I also need chocolate...IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!


What makes this so bad is that the camp bent over backwards to try and rectify the situation. People like that woman should be slapped with a flip-flop repeatedly until they cry.

If I had just one last wish, I would like a tasty fish...

Darn that song. It won't go away! I like having brain songs, but I'd rather have a new one every day than the same one for a week! I guess it would help if I didn't have that as a ring tone, huh?

I'm getting so frustrated with my job! Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for my job, I'm glad I have this job, but I'm getting frustrated at the people I have to talk to on a daily basis. It seems like the closer we get to summer, the more ridiculous the parents become. I know that everyone thinks their kids are the most important, but gee whiz people. I hate to tell you, but your kid is not going to be the be-all end-all child of wonder at this camp. Every kid we get is apparently "gifted" and "wants to be an astronaut" and etc. When I don't act overwhelmed at the magnificence of their kid, they get annoyed. I'm also tired of people getting mad at me for things I have nothing to do with! I've gotten people actually angry with me because THEY can't get a fax to go through. Or they are mad because a camp is already booked solid and they say "well, I didn't know you had to call in and book so early!" I'm thinking, come on folks, we've been taking reservation for this summer since last May. We even had one lady go all the way to the CEO of the company to get her way...and she did, of course, at the expense of all of our rules against what she wanted. I am learning a little more every day just how spoiled and unreasonable some adults can be. I also got hit on the other day, over the phone, by some dude from Wisconsin. It was creepy. I mean, I guess it could have been flattering if it wasn't immediately followed by the story of when his wife died. No, I'm wrong, it would have just been creepy no matter what. I can only hope that one day I will have a job where I don't have to listen to these people anymore. I'll be pleasant and helpful and smile like an insane Mousekateer while I'm here, but inside, I'll be dying a little. : )

I tried to show Steve how to do some yoga last night. He has trouble with the downward dog, but he's excellent with the relaxation mode. : ) He will learn...oh yes, he will learn.

I think I'll getting oversaturated with the Star Wars stuff. I was in Target last night and found myself making Yoda sounds. I didn't mean too...I swear!

Begun, this Star Wars-athon, has...

So, did any of you doubt that I would be getting bombarded with all things Star Wars to get ready for the 19th? We've started with Episode I last night and will be going down the list all week. To end the week, we will be playing a round of Star Wars DVD trivia.

Help me.

As for the rest of the weekend, it was very nice! Friday I didn't do a whole lot after work because Steve went to dinner with a guy he works with and I was on my own. I stayed at home and washed clothes and watched a CSI marathon. They were all episodes I'd never seen, so I was in hog heaven. Saturday we worked in the yard a little and then went out. I also learned all the words to the "So Long and Thanks For All the Fish" song from the Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy movie. Hey, you never know when that will come in handy!

We stopped by the Home Depot/Toys R Us building and looked around. I realized that I'm still kind of fascinated by Barbies. However, I noticed something that kind of bothered me. There is a very disfunctional aspect to the whole Barbie world. Barbie, as we all know, can do anything. She is the astronaut, the model, the vet, and everything else. Her friends all just basically ride her coat tails everywhere she goes. How many times have we seen Barbie in a wedding dress? Has she ever gotten married? No! Apparently Ken has problems with commitment. He is too insecure to be with a successful woman. We also notice that while Barbie does all of these amazing things, her friend Midge ends up as the unwed mother. I've seen Midge with her "husband" in the same box, but Saturday she was all alone. ALONE! It was all a facade! So I'm guessing that Ken leaves Barbie and hooks up with Midge, only to leave her in her own little box with a baby on the way. Also, we see Kelly, Barbie's little "sister", but do we ever see Barbie's parents? No! We see Barbie carrying her around all of the time. I'm completely convinced that Kelly is actually Barbie's illegitamate daughter with GI Joe or something. It's all very complicated. Also, Barbie seems to have a problem with getting older. She still dresses and acts like a teenager, but she's like...46? Not to mention, she's gone from being mostly a career woman to doing stuff like American Idol and pretending she's a fairy. Maybe Mattel should create Psychiatrist Bob (tm) so he can put Barbie on some Prozac or something and she can get her life straightened out.

Oh yeah, Darth Vader, Darth Sidious, and some Storm Troopers were at Toys R Us too. Steve was too embarrassed for me to sing at the kareoke machine that was on display, but he wasn't too embarrassed for us to go over there with the Dark Side and look at Star Wars merchandise. Go figure.

We were supposed to go bowling with our sunday school class, but we completely forgot about it. We ended up going to Josh's place and watching movies and eating muffins. Good times, noodle salad.

That's pretty much the highlights!

In the interest of keeping me awake today, I'm going to post 100 things about me. You don't have to read any of these if you don't want to, but the allergy meds I had the bad judgment of taking this morning are threatening to put me to sleep. I need to do something so to stay awake so that I don't get fired.

Yeah, I stole this idea...frickin' sue me.

1. My name is Kelly Martin Pratt, formerly Kelly Diane Martin.
2. I am 27 years old
3. I am afraid of walking by bananas in the grocery store.
4. I am fascinated by old graveyards.
5. I like to travel.
6. My favorite thing to eat is Godiva dark chocolate.
7. I love to smell coffee, but I can't drink it because I have a slight allergy.
8. My favorite movie is Napoleon Dynamite.
9. I wish I were psychic rather than empathic.
10. I don't like the way tomatoes feel or taste.
11. I am completely unfashionable.
12. I have the bad habit of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.
13. I get claustrophobic in crowds and can't sit in the middle of an aisle of a movie theater.
14. I wish I had the power to control dreams.
15. I am an artist, but not a great one. I hope to be great one day.
16. I always tend to want what I can't have.
17. I have trouble remembering the words 'refridgerator' 'filing cabinet' and 'Shower Curtain'.
18. I am most content while sitting on a beach.
19. I don't like to wear a bathing suit.
20. I have a quick temper and a quick wit that tends to get me into trouble.
21. I am married to Stephen Pratt.
22. We have no children.
23. I like dogs better than people.
24. I am terrified of bugs.
25. If there is a Ripleys Believe It or Not museum nearby, I always want to go through it.
26. I have never been overseas.
27. I am a senior at UAH working towards a degree in Graphic Design.
28. At the moment I work for Space Camp.
29. I have a terrible memory.
30. I am extremely clumsy.
31. I am a Christian.
32. I cannot stand to listen to Enya.
33. I will not wear those rubber bracelets that are so popular, but I do own one.
34. Most of my closest friends, with some notable exceptions, are guys.
35. I drive a 1999 Dodge Durango.
36. I love to sing.
37. I have not sung the national anthem in public since I messed it up at a hockey game.
38. I can not stand being interrupted while I'm talking.
39. Christopher Walkin scares me.
40. I love to receive letters, but I have trouble actually writing people back.
41. I like to have pictures made, but I don't like to see the outcome.
42. I love to read and usually have two or three books going at a time.
43. My favorite movies are comedy and horror.
44. I don't go to funerals because I'm too emotional and I don't like to cry in public.
45. I have trouble being serious because whether or not it's a sad situation, I get teary.
46. The only thing I was good at in school was being weird.
47. I love Star Trek.
48. Numbers confuse me terribly.
49. I can't remember phone numbers. I have to memorize the dialing pattern to remember them.
50. I don't like to wear shoes.
51. I get irritated when I'm misunderstood.
52. Wearing pink makes me physically uncomfortable.
53. Every time I think about the time I ate escargot, I gag.
54. I make really good burritos.
55. I have actually started a fire while boiling water.
56. I want to learn Italian.
57. Even thought I don't show it, I am terribly shy.
58. I have very vivid dreams that have sometimes come true.
59. I'm too scared to watch The Exorcist.
60. I throw things when I get angry and I have wicked good aim.
61. I've actually practiced my Oscar winner's speech.
62. I have an aversion to food with textures I don't like.
63. I'm scared of the dark.
64. I am fiercly loyal to my friends and family.
65. I wish there were more reasons to wear costumes.
66. I am extremely sensative to medicines that make me drowsy (hence this list).
67. I can not grow plants from seeds. This has been proven.
68. I was a member of the FFA, and loved every minute of it. Even the jacket!
69. I am a worrier.
70. I will get outwardly angry with Steve but no one else.
71. I once started to cry because I sneezed while reasing the book "The Stand".
72. I have a problem with putting on my clothes correctly.
73. When I'm at home I wear giant fuzzy slippers that have dragon flies on them.
74. I am extremely insecure at times.
75. I hate reality TV.
76. Even though I've done it alot, I hate babysitting.
77. I want to retire to Key West and sell art to tourists.
78. I believe there is a ghost in my hallway.
79. I don't like amusement parks.
80. I'd rather stay at home than go out.
81. When I get uncomfortable, I start acting goofy.
82. I buy candles obsessively when they are on sale.
83. I shope when I'm bored.
84. I am an aquarious.
85. Blue is my favorite color.
86. My hair hasn't been it's original color since 2001.
87. I make beaded jewelry.
88. I can be horribly self concious.
89. Titanic STILL makes me cry, so I'll only watch the first half.
90. I love to give presents.
91. People tend to take my general optimism for naievety.
92. I don't like the icing on bakery cakes.
93. I've been hit by a pie once.
94. I give change to beggars.
95. Martha Stewart is one of my heros.
96. I'm soft hearted about animals, daddies, and old toys.
97. I love to cook, but I am not that good at it.
98. I play Sims 2 in my spare time.
99. I get way too involved in other people's business. I am working on this.
100. I have to restrain myself from buying dishes and cups.

