IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY...

Well, at least saturday was. Now that it's over, I can safely say that I had a wonderful, wonderful day on saturday. Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it go...

9am-1pm- I had to go to work, which wasn't all that fun, but I got all of my yucky repetitive work that had been building up out of the way. Mechele and I had to pack 180 program guides apiece, which doesn't sound all that bad until you have to do it, and I had to enter in a ton of program guide requests. I normally don't mind doing that, but when I stare at a spreadsheet too long I get cross eyed. It wasn't too busy phone wise, and I got a few good games of freecell done. The only truly sucky thing was that I had homework to do, and I didn't do it. I just felt it would have completely killed my buzz. Let's hope I can get it done tomorrow before I go to school.

1pm-3:00- Went shopping. Okay, it's official, I have a shopping addiction. Of course, I was going out to buy specific things so it wasn't a random drive by shopping. I was supposed to meet My-Favorite-Kenny-In-The-World, and I didn't have a thing to wear. I went to Lane Bryant, because that is usually the only place where I can find clothes that fit, but they didn't have what I was looking for. So I went into the GAP, which honestly I haven't shopped in in years, found what I wanted in what I hoped wasmy size, and crossed my fingers. To make a long story short, WOO-HOO! Not only WOO-HOO but I also looked darn cute. I also went to Target to run a small errand and then I went home to get ready for my lunch date.

4pm-6:45ish- Had lunch with one of my very best friends, Kenny. I had told him to meet me at a Ruby Tuesday's in Madison, and when I got there I waited out in the waiting room. He wasn't there and I got scared that my directions sucked and he couldn't find the place so I called his phone. When he answered, I asked where he was and he said in the waiting room of Ruby Tuesdays. I thought "Oh no, he's at the wrong one" but I thought a second and poked my head into the area with the benches in the actual resturaunt and ended up looking right in his face while I was on the phone. So I felt a little silly. Anyways, I had a great time eating, talking, joking, fighting over the check and swapping stories. I hope he did too! Even though we e-mail each other almost every day, I always forget how much fun he is to go out and do stuff with! We also went and picked out some shoes that he can wear with one of his new suits. Did they look okay? I already had plans for that evening, so I wasn't able to spend more time with him, which stank, but it just makes me look forward even more to seeing him again. Besides, I never mind saying goodbye because he gives great hugs ; )

7pm-12am- Steve and I had a dinner date with Matt and Christy Frazier and we had a lot of fun. We went to Wings, and pretty much laughed through most of dinner. They are fun! We also went to see the Adam Sandler movie 50 First Dates. It was funny, but I'm not so sure I liked it. I mean, okay, the girl had a head injury and had no short term memory. This means that she could do things and meet people one day, go to bed at night, and wake up not having a clue that anything had happened. She literally thought that every day was Sunday, October 13th. Her Dad and brother did everything they could to keep up the charade, but then Sandler meets her and falls in love with her and she falls in love with him too. However, when she wakes up the next morning, she doesn't remember any of it. So this poor schmoe has to make the girl fall in love with him every day so that he can have a relationship with her. So he makes a tape that explains what happened to her and explains who he is so that when she wakes up every morning, she can see it. You'll have to watch it to see the Groundhog Day-esque movie, but the end is what made it suck. You see her wake up, see a video that says "Watch Me" and she sees the familliar "Here is what happened to you, here is who I am and oh yeah, here is a video of your wedding to a guy you can't even remember" then she walks up stairs and he says, good morning honey, meet your daughter. Apparently they were married and had a kid, and she didn't remember any of it. It was creepy! I will allow you to see it for yourself, but I felt so sorry for her, I couldn't be glad at the ending.

So, that was my great day! Thanks for letting me share! : )

You know, I've read the book Misery a thousand times, and I've seen the movie about 5 times. You'd think that I'd be desensitized by it at this point. Not so much... I saw it again last night and it still makes me ball up on the couch and wince in pain. Kathy Bates makes a great crazy lady.

I went on a Dollar Tree shopping spree last night. How can you not love a store where everything is a dollar? I love going in there, and believe it or not, they actually are getting some decent things in there. I usually set a limit of about 10 dollars before I go in there (unless they have new cookbooks), and more often than not, I always get 9 or 10 things. I got 3 surprisingly pretty goblets that I use as candle holders, and so far those and my cookbooks are my favorite things!

Does anyone know where I can find a good looking, shirtless, muscular, French or Spanish man who would meet me at my car on Studio days and help me carry my stuff to and from class? Anyone?

I am about to go down to the museum and be a part of a photo shoot for brochures and websites. I can't believe I said I'd do this. I'm not a photogenic person at all! Oh well, they probably won't use my pictures anyways.

Can you believe it? I actually updated my website. Not anything major of course, but I added a couple of pictures and quotes. I've got to wait until I change over to my Comcast webspace before I can add my artwork. The picture on the home page doesn't really look like me, in my opinion, but maybe that's why I liked it! : ) I can't wait until I take my HTML class so that I re-learn all that stuff I knew in high school. Back then I could code webpages like ringing the proverbial bell, but alas, I have forgotten everything! Nothing like lack of practice.