I'm not quite sure that helped, but it did keep me awake a little longer. For those of you who made it to the end of my list...bless your heart. Thanks for being interested.

I have just found a very funny website called Uglyweddingdress.net. It is so funny. What brought this to my attention, you may ask? A girl I work with is getting married and was doing a search for dresses. She kept finding these hideous things that any self-respecting bride would never wear. I told her that I was sure there was a website that had nothing but ugly dresses on it, and lo and behold, I was right! I don't know anything about the author of this site except that she's from Alabama, but I truly enjoyed reading her wedding dress reviews. She hasn't been able to update for a while because a designer got mad at something that had to do with a dress she had on there, but hopefully she will be back soon.

Anyways.

To answer Nelson's question (posted below). Let's not think too had on it because it would cause a great disturbance in the blog world. I think it's probably the person who writes the blog, though, because it speaks of the hubris of the writer that thinks people are that interested in their life. I mean, the readers can't be held responsible for reading something they find amusing. I mean, there are people who read books by Paris Hilton... You can't judge the reader.

I'm dressed like a Spanish peasant today. See, I just assumed you were interested in that mundane aspect of my life. Ha!

There is a huge Mustang show (cars, not horses) outside in the parking lot today. Steve would have to be physically restrained to keep away from them if he were here. I've seen new ones, old ones, and something that I'm not sure fits into the Mustang category, but is still cool. Come one, come all!

I feel like Wylie Coyote this morning. I'm thinking seriously about making a little sign that says "Yikes" and holding it up over my head.

I don't know what is wrong with me this morning, but I have been so clumsy. I promptly ran into a wall, knocked over some things on my desk, and tripped when I went to the vending machine for a granola bar because my shoe flew off when I took a step. I made the mistake of going to the fax machine and almost fell again. I am pretty much too scared to get out of my chair anymore. Of course, with my luck I'll sit here and an anvil will fall through the ceiling and land on my head.

Last night we went to a new resturaurnt called Buffalo Wild Wings. It's pretty new, so the service sucks. However, I can forgive them for that because you can tell it's just because people are still training. They had that NIN (I think) trivia game to keep us busy, and we all played while waiting for the various orders to be corrected. Apparently I know absolutely nothing about Asian capitals and/or architecture. We had a good time though. Afterwards we went to Barnes & Noble and I drooled over the plethora (Jefe, what is a plethora?) of new books that I want to read as soon as I can get them. They probably wish I wouldn't do that as the pages get wrinkled and all.

I found the best thing to get Steve for christmas, but I haven't had a chance to get it yet. I've got to get started on christmas shopping for this year. Last year I don't think I got him anything. Chances are I probably did, but I don't remember what it was. That's pretty sad. I've already picked out some things, but to get motivated to actually get them will be the key.

Well, off to work.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear...

So guess who called me a couple of hours after my post? Yep, the bride-to-be. I am officially a horrible person. Apparently she was in the process of moving and had been so busy that she hadn't had a chance to call me and let me know why she hadn't picked up her invitations. That is also why her phone was disconnected. She was moving. Her fiance is picking the invitations up this afternoon.

You know, I wonder when people will start to realize I'm more important that anything else in their lives? Hmmm? ; )

I got some exciting news from a friend of mine. Apparently his girlfriend, whom I don't know but I'm excited for anyways, was nominated for an Emmy award! She works for a news station and her promo was nominated! I think that's great! Now he gets to go to the regional awards ceremony. Let's hope she wins! I've never known anyone who was dating an Emmy winner! To answer the question I'm sure is going through your head, yes, my life is so boring that I must live vicariously through other people's lives. People I don't even know. If I knew when the ceremony was, I'd wear my new Wilma Flintstone dress and wait around the house until I heard if she won or not. : ) Wait, don't get scared. I'm kidding. I'd buy a new dress for that...

This antibiotic is killing me. I keep getting hot flashes and dizziness. I wish I could go home and get comfotable and sit under an air conditioning vent. I'd do it here, but it's against the dress code rules to be comfortable.

Anyways, that's it for now. Ciao.

Yay! I fixed my computer so I can write in my blog at my desk. Apparently I accidentaly blocked cookies from blogger.com and that's why it wouldn't load when I'd come to the site. I finally figured out how to unblock them! Go me!

Some of the techno-weenie has finally rubbed off on me.

I rule.

Anyways. Yesterday I went to the doc and found out I have a sinus infection. I didn't think it was all that bad, but now I'm on antibiotics and various other types of things. Well, I will be as soon as I go to the pharmacy and get them. This is why I'm temporarily narcoleptic, apparently. I hate sinus infections, but I seem to get one every year. I guess I'm just too delicate. heh...

I embarrassed myself SO BAD yesterday. While I was sitting in the exam room, I kept trying to pull these strings out of the front of my shirt that I noticed sticking out. The one I had on had some embroidery around the neck, and it looked like it was falling apart. I also kept getting tickled on the arm by this funny little tag sticking out of the side seam. After leaving the office, I had a little time to kill, so I went to a shop to walk around and after I had been there for quite a while I realized that my flippin' shirt was on inside out and it had been since I left the house. It had to be obvious to everyone who saw me, but no one said anything! I was finally able to fix my shirt, but the embarrasment remained. This totally explained why I kept getting funny looks. There are just not enough rocks to crawl under when you're in public, you know?

I'm so ticked. Granted, I know that there are plenty of explainations that are possible, but right now I don't think I'd accept any of them. The wedding invitations that I made have still not been picked up. I tried calling the girl, but the only phone number she gave me has been disconnected. Now, I can understand a lot of things if they are brought to me and explained. I, however, can not understand being left with 100 invitations and 50 programs (all under charged for, and completely useless to me or anyone else) and an unpaid bill, with no word from anyone. I had counted on the money I was supposed to get to cover some checks I wrote (which is my fault totally, and I'll admit to it. It doesn't make me any less aggravated, though) and now I'm pretty much boned. Grrrr.

SIGH.

Last night while shopping, I found a great deal on a pretty black dress. $15 dollars for what used to be over $100, and it will serve for any other need-to-dress-up emergencies that might arise this summer. It's a little different than my usual style because it's short and has the one-shoulder thing going on. I thought it looked good, so I went to model it for Steve.

His words: "You look like Wilma Flintstone."

Now, if you will excuse me, I will be setting some 3 1/2 inch Star Wars figurines on fire. Burn, Han Solo, burn.

An Accurate Description of Medicine Throughout the Years (stolen from Blossom Farms website).

2000 B.C.- Here, eat this root.
1000 A.D.- That root is heathen. Here, say this prayer.
1850 A.D.- That prayer is superstitious. Here, drink this potion.
1940 A.D.- That potion is snake-oil. Here, take this pill.
1985 A.D.- That pill is ineffective. Here, take this antibiotic.
2000 A.D.- That antibiotic is unneccesary. Here, eat this root.

Yeah, I can see this...

Well, I had a lovely weekend!

Friday was, of course, the wedding reception. You can read all about that down below. What I didn't mention about that night was that Steve and I went to see The Hithchiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Since I had never managed to read the books, I wasn't at all disappointed. In fact, I really enjoyed the movie as well as had a few mysteries cleared up for me. I now understand "Goodbye and thanks for all the fish", "42" and the whole babelfish thing. All in all, I liked it. I laughed pretty loud in a couple of places though. I hope I didn't disturb the HGG geek-nerds who were in there with us. I haven't seen such devotion since the Star Wars prequals started.

Saturday I had to work, but it wasn't too bad. I was training a new agent, Reina, who is very cool. We have a lot in common, so we talked for quite a while in between calls. After that I got to have lunch with my-favorite-Kenny-in-the-world and his mom, Bonita, who is a very hip lady. I don't know about them, but I had a ball. We ate at Cracker Barrel and goofed around and took photos. I wish we had more time, but they had family stuff to do. : ( Later that evening, Steve and I went to his parent's house and had a cookout and watched The Incredibles. We went ahead and gave Rhonda her Mother's Day gift, which was a canvas bag with pictures of Butler and Bear ironed on it and the words "Ask me about my Grand-Dogs!" She loved it.

Sunday we went to church and went to my parent's house for lunch. We gave mom her gift, two little blue and white china birds and a china snail. She thought they were cute. We also tried shooting the kids BB guns, and it turns out that I'm still not a good shot. However, my sister shot my dad by accident, so at least I can say I didn't shoot anyone. Once we got home, I was feeling kind of sick because of my allergies (darn the pollen!) so I slept and laid about while Steve went to church. I am a heathen, I guess. I met back up with him after church and had dinner with everyone. I was still sick, so I kind of wish I hadn't, but it was good to see everyone. After that I watched the first half of the Elvis mini-series and went to bed. It was an all around good time. What did you do?

So we went to the reception last night. I thought I looked very good, but I was completely under-dressed. Yeah, that was uncomfortable. I, of course, didn't know a soul, and so we hung out at the table with some people Steve works with. We did get to eat some rightous party food, though. You all know how much I like food I can eat off of a toothpick! : ) There was a 5 piece brass band that played jazz and big band music - except for when they inexplicably started playing Stairway To Heaven. I was tempted to fins a lighter and yell out FREE BIRD! However, I didn't. Steve would have never recovered.

GAH!

I'm so unfashionable.

I used to think it was beacause I wasn't the stick person that designers seem to create things for, but I found out that it's just that I have no idea what is stylish and what isn't. For those who know me, you know I'm a jeans kind of person. If I go out, I'm in jeans. My tops vary wildly, but in general I'm very casual. Since the onset of the yoga pants era, I've been even more so. I mean, I am married, I should be allowed to be sloppy, right? Heeheehee. At any rate, the reason I'm basically swallowing my own tounge over this is because Steve and I were invited to a wedding reception at the Botanical Gardens in one of those frou-frou, we have more moeny than God, after 7:00pm, Steve-has-to-wear-a-tie kind of things. Well, goodie for Steve, but what do I wear? I begged him to ask the lady who invited us, but she hasn't been available. So he asks another lady who tells him she is going to wear palazzo (?) pants and a beaded jacket. And this helps me, how? With very few exceptions, I do not wear a beaded anything anywhere that I can't win a tiara and a scholarship. I'm sure as heck not going to wear palazzo pants! I've asked around, but the answers are all different. Cocktail dress, simple black dress, sunday dress, black pants. I've consulted the internet and all I found were things that cost more than a semester in college or looked like a Mormon sunday school teacher exploded on the poor model! I've even done the unthinkable and looked in my own closet to see if there was anything useful (and if it tells you anything, apparently Steve doesn't think a black and purple velvet vampire gown is appropriate for a spring reception. Darn it!)

Someone call those gay guys from Bravo...I need some serious help.

Ooooh, what about this?


Well, it isn't black... ; ) I mean, yeah, it's a Star Trek uniform, but it's not black!

Also proving my point...look at the hair. SHE BANGS, SHE BANGS!

SIGH

So I make my friend- who does indeed not read my blog (see below. Oh and by the way, I'm sorry I got so many of you paraniod that I was talking about you in that entry. I don't know whether to think it's funny or wonder at how many of you think you're ignoring me!)- by telling him the truth. Granted, I suppose I could have been nicer about it, but he made me mad and as you all know, I can't keep my mouth shut when I'm mad. I feel bad about making him angry now, but I didn't at the time. Maybe honesty isn't always the best policy!

I finally finished all of the projects that I had to do last week. That is a huge weight off of my shoulders. I finally bought the ribbon I needed and finished the gosh-darned wedding invitations. I asked the bride to come and pick them up today, but it doesn't look like she's going to show up! I know brides are busy right before their weddings, but I will hunt her down like a dog if I have to.

We had Logan and Angie's birthday dinners at mom and dad's yesterday. Logan asked for crab legs (gag) and all she could find to buy were the king crab legs. They were huge!!!! I picked up the end of one to look at the shell and found out that crabs have fur!!!!! It was gross and fascinating at the same time. Steve said that it was to help them climb on stuff, like a spoider has little furs on it's feet. That kind of grossed me out more. So, now I've got this vision of giant crab spiders with furry feet hanging around in the corners of my home just waiting to eat my face. Darn the seafood and it's resemblance to arachnids. I"m guessing that crabs and spiders are probably related somehow. I don't see how Steve can eat them if they are. Blech.

STATUS REPORT

One pretty darn good self-promotional website completed and turned in for final project. It actually turned out better than I thought it was going to no matter how much my teacher thinks I should have more "Type Play". I also learned how to do some nifty stuff with Flash in the process. Go me!

12 intaglio prints of Key Largo done and turned in. 7 of them trial proofs and 1 edition of 5 identical ones. They didn't turn out as well as I'd hoped, but I am just not that skilled with intaglio. If I had more time to devote, I think I'd become rather talented at it. Anyone want to buy me a $3,000 press and UV exposire unit? Anyone?

One hundred handmade wedding invitations completed (well, almost). I got down to the last 25 and ran out of ribbon, but I'm heading out to get the rest of it today! Here is what they look like - although please understand they are much nicer in person -



The invitation is actually navy blue rather than purple, but I had a little trouble with the color settings when I scanned it.

I have not cleaned the house yet. I've made a couple of half hearted tries, but I kept getting distracted with school stuff. In fact, the house seemed to get messier and messier as I was in the process of doing all of this. Today, however, I am going to clean! I don't know what will actually get acomplished, exactly, but I am determined to at least see the floor in one room by the end of today!

I have taken some new pictures that I eventually want to put up on my website. Speaking of, the redesign on that is going SLOW. Maybe this summer I can have it completed. I've got all of these really great ideas, but I haven't been able to implement them. SIGH.

Yesterday I used the remainder of the gift card that dearest husband got me from Williams-Sanoma. I got a very cool muffin pan that makes the muffins or cupcakes, or whatever, in the shapes of roses. Hmmm, maybe that's a little dorky to everyone else. Anyways, I thought that it would be a cute idea to make red velvet cake in them. I just recently found out that I'm good at making red velvet cake. However, I need to learn how to store it away. Steve was eating the last piece and after the first bite found mold on it. Yeah, needed to put that in the fridge. Sorry, Steve!

I have very recently had the feeling that a friend of mine has become utterly and completely tired of me. I don't exactly know if I did anything to cause this, but I suppose I must have. I'd like to apologize if it is something I CAN apologize about, but if it is just about me being me, I guess I'm kinda screwed. At any rate, friend-who-probably-doesn't-even-read-this-but-on-the-off-chance-may-be-reading-this-and-will-know-who-you-are, be nice enough to tell me if this is true and give me a little closure. I'd rather know that we are no longer friends than to sit about waiting to hear from you and not, or finding out later that you only stayed around because it made you feel too bad to just tell me that you were tired of me and have you complain about me to other people. I neither need nor want that. Thanks!

I went to the new Starbucks last night. I was underwhelmed. I mean, it was fine as far as coffee shops go and it had a fine selection of all things coffee and tea, but I guess I was just expecting more. However, I will go back! If nothing else, the smell of the coffee alone is worth going in. I think I might also adopt that angsty art student facade and wear black and sit in the corner with my copy of On the Road. However, finding angst and a copy of On the Road, may be more trouble than it's actually worth! : )

I'm sure all of this was riveting, but I'm going to leave it at that. Ciao!