I saw the movie "The Ladykillers" the other night. It was so funny. Well, it had a little too much bad language for my taste, but other than that it was brilliant. Tom Hanks is just an amazing actor. I recommend this movie to anyone who can get past the bad words.

If you pray, say a little one for me today. I have an exam in my history class, and once again I don't feel prepared. Quite frankly, I want to get this class over and done with ASAP. I love the teacher, I have even grown to enjoy listening to my classmates, but I hate trying to understand Pop Art and Neo-Dada, Abstract Expressionism, and Feminist Post Modernism. I can barely say these things much less know how to interpret them using different independent research topics. Yuck. Summer, come unto me...

I stayed at work alternating working on my exam stuff last night, and e-mailing my friend Kenny. I ended up staying in the office till about 6:30pm, which was kind of creepy. I'm just glad we have security here!

Okay, so last night I thought Steve was either A) Dead or B) Running away from home because when he normally gets out of class and gets home, he wasn't there. I tried calling his cellphone, but no one answered. Anthony calls and asks for him, and says that HE tried the cellphone too, with no results. Of course, being my mothers daughter, I immediately see him lying in a ditch somewhere dead while it rained on him. I panic a little, but I figure he's gone out to dinner with someone and just didn't tell me, but that isn't like him, so I panic a little more. He finally calls me, and it turns out he was fixing someone's computer and thought he had told me. He also left his phone in the car, which accounts for the not answering. I was so relieved that he was okay that I went ahead and put him on a guilt trip.

Spring Break Is Over (SOB)

Yuck, I have to go back to school today! I have been out of the school mood since about February, but I've still got April and the beginning of May to go. : ( I just have to keep repeating to myself: - I'm going to graduate one day, I'm going to graduate one day...

I tried doing some changes to my blog Friday night, but I'm completely ignorant as far as the BLOG is concerned. I was going to add an archive, but I could never get it to work, so I just went in and removed the word "Archive" from my site (see right of screen). Now I don't feel like I have to have one!

Josh came to church with Steve last night. I was down in the kitchen getting stuff ready for the dinner we had afterwards (you know us Baptists and our eating...). I love it when Josh comes to our church because he's VERY Catholic and he seems to get a kick out of being there. He also got to hit on the preacher's daughter. That's just a sitcom waiting to happen.

I'm having a bad hair/clothes/face day. Isn't it amazing how having a bad hair day can just ruin everything? I knew the minute I dried my hair that nothing could be done. I also look like I just rolled around on the floor and wore whatever clothes stuck to me, although the "Free Martha" tee-shirt was a premeditated decision.

I'm jkust about ready to give up and move to a beach somewhere where I give people henna tattoos for a living. Anyone want to join me? ; )

I AM WOMAN....

Sharon and I are once again alone in the trailer working the weekend, and we just had an invigorating moment of killing 3 rogue wasps that had infiltrated our workspace. I grabbed the 409 spray bottle and she grabbed the broom. Together we rid the room of the evil, alien looking little creatures. I sprayed them to the floor and she beat them to death. I had a Charlie's Angels moment when I did a two handed aim with the spray bottle and knocked that sucker down (and it also had a little bit to do with my hair being big today, too). After it was all over, Sharon yelled across the room "Wonder Twin powers unite!" It was a riot. We must have looked like lunatics waving our cleaning-supply death implements around and screaming. We are such girls... ; )

I got an obscene phone call today, and it wasn't even my phone! That's the last time I pick up a ringing pay phone. Oh yeah, note to whomever was on the other end of the line: it is NOT sexy for a man (or boy) to say dirty things with a soft, breathy voice. EW!

Ugh.
I had an unpleasant discovery today. You know, one of those where you feel like your eyeballs might explode and you break out in a cold sweat. I don't really want to discuss what it was because it would only be proof positive how shallow and insecure I can be. Let's just say that I now want to crawl into a hole, because I know that if the right person was to ever come into contact with me, it would be lorded over me in a most heinous way.

I think I might throw up. If you will excuse me.

Star Trek Guy...

So I get another call from Star Trek guy. I already feel horrible about the fact that he was told he wasn't allowed to call me back, but he had started calling me 3 or 4 times a day, and it was completely out of hand. Anyways, he called me (while I was helping to train a new account execuitve) and started asking me if he had told me about the new F-16s and F18s that he had designed. I told him yes, he had. Then he said in this sad little voice "I don't mean to bother you ma'am" and it tore my heart out. I had to tell him that he wasn't bothering me but we were really busy, so I couldn't talk to him right then. : ( He makes me sad. All I could think of was what if I were all alone with no one to talk to? SIGH. I hate sad things...

I'm so tired!