Yeah, I'm still here. Could someone please tell me why I can't sleep? You'd think I would have left a while ago to go play Sims 2 University, right? I mean, I told you that's where I was going and all, so it makes perfect sense.

However, my rear never even left the chair because I suddenly remembered a very punny conversation I had once that had been posted on my friend, Kenny Smith's, blog, so I went on a mission to find it. I spent a friggin' hour or more reading/scanning every blog entry that dude had recorded since he started his page in 2003. I couldn't remember when we had this converstaion. I don't know why it was important to find that. Oh and I also felt the need to find a part in there where he quoted part of a book, which in turn reminded me to find out when it was we had dinner last year in Cullman where we got in trouble at a bookstore for being raucous. It took a while, but I finally found them, but in the process I noticed that my friend writes A LOT. This isn't a bad thing, because he's entertaining. He talks about his friends, his job, politics and and also an unusual amount of time talking about his lawn care routine. I also realized how much of a life he has and how little of one I have! I mean, I just spent an hour and change reading about all he has done trying to find myself in all of that. (Isn't it weird how people you always think of as being a part of everyday really aren't? Not that I don't think of him or read his website every day, but I guess part of me always thinks he is next door or something and it's a lesson in perpectives that left me pretty shocked.) Anyways, thank you, Kenny's Blog, for helping me to realize I need to get a life interesting enough to write enormous amounts of stuff about, and people to fill it with.

Oh, wait, it's 1:00 a.m. It's too early in the morning to get a life.

Well, here I am! I know you were probably missing me! Heh. Actually, I'm still having trouble with Blogger.com at work, so I haven't been able to post anything while I was thinking about it lately. So I decided to just ramble while I'm at home. It will make you feel less cheated if you're reading this.

Speaking of not posting. I'm going to have to go into a self imposed exile for the next few days due to overburdening myself with projects and what not. Luckily, I finished the final intaglio print that I had due (and not without turning yet another part of myself black for a couple of days), and I also finally finished the wedding programs for my friend Tasha. They turned out decent, if I do say so. The invitations are going to be a little more tricky to finish. They have three layers and a bow, and it takes forever to get everything cut out and tied together. They look nice, though. I've still got 60 left to cut out and put together. I'm glad I'm getting paid for this. I've also got to design a promotional website for myself as if I were presenting it to a potential employer (Dang that was a lot of Ps), and I've got the basic design down, but I still have to do all of the referencing and stuff as well as building two flash animations to insert in there. Didn't know I could do that...huh? : )

I've been having this horrible recurring nightmare that I am packing boxes and having to move out of places. When I ask to stay, the people just tell me to leave because they don't need me anymore. When I look down into my boxes, they are full of weird stuff like the kind of stuff you keep in scrapbooks. Pictures and stuff like that. Then they push me out the door and I can hear them having a party on the other side of the door, but they won't let me back in! It's very frustrating! I think I'm going to learn lucid dreaming and beat someone up. : ) It might not get me invited to the party, but at least no one else will have a good time! Heeheehee.

I need a few prayers, if you don't mind please. I applied for a job in our graphics department today. It's basically the same job I applied for last year. The girl who got that job left a week ago. I would really like to have the job, but I'm nervous about it. I mean, I know it would be great if I was able to finally work in the field I'm training for, entry level or not, but getting the job is not the biggest thing I'm worried about. I mean, I may get it, I may not. That is up to God. What I'm worried about is if I don't get it, will I feel as bad as I did last year. I mean, it really upset me and I don't want to have to feel like that again. I need prayers that I can handle rejection with grace and ease. If it's not God's will for me to have it, I want to be able to accept that and go about my business with little to no discomfort. In fact, I'd like to not even think about it until I have to, but as it is when you want something, it's always lurking around in the brain. I also would ask for prayers that if I DO get the job, I will do my best and make them glad they chose me. I need to fix my portfolio and get it ready. Even if I don't get the position, I want to go into the interview as prepared and professional as possible. I might even wear a skirt. I'm a wild woman! : )

Wow, this is a long entry. It's 11:27 p.m. and I can't sleep. Ah to sleep, perchance to blog. heh.

Steve's Blackberry thingie just scared me half to death. Every time he gets an e-mail, it sings the Mah-na Mah-na song by the Muppets. You're probably familiar with the song from the diet cherry vanilla Dr. Pepper commericals where the dude in the resturaunt starts singing. Anywho, I had to jump up and slam it into the little magnetic pouch that turns the sound off. One thing I DON'T need is to be scared to death by Muppets.

I think I'm about to go in there and waste some time playing Sims 2 University. So far I haven't graduated anyone I've sent to college, but I've killed a great number of people. Now that I've been using the programmers cheat codes, it's a lot more fun to play. You can kill people, aliens can get them pregnant (men or women, believe it or not), they gan get older or live forever, and you never have to make them go to the bathroom if you don't want to! If only life were that easy!

Well, ta for now. Once I am back in a less hectic pace, I will be back. Hopefully I can figure out what is wrong with my blogger at work so I can write stuff while I'm thinking about it. Yeah, I know, whoop-de-freakin-do.

Holler!

OK, so I'm home between classes and watching one of the movie channels during lunch. There have been two Jennifer Love Hewett movies in a row.

Isn't this one of the biblical signs of the apocolypse?

Speaking of dreams...

Last night I was having a weird dream, but I'm not going in to the whole thing. Somewhere in this long, drawn out dream I overhear someone talking and I woke up all cracked up from what they said.

I was dreaming of being in a college in the Science department. I overheard some people talking and one guy says "There was an old lady who accidentally grabbed a packet of SeaMonkeys instead of sugar and poured them over her cereal (which makes perfect sense because I keep my Seamonkeys with the Splenda too, but I digress.) In thirty days she looked great and she was very healthy. Apparently SeaMonkeys are a frickin' fountain of youth! Now SeaMonkeys are being traded like smack out on the streets."

Where does my brain come up with this stuff?

Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight I address you from the yella room where we have been sleeping due to the laundry on our real bed. How am I writing to you from there, you may ask? Well, Steve has installed a wireless network, Woo-Hoo! As I told a friend of mine, I can now jump on the internet from the couch, the bathtub or even the closet if I want to! It's very cool. However, I believe it will not be conducive to activeness. I'm going to grow into the fabric of the couch. : )

I wanted to post earlier today, but for some reason I have been haaving trouble with blogger.com from work. It keeps asking me to log in, but won't let me in the program once I sign in. Weird. I actually had something interesting to say, and of course I can't remember any of it now. Oh well.

I rented the movie "The Grudge" tonight and it was so stupid. I had heard it might be, but I wanted to see for myself. Some advice, just wait for it to go into the $1 bin somewhere before you bother watching it. Pah!

I saw this pretty good looking guy on TV the other night. I was just thinking how cute he was when the first thing out of his mouth was "I have genital herpes." That little infatuation was over quick. Can you please tell me why Vioxx or whatever has to be advertised on TV? I mean, eeeeeesh. Gross. I don't want to know about stuff like that! That poor actor. Under his "former expirence" on his resume it will have to mention the herpes commercial. How embarassing.

I had a very strange dream the other night about a guy I dated a while ago. His name is Andrew, and he has been on my mind a lot lately because he had joined the Marines after he graduated high school. I guess I've been worried about him because I don't know if he is still in the Marines and if he had to go overseas or not and I'm just hoping he is okay. Anyways. I haven't really even spoken to him since 1997 or so, but as I said, I've worried about him because of the war and I don't have any clue how to get in contact with anyone who might know him. In my dream, I saw him again and he gave me this huge book that would tell me everything I wanted to know. Just as I was opening it up, I woke up! I was so mad! I love to dream, but I hate when stuff like that happens.

Well, I need to stop writing now. I'm about to fall asleep and the laptop is getting hot! Ciao!

I saw the most disturbing movie last night called The Hole.

*Warning-I am going to give away the end here. Just FYI*

I've seen a lot of horror movies in my time and rarely have any of them bothered me like this one. I don't even think you can rightfully call it a horror movie, but it scared me a lot. We came in sometime after the beginning, so I didn't really know what was going on at first. It's a non linear story told mostly in flasbacks by a girl who had obviously survived a very bad situation where she had been trapped with three of her friends in an old war bunker for days without food and water. She's telling a psychiatrist about what happened and we see her story play out. This bunker was a place discovered by a boy at school that was out in the woods and no one else knew about it. These 4 friends decided that they wanted to camp out down there during a school vacation, and thought it would be fun to be locked in. The boy locked them in and said he'd be back in three days. Well, they have their party and the three days pass, and the boy doesn't come back. They start freaking out and after a couple of days they begin to starve to death. They try everything they can think of to get out, and they realize that this boy is leaving them down there on purpose and they find microphones down there that are recording their conversations. So they pretend that they are fighting and that one girl is sick so that the boy will hear them, and the next day the door is opened and they get out. However, after we get back to the present, the psychiatrist looks confused and you can tell she's pretty much humoring the girl and we find out that the other three kids are actually dead. As the movie goes on, we see the psychiatrist working with the police to find out what really happened. They arrest the boy who had the key, and he tells a similar story and we see it play out, but his story is that he had given the key to the girl who survived and she could have gotten out at any time. They don't believe him because she had been so sick and starved when she was found and they knew she would have let them out if she could have. Well, then we see the girl who survived again and she takes the psychiatrist down into the place she had been trapped and tells her the real story, and we see her real memories, which are not the ones she told earlier. Apparently she was in love with this boy who never paid attention to her. She (Elizabeth) talked her friend Francis into asking her boyfriend to go along with them to this bunker for the vacation and ask the boy Elizabeth liked to go along so that they could hook up. This doesn't work, and it turns out that the boy likes Francis instead. After two days, the boy decides he doesn't want to stay there any more and he wants to leave. Elizabeth gets upset and says that she's leaving too, but when she gets to the door, she locks it and hides the key. They believe the door is jammed shut. After the others panic (and she pretends to) they realize they are just going to have to survive until someone comes looking for them or the boy who knew they were there tells someone. That doesn't happen. Elizabeth never tells them she has the key and they slowly start to starve to death. Her main purpose in all of this is to sleep with the boy she likes and figures to herself that if he can't get away, it will eventually happen. Just when it is about to, the other boy runs in and says that Francis is sick from the dirty water they drank and can't stop throwing up. At this point you know that Elizabeth is a sociopath because her friend is really sick and she doesn't let her out. That night Francis dies of a hemorrage brought on by throwing up so much. A day or so later, Elizabeth has a flash of concious and starts to tell the others that she has the key, but when one boy finds out that the other had been hoarding drinks, he kills him with his bare hands and that leaves Elizabeth with the boy she likes and he gets that "I'm about to die so why not" attitude. Afterwards, she opens the door. When he finds out what she did, he tries to climb the ladder and kill her, but it breaks and he falls and is killed. She just locks the door behind her. After telling the psychiatrist all of this, the woman is shocked and wants her to tell the police. Elizabeth won't because she didn't want to get in trouble for what she saw as a series of accidents and not her fault. Well, as the psychiatrist is trying to convince her to tell she starts screaming and the police at the crime scene come running and the girl is taken out of the room. The police tell he psychiatrist that the case is over, they have proof the boy that locked them in was guilty. Apparenly (you see in a flash back) he had gone to see Elizabeth and ask why she framed him for all of this and she tells him that she knew he couldn't be proved guilty and she didn't want to get in trouble. He's upset and she bends down to comfort him, and she sticks the key in his pocket and she knocks him over the side of the bridge they were standing on. So they find his body and the key in his pocket, so they believe he comitted suicide out of remorse. At the end you see Elizabeth smile, so you know she planned it that way. Elizabeth gets away with everything because the psychiatrist can't tell what her patient said! It was crazy! Maybe it bothered me because I'm claustrophobic or whatever, but my skin has been crawling ever since.
Sorry for the lengthy review, but yuck, I had to get it out of my head!

I can now commiserate with anyone who has ever tried to dress an angry two year old. This morning I had to take Bear back to the vet to get his stitches out. As soon as he saw me coming with the harness he went nuts. I chased him around the room, tried asking nicely for him to stand still, and I even tried the trick of putting my hands through the leg holes and pulling his legs through that way. When I finally got his legs through, he rolled over on his back so I couldn't fasten it!!! I had to wrestle him down to get it on. Then he jumped on the car, scratching the paint, and while we were driving he tried to stand in my lap! By the time we got to the vet, we were late, he and his lead were wrapped around my legs, and I had a sore spot on my face where he punched me while we were in the car (yes, he PUNCHED me!). He wouldn't sit still for the vet to clip off the stitches, so they had to take him in the back and strap him to the table. While he was back there they found another gross bite mark on his chest that we couldn't see because of his fur. We have to start giving him antibiotics again and put the stinging medicine that he hates on it!!! They didn't even try to stitch it up. Oy vey. The vet thinks he's the worst acting dog, I just know it. He was only scared though. I"m going to have to resort to drugging my dogs whenever I take them in from now on.
How do mothers do it? Geez, these are just dogs for the love of Pete!

Well, I guess this is better than the chocolate crosses they have at Easter. What's next, Beanie Apostles?

RANDOM THOUGHTS OF THE DAY

1. When did I get old? Well, I know I'm not "old", but last night at dinner, a family that used to go to my church was at the same resturaunt we went to. I taught one of their daughters at church and she was 5. She is now in the 5th grade and taller than me. Her sister, who I also remember as being very young, is graduating this year. If you'll excuse me, I'll be in the den with a 6 pack of Ensure and a Matlock marathon.
2. I saw the movie Sahara this weekend. It was SO GOOD!!!!!! Matthew McConehey(?) is a great Indiana Jones kind of character, not to mention he is gorgeous! Two thumbs up, a fine family film. : )
3. For some reason I've been thinking about a friend of mine that I haven't seen in several years. His name is Micheal and we used to hang out all the time, but we stopped seeing each other as much when I met Steve. I feel bad about that now. I always hated that when people would do it to me. At any rate, I don't know why he's been on my mind so much. Maybe that means I'll see him somewhere soon.
4. I want ice cream. I want ice cream NOW!
5. I have to go to school tonight *que video clip of me writhing on the floor having a hysterical tantrum* and I don't want to.
6. I'm skipping the honors day convocation tomorrow to wait for the bug man. We have ants. I've seen all manner of vermin in our house, but never ants. They must be destroyed immediately. If for no other reason than ever since I saw them, I feel like they are in my hair. They aren't, though. Just thought I'd throw that in.
7. I still want ice cream. Ooooh, and chocolate milk. No, I'm not pregnant.
8. Don't shop at the Micheal's art supply store on Univerity Drive. They mis-label prices and have bad customer service skills.

That is all for now!

PHI KAPPA PHI!!

Woo-Hoo!

No, it's not a sorority, it's the honor's program at UAH! I'm finally a member!!! Now, if you will excuse me, I'm going to update my resume!

I am so freaking tired. I don't know if it's the time change, or if it's the end-of-semester push, but I feel like I haven't slept in days.
I've kind if got the blues today too. Not a serious case of them, thank goodness, but just enough to delicately color the day. Why? I don't really know the core of it. Part of it is just being tired, part of it is watching things pass away. Things that you'd come to rely on and hoped would always be there. Hey, it happens. Knowing that doesn't make it any better, but at least it's not coming out of nowhere and hopefully I'll just get numb enough to not care.
We took Butler to the vet on thursday so he could get his shots, and he had his new harness on. It looked funny and kept falling down, but I thought it was because I bought one too big. When the vet brought him back, his harness was on differently, and it looked as if it fit better. Apparently I had put it on him sideways. I'm pretty sure the vet was laughing at me. She probably thinks that if I'm the kind of person who can't get a harness on right, I probably couldn't put a bathing suit top on right either.
A breif spark in an otherwise blah day...a friend of mine is getting married and asked me to design her invitations and program. She didn't know what she wanted except for in the most general of terms, so I've got free reign. How cool is that? I went out and looked at different kinds of paper after work and then went to get groceries. I didn't get home until almost 9:00 and I still have to eat and work on that stupid website. I took a minute to sit down and read a couple of my must-read websites that I didn't get to see today and write in my own blog.
Now I'm off to eat. Ciao.

I wasn't going to say anything about Terri Schavio. Partly because I wasn't sure how I felt about the whole situation and partly because I felt people were talking about it enough. However, I will say a couple of things that are on my mind about it.
I'm of three minds about the whole thing. Mind number 1 thinks that what that poor lady went through is horrible. She wasn't on a respirator or a heart machine, she was simply being fed through a tube. Lots of people are fed through tubes. Starving her to death seems so cruel and inhumane. It was like starving a baby, just someone who couldn't feed herself. I have a severely handicapped brother who can't do anything for himself, and part of me felt like it would be like my parents sitting him outside and saying that it was for the best. Mind number 2 says that her husband probably knew better than anyone what she wanted. Maybe it was a conversation they had that she never had with her parents. Maybe she didn't like talking about life and death with her parents, who knows? People like to demonize her husband because after the doctors told him she wouldn't get better, he moved on. Granted, it WAS tacky to get engaged and have kids while she was still alive, but I have to say that I don't blame him. As much as I would love to think that Steve would mourn me and never look at another woman for the rest of his life, I know it isn't likely. Could he have divorced his wife and married the other lady? Sure. Why didn't he? I don't know. That's just it, though, no one knows why he's done what he's done. It's all speculation and wonder. Is he a bad man? I don't think so. I'd have to have more proof than I've gotten so far that he was doing any of this to be cruel.
Mind number 3 (and this is the one I'm beginning to think is right about it) tells me that this stopped being about Terri a LONG time ago. This was a pissing contest (sorry, Rhonda) between two families who wanted the power over someone's life. Could her husband have divorced her and given her life over to her parents? Yes. He would have been free and clear to do whatever he wanted after that. He had already received the million dollar malpractice settlement, so what made him stay? Her parents, even though I feel so bad for them, HAD to know that she wasn't going to get better. She was in that state for 15 years, it was kind of obvious she wasn't going to get any better. Although I know their faith was strong, but I believe they didn't comply with her wishes because they didn't want to and that is that. Do they love her? No doubt, but did they take into consideration that she didn't want to be a burden to them or anyone else? That she didn't want to BE like that? No. Keeping her alive against her wishes is just as wrong as taking her off the machines, IMHO.
All that being said, I'm glad it's over. For Terri's sake and no one elses. I'm ashamed of everyone involved. May she FINALLY rest in peace.

YOU CAN NEVER BE TOO RICH OR TOO THIN.

You know, I don't know who originally said that, but I'm pretty sure they were from Palm Beach, Florida. : ) More about that in a bit.

As you may or may not know, last week I accompanied Steve on a buisness trip to West Palm Beach. We left on Monday, flying all the way down there, and I realized that my attitude about flying hasn't changed a bit since high school. I STILL HATE IT!!! I'm sure it wouldn't be so bad if I never had to take another shuttle like the ones that fly from Huntsville to Atlanta. They are basically the equivelent of an airborn Pinto. Tiny, tiny little planes that sound as if they are just waiting to hit cruising altitude before they fall completely to peices. Steve and I weren't originally seated together, but the kind soul who I was seated by switched with Steve. Personally, I think he thought I looked like I might panic and cause a scene, but I will choose to believe that he was just being nice.

Once we landed in Palm Beach, we were handed off to the car rental place and then we ended up at the hotel. We stayed in the Embassy Suites, which in my opinion is one of the nicer kinds of hotels to stay in. Free breakfast and a little tiny living room. Normally, when you have a hotel room it has your typical two twin beds, a nightstand in between, two ugly prints over each bed, and etc. With an Embassy Suite, you get all that PLUS the little living room, a fridge and a microwave. : ) Hey, I'm easy to please. Anyways, Steve had to attend a class from 8 am-4 pm, so I was pretty much on my own. At first I figured I'd truly be lazy and just lie about, read and watch TV. After about an hour of that, I was climbing the walls. It's not that I don't appreciate not doing anything, but there I was in Florida not doing anything. How could I? But I had a problem. I have NEVER been to a strange place and been alone before. Any time I've traveled, I've been with my family or a friend. Please don't pity me, I know 27 is a little old to be on my own for the first time, but I couldn't help it, I was loved and a little overprotected growing up! So there I was, keys to a rental car, and absolutely no nerve. So I had a long talk with myself (don't be alarmed, I do this a lot). I told myself that I would not be a coward, and that I would get in that car, and I would find out what was outside of that hotel room. So I did. I found out that West Palm Gardens is not quite the kind of place I'm used to. Very beautiful, very posh, palmy and stucco-ey. It was also very...fancy. Normally when I go to a beach town, it's overrun with all of those tacky sea-side souvineer shops and neon and whatever. West Palm Beach was all very...how shall I say it...a very "I'm having lunch with Buffy and Trevor at the club at four, but only if they don't spend all afternoon talking about Harvard again" type of place. I felt like I was practically wearing a sign that said "Makes less than $20,000 a year". Now, I know that's not really a fair thing to say, one shouldn't judge people because of how much or how little they earn, but dang. I felt like I needed a credit check just to take a deep breath out there. When I finally got the nerve to drive, I ended up on PGA Blvd, and this is some of what I saw. A mall roughly the size of Athens (Greece, not Alabama). A row of what I first thought were houses, but they turned out to be some extremely lovely offices and shops. A state park, condos - starting at only $795,000 as the signs so helpfully advertised- and finally a little public beach. I was so excited to find the beach, which in my opinion is the only reason to take a vacation in Florida, but I was SO not dressed for it. I had on jeans, but I rolled those suckers up and walked for a while. I was probably only out there for twenty minutes before I realized that I was going to have a heat stroke, but I still got sunburned a little. After leaving there, I just followed the road until I ended up in what I called the "ghetto" which in fact was actually just a less grand area with smaller houses, and after stopping for some sodas I headed back to the hotel. I was starving, so I figured I would just run through a drive through and take something back, but apparently West Palm Beach feels that fast food resturaunts are coarse and vulgar. No wonder everyone in that town is so thin. You couldn't get a Big Mac there for gold or spices! I had to order room service, which I am still embarrassed to do, and pay way too much for what I could have gotten at Burger King for $5. It was a lovely place, but I felt a little out of place. I also went to the giant mall and got to see my very first actual Tiffany & Co. and Bloomingdales. I, of course, couldn't afford anything in either place, but it was nice to be able browse.
The people I saw there fit into three categories, A) Rich, Thin, and Bored B) Rich, Thin and Beautiful or C) Old. I also noticed that there is an alarming trend among the young ladies down there to wear their jeans REALLY low cut. I mean, REALLY-REALLY low cut. As in, any lower and the whole world will be their gynocologist. Eventually they are just going to be wearing the legs of jeans. I felt like Urkel, and my jeans come below my belly button as it is. They also can do some hard core shopping. I saw people walking out of stores with bags upon bags of things. It was an amazing sight.
Steve was done with his class on Thursday, and he decided that he wanted to drive down to Key West. I was a little shocked. We don't normally do stuff like that, so I was all for it. We were only 232 miles away from Key West, so we got up early Friday morning, grabbed a couple of beach towels, and headed down. It should have only taken us about 4 hours to get there, but right before we got to the bridge at Key Largo, we got stopped by road construction for about an hour and a half. By the time we actually got to Key West, we had been on the road for over six hours. We jumped out of the car and went to the bathrooms to change (yuck, but I will not go into that) and we headed out to the beach. As we were lolling (don't you just love to loll?) we realized that we had no clean clothes and no place to get cleaned up. I tried talking Steve into staying overnight so we could at least have a place to take a bath and whatever, but he didn't want to, so we went downtown all nasty and sandy and had a late dinner at a place called the Roof Top Cafe. The people at the resturaunt kind of treated us shabbily in that "Yeah, we'll let you eat here because we don't have a good reason not to, but we aren't going to make any effort to make you feel welcome." However, we just wanted to eat and leave, and we did. We did a little shoping and made our way back to Palm Beach. We were fine until we reached Miami, and then it was like a roller derby. I thought the people in Huntsville didn't know how to drive, but I'd rather stand in the middle of rush hour traffic here than drive on the highway in Miami ever again. Even the cops are rude and bad drivers! I couldn't believe the people driving clearly 90 miles an hour, not putting on their turn signals, cutting people off and generally being dangerous. It was insane. Steve was nervous and I thought I was going to have a stroke. I didn't relax until we parked in the parking garage at the hotel. We were hungry, but as I said before, there was no fast food places to go to and it was late, so we had to have a vending machine dinner. Saturday we had designated as our lazy-go-to-the-beach day, and we did that with gusto. I had been doing so well all week not getting fried by the sun, but Saturday I left the sunblock on the table of our suite, so I got sunburned pretty bad. It wasn't as bad as I've been burned before, but it itches like crazy. Sunday we had to get back on the planes and come home. I hated to leave Florida, but I was glad to see my dogs and come home.

Notes of Interest.

~I embarrassed myself fairly badly at the beach on Wednesday, even though I didn't know it until Thursday. I got there on Wednesday fairly early in the day and staked out my lounging spot. I hadn't put on my bathing suit, but I had it with me, so I decided to just slide the top of it on under my shirt and then pull my shirt off. (Don't worry, there is no naked element to this.) Anyways, after I got the top on I realized that something was wrong with it, but I wasn't too concerned. Anyways, I hung out for a while, but didn't want to get too much sun too fast so I got my stuff together to leave. On my way out, I realize the lifeguards are checking me out, and I started feeling pretty cute as I walked past (don't judge me!). Anyways, it wasn't until Thursday that I realize that I had embarrassed myself. I'm in the changing area to go back to the beach, and I'm in the process of putting my suit top on and I realize that the lifeguards weren't checking me out the day before because I looked cute, they were looking at me because I had my top on upside down!!!!!!! Ugh. In my hurry to pull the stupid top on under my shirt, I had gotten the part that hooked around my neck and the part that hooked around my back confused. Oy vey...all I can hope was that there were new lifeguards there on thursday.

~Steve doesn't know the difference between a dolphin and a shark. : )

~Palm Beach is a great place to visit if you need to find out if you have an inferiority complex. Apparently, I have one.

~Most designers don't want to sell clothes to women over a juniors size 12. At least none of the more well known designers do.

~ Tiffany & Co. employs a security guard to watch you during the day while you are shopping. This is a good idea, but it makes browsing uncomfortable.

That is all! Ciao!

Precious Memories

Isn't it weird what brings back a memory? The other day I bought a new pack of Maebelene (?) eyeshadow and it made me have the most vivid flashback of the time I went to the district FFA officer interviews. I'm guessing it was because I bought almost the exact same eyeshadow so that I would have something to match the ever so stylish FFA corduroy jacket the night before I went. That was a fun day. I wasn't chosen as an officer, unfortunately, but I met a lot of nice people and made a very good friend as well. In fact, I have a whole scrapbook page for that year dedicated to that day. One of the girls and one of the guys drew me a picture on a piece of scratchy brown paper towel and I want to say that I got some cards from the state officers that were there. It was so much fun. Of course, I didn't find out until later that when I went into the office for my actual interview, they all started talking about my "tattoo". Stupid me had forgotten to take off a temporary tattoo that I had on my ankle before the interviews and it showed through my pantyhose and they were trying to decide if it was real. Heeheehee, that's typical me. Always doing something dumb like that. Anyways, thanks for taking a stroll down that proverbial lane with me this morning. : )

Just wanted to give a shout out to my peeps.

I'll Holla. Peace out.

No Dignity...

I was going to enter this on my blog today, and then I decided not to. I finally decided to post it after all when I realized that it is indeed a funny story. This is a story of how I once again lost my dignity in a public bathroom. I sent this story to a friend of mine, so I just cut and pasted the story as it was from that e-mail. Hope you get a good laugh!

I went to Wal-Mart last night and went to the bathroom. While I was in there I looked for some money that I had in my pocket, but couldn't find it. I was kind of ticked, because I knew that if it had fallen out, I would never see it again. I had just gotten resigned to the fact that I had lost it when I turned around and realized that the money was in the toilet. Now, I just stood there hoping I was hallucinating. Had it been my own bathroom, it would still have been disgusting, but not like this. When I walked in, I thought to myself that the bathroom was gross, but now I was faced with a predicament that would require me to fish something out of the toilet, and I wasn't prepared for that. I honestly thought about flushing it, but as you know, in the toilet or not, it was still money. Had it been change, I wouldn't have even considered it, but it was the green kind. So I went McGyver mode and tried to fashion a rudimentary glove from a toilet seat cover. However, those dissolve when they come into contact with water apparently. *Shudder* So I've got a handful of quickly dissolving toilet seat cover and wet money running like a loon through the bathroom making a high pitched keening noise. So I throw the money under hot water and wash my hands as much as possible. Then I have to take the money, wrap it in tissue, and stuff it into my purse. When I got home, I anti bacterial washed those suckers and hung them up to dry. I guess I'm guilty of money laundering (you know I was just waiting to use that one).

WEEKEND UPDATE!

Greetings everyone! How was your weekend? Mine was fine. Friday Steve and I rented some movies. I, Robot (pretty good, but the CGI effects were a little cartoony. Still a good flick, though.) Without A Paddle (which Steve thought was hilarious, but I played Sims 2 during.) and Dawn of the Dead. We didn't watch that last one because it was dark, so I saved it for Saturday. It was nice to sit at home and relax for a change. We always seem to be running somewhere these days!
Saturday I didn't have to work, so I started cleaning out the yella-room closet. For those of you not familliar with the yella-room, it's our screaming yellow guest room. We've pretty much been using it as a storage closet for the past couple of years, but I'm determined to get it organized again in case of visitors. I found clothes that I honestly forgot I had, so that was kind of fun. Since I saved Dawn of the Dead for that afternoon, I got all curled up and ready to be scared to death, but it didn't happen. I mean, it was gross, don't get me wrong, but it wasn't scary. Maybe I'm a little jaded from all the Stephen King stuff I've read, but the movie was more sad to me than anything. Of course, it was kind of scary when the little girl gnawed the guys jugular in half, but other than that it wasn't bad. That night we went to dinner with some friends and then went to our staple after dinner place: Barnes and Noble. I bought a copy of Vanity Fair, and by gosh I'm going to make myself read it! I also bought myself a small box of Godiva. It's sad when you have to buy your own Godivas, but at least you don't feel obligated to share them. : )
Sunday we went to church and to my parents house. I had to stay home and work on homework that night, but I had a hard time concentrating on anything. I don't know why, but it was like my mind was in a million pieces! I've worked for hours on this stupid project, and I'm no closer to finishing than I was three days ago. It makes me ill, I tell you! ILL!

You know where I'd like to go? There is a park in Athens called Big Spring Park. I used to go there when I was in highschool and hang out. It's tiny, but it's peaceful. I like to watch the ducks. There is also a huge cemetary near there that I've been to once and I'd like to take more pictures.

LOVELY...

I hate not knowing the whole story. Apparently sometime today a former employee came into the Space Center and caused a scene in the lobby and then came down to our trailer and threatened one of the ladies in our accounting department. We don't know what was said, but it must've been bad because the head accounting guy evacuated our office and made us come up to the back up call center in the museum. I'm sure whatever the lady said was an empty threat, but still, it's kind of scary. Now we're up here in this stuffy little office and being slammed with calls. Come, 5:00, I beseech thee!

SEE AT LAST! SEE AT LAST!

I FINALLY GOT MY NEW GLASSES! Woo-Hoo! I went and picked up my new ones yesterday and I can see for miles. It's weird, my eyes have been trained to focus through my ratty old ones for so long that it feels like my eyes are changing shape while they are getting used to the new ones. I'm also excited because the new ones aren't held together with glue, tape or soldier AND I don't look so much like Velma from the Scooby gang anymore. Go me.

Since I had two doc appointments yesterday I skipped school and had a Kelly Day. I went to a place called Garden Cove produce which is a health food store and that was kind of cool. I embarrassed myself there. Taking a que from a very talented photographer friend of mine, I took my camera along with me in case I saw anything interesting. When I got into the store, I thought that some of the things in there would make interesting pictures and that I could probably use some of the pictures for my art projects. Well, since this place is family owned, I asked if I could take pictures because I didn't want them to think I was with the health department or whatever. Well, the first lady told me to ask a second lady, and the second lady told me to talk to someone else, and before it was all over it had gotten more complicated than it was worth. So I was just going to quietly make my purchases and leave. Well, the cashier lady asked if I had taken any pictures and I told her that I just decided it was too much trouble and that it wasn't important, but she wouldn't let me leave until she called the manager over. I was so embarrased. When I told her I was just wanting the pictures so that I could use them for art projects she said "Who are you with?" I just stammered that I was an art student and told her what I wanted to do and told her it wasn't important and she STILL went on to tell me they would have to know some time in advance because of stocking days and what not. I just gave up. I figure I can take pictures at Target if I need pictures of fruit.
I also went to Maple Hill Cemetary to take some pictures, and it was too cold to stay long. I was hoping to get some of those "ghost" pictures I told you about before (heeheehee) and so I just hollered out "Okay, folks, if anyone wants to have their picture made, come on out." About that time I see someone out of the corner of my eye, which of course scares me, and I turned and no one was there. I left fairly quickly after that. In the hazy light of a new day, I'm pretty sure that it was just one of those eye floaters or whatever, but for a second I thought I was about to make an interesting new aquaintance. I'll be going back when it gets a little warmer. I don't know why I like old cemetaries. I'm a taphophile I guess. Don't get worried though, it's not death I'm facinated with, it's the old head stones. I wish that I knew where more old graveyards were. I've just about read everything at Maple Hill. It's still interesting to me, though, so I'll keep going back once a year or so. I haven't looked at the pictures I took yet, so I'll let you know if my friend in in any of them! ; )

Well, if I can't beat 'em...

What could possibly be more fun than the first season of The Dukes of Hazzard on DVD? Why, it's the SECOND season of The Dukes of Hazzard on DVD! You heard me right, folks. Steve bought the second set and we have been watching them at night since last week. You know, I've always liked that show and I realize that it's supposed to be a little silly, but golly-gee when you watch them back to back like we've been doing, you soon realize how campy the show is. I think I said the same thing about the first season, too, and it still holds true. However, I am prepared for my gentle revenge on having to watch them. I went out and bought a 10 disk set of "Natural Sounds" CDs. I've made him go to sleep listening to thunder and waves, so far. Next I'm going to turn on the Bird Sanctuary. He'll have Alfred Hitchcock nightmares! *evil grin*.

Speaking of those CDs, yesterday while I was getting ready for school, I turned on one labled "Solitude By the Lake" or something like that and I turned it up loud so I could hear it all over the house. I don't know what kind of lake this was supposed to be, but I kept expecting Tarzan to let out a yell and swing by me. I can only imagine what the neighbors were thinking!

And lastly...

BOO! I found out that my Yoga class is only a 10 week course instead of 15 weeks like all my other classes. This means I'm going to have to start practicing at home. That's not too bad. At least I won't be embarrassed when I fall down (and I do fall down. Frequently). : ) However, I am going to have to force myself to go to the gym to do regular workouts until school is over if I don't do this at home, I guess. Grrrr.

For those who care, I've updated my website. Nuthing exciting, but at least it's different.

For those who don't care, well, you probably don't read this that often and it doesn't really matter. heh.

I love quotes. I love the fact that we have snippets of wise things other people say to draw on when we don't know how to express ourselves. I use a lot of quotes in my artwork. Sometimes they make sense in the context I use them in and sometimes they don't. It doesn't really matter in the long run, and that's the beauty of the thing. Here is one I found for today:

Indifference is the invisible giant of the world.
~Ouida

So, how was my weekend? Well, it had it's moments. Friday night Steve and I went to see Josh's new condo. It's so adorable...I mean, it's a swingin' batchelor's pad and chick magnet. : ) Actually, it's really nice. It's in one of those condo plexes where they have little lawns and tennis courts. The one he's moving in to was owned by someone with BAD taste in decorating. It's going to have to be completely repainted and the wall paper will need to be taken down, but it's so cozy. He's going to let me help him redecorate! Yay! Saturday I had to work: BOO. Steve and I were going to spend the rest of the evening cleaning, but Josh invited us to a cookout and we went there instead. It was a lot of fun. We talked and laughed and I showed everyone my most impressive yoga backbend. Ooooh and/or ahhhhhh. : ) Sunday we overslept and didn't do anything except for going to my parent's house for lunch. We had been trying to get some things done around the house, and we got some of it done, but all it did was intensify the realization that we need to just bomb the place and start all over. Good news, though, is that my parent's will be having a yard sale and we can unload a ton of stuff with that. Everything they don't sell goes to Good Will, so even if no one buys it we don't have to bring it home. I just wish I wasn't getting rid of so many nice clothes. I suppose not getting fat would help, but I don't seem to have a say in the matter. Steve and I both decided to be brutal and not have those "I'll wear it when I lose weight" piles of clothes, but of course we did save back a couple of things. : )

Anyways, that was my weekend. How very, very exciting.

G'day! Welcome to Australia. Here, have a kangaroo scrotum!

It is amazing what you find on the internet when you are doing your homework.

You know, here is something that puzzles me. When you get into an art or music scene or whatever, you see these independantly printed, usually low quality, little publications which would normally be called magazines. These, however, are called "zines". Is it supposed to make make something cooler or edgier to call it a zine? Part of me thinks that's what they mean to do, and the other part of me thinks that maybe someone needs to learn to spell.

What does it say about my frame of mind when I'm sitting here eating Tang powder with a spoon?

I need advice.

Without going into details (which is odd for me, so please don't ask, although it's going to be hard to help me if you don't know. Just try anyways.) I need to know how to react to a potentially emotionally stressful situation. Don't worry, it's nothing really serious, my marriage is fine and no one will die because of this, but it could reduce me to one of those "face-down-in-a-bag-of-chex-mix" moods for a while. Of course, as of right now, the situation is only in my imagination. But you know how sometimes you can see the signs? Well, anyways, I have seen the signs and basically I just want to be able handle it gracefully with the least amount of stress and tantrum throwing. I've come to the conclusion that there are three ways to handle this:

A) Wait it out and see if it will be sudden and painful or so gradual that I won't even notice. Of course, if it's sudden, and I don't do anything, there will be a period of time where I'm going to be very sad and eat a lot before I get over it. If you haven't noticed, I'm an emotional eater. Or I might cry, and Steve hates that. Or both, and I really hate to eat when I'm crying because I get a stopped up nose and I tend to drool. Yeah, there you go. Pretty.

B) I could just start the process myself and get it over with. However, if I'm wrong about everything, it will make me look like a complete ass and not only that but I might end up making someone mad. Personally, I'm kind of tired of looking like an ass, and I don't like to make people mad unless I can turn it around and make the person feel bad for getting angry and then get diamonds or chocolate out of it later.

C) Get a pet otter to take my mind off of things. I like this idea, but Steve doesn't.

If you were faced with a situation that could upset you, which one of these would you pick? I know you probably think I should just wait and see what's going to happen, but it's the waiting part that is driving me crazy. It's like riding a rollar coaster blindfolded and going up and up and knowing that the drop will be coming soon, but not being able to see it. SIGH. Why can't I just be clairvoyant and know everything? It might be boring, but it wouldn't be as stressful.

FREE TO GOOD HOME

Husband who implied that I was fat and then made it even worse by trying to explain his way out of it. Goes by the name of Steve, but will also respond to "Butthead". If interested, by all means, let me know.

Ghoststudy Photo Gallery!

This is so interesting! I can't remember if I've ever posted the link to this or not, but this is a website that claims to post pictures of ghosts. Now, I don't know whether or not to believe that what is presented is ghosts or not. I've become too jaded in my old age to really believe (especially since I can do stuff like this in PhotoShop-ahem...hiremeforyourgraphicsdepartmentifyouhaveoneplease) that this is what I'm seeing. However, I wanted to post the link because I think it's kind of weird if nothing else. The only ones that actually scare me are the people in the TV sets. I don't know why, but just to entertain the idea that something could be looking at you through the screen of your turned off tv freaks me out. It gives me the same feeling that makes me look behind the shower curtain when I'm in the bathroom. : ) Enjoy!

Note to self, never point out the obvious to someone who doesn't want to acknowledge it.

Yesterday I overheard a lady that I work with talking with another lady about a friend of hers that was addicted to some kind of drugs. After her friend went back to her desk, she turned to me and said: "I just don't understand people who are addicted to drugs" as she reached for her 42nd ciggarette of the day. I said "It guess it must be like smoking." If looks could kill, you'd be following my hearse right now.