I went to Wal-Mart yesterday to get some plants with the intention of starting my flower bed. I got 6 tulip plants and 3 azalea (did I spell that right?) bushes. We are supposed to be tilling up the ground right in front of the house, but we haven't gotten to that yet, so I grabbed the shovel and hoe and went to town on a 5' x 3' patch of ground in front of our walkway. It took me 2 1/2 hours to get through the grass roots and clear enough to plant the durn things! It looks funny though! We have a tiny little plot, completely detached from anything else, and it looks more like a vegetable garden than a flower bed. The tulips look like a row of corn, and the daffodils look like onions. All that work and it looks like a victory garden or something! Oh well. As soon as we can finish it up, hopefully our house will look as landscaped as the others on our street. I'm not so much trying to "keep up with the Joneses" as I am hoping that they aren't plotting to have us moved out for not being lawn monkeys! Seriously, almost everyone on our street is either retired, and they have plenty of time to work in their yard, or they are lawyers or executives who can afford to have it landscaped professionally. Sigh. I'm sure I'm just being paranoid, but I just get the feeling that our neighbors think we're bringing down property value! : )

11 Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content. 12 I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound: every where and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need. 13 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.

Philipians 4:11-13

I'm the worst Aunt/Cousin ever!

On March 2nd, My cousin Amy had a beutiful little boy she named Sean. He is so adorable. The report from Amy says that he is a very good baby, and he is getting a lot of love and attention from his big sister! : ) Anyways, I will be sure to post some pictures as soon as I can. I've actually got a couple, but I'm having trouble with my computer when I try to edit them so that they'll fit. I promise to post them as soon as I can.
I have been so busy worrying about everything else that I never mentioned him! SORRY AMY!

Sigh...

I just finished mowing the yard, and I didn't - not once- reach Lawnmower Zen. For those of you who don't know what that is, it's the moment that you reach -while riding on your lawnmower- when you just relax and let your thoughts drift towards lovely, inciteful things. I've got too much on my mind this weekend for zen of any kind. I've got trouble at work that is just so stupid that I don't even know how to resolve it, I've got a friend who will be proposing to his girlfriend any day now (and she can't stand me-wow, this happens a lot doesn't it? : )-, so I'll lose him for good when they get married), and school is wearing me down to nubs. I'm literally so stressed at this point that I hurt all over. If I could get under my bed, I'd do it.

How Funny!

I was just reading about a bill that has been proposed to protect fast food resturaunts from getting sued by people who are overweight. Are people really doing this? How awesomely stupid! I don't know about you, but I know when I go to McDonald's and have a Big Mac, I'm not exactly looking out for my own best interests health wise. Trust me, I've seen the nutritional info on what they serve...and I still eat there. It has been delegated to a guilty pleasure, of course, but I know what I'm doing when I'm there. What do these people say when they go to their lawyers? "Um, yes, I am morbidly obese and it's because I eat fast food for every meal. However, it's not my fault. I can't resist the call of the french fries! Every time I went in there, a pimply fry cook would overpower me and stuff a burger in my mouth! I'm almost positive that someone is taking fat and injecting it directly into my butt!" I mean, come on people...you're going to sue some place that is completely innocent of harming you? What garbage.

You know what else...they'd probably use their winnings to go to Burger King and celebrate.

Another day...

I am so out of it this morning! I went to sleep fairly early, but I'm still like a zombie. Maybe I got up in the middle of the night and went running in my sleep! Nah, I don't think so. I don't do that while I'm awake. : )

Speaking of exercise, I got a wild idea yesterday to go for a walk. I strap on my MP3 player and head out the door. The walk was great, I was feeling good, and so when I got back to the house I thought to myself, "Hey, I'll do some situps too!" So I'm in the floor doing that when I realize that I can't get up! I'm too dizzy. Then I remembered that all I'd had to eat that day was a pack of peanut butter crackers around noon and some tea. Note to self, if you're going to do any strenuous exercise, eat first. So I drag myself to the kitchen and throw some chicken into a pan and put it in the oven only to realize that the oven was, in fact, not working. Steve had turned the breaker off the other day when he upended the dog's water dish near the floor outlet and had forgotten to turn it back on (which I didn't find out till much later)! Thank God for Chinese delivery! : )

Well, I'm in a much better frame of mind today I think. I had a talk with Steve last night about the problem I've been having, and he forced me to be logical and wait to see what happens before I jump to the wrong conclusion. I also prayed about what to do, and right now it seems I should wait and see, so that's what I'm going to do. Don't worry, it's not a health issue or anything. It involves a friend of mine I'm worried about.
On to lighter subjects. Last night Steve, Josh, and I met at Barnes and Noble (gotta love a bookstore) and had frappachinos. How very townie of us, no? : ) We had a good time and we laughed a lot. I love being with my friends, I just wish all of my friends lived nearby. Two of my best ones live in Birmingham, so I don't get to see them unless we make special plans, but that's okay. We always have fun when we do that too. I keep up with them by e-mail, so I'm especially glad for the internet!
One of Josh's students came into the cafe and we flattered him beyond belief because he was in two plays that we had seen, and Steve told him how good he thought he did. He blushed and said "Thank's sir". Steve got "sir-ed"! He felt old all the rest of the evening.
Sara sent me a funny e-card from a place called davidandgoliath.com or somethg like that. It was so cute. I need to get one of those shirts! : )
I had a lot more to say, but I can't remember any of the rest! I'll come back later!

Heeheehee...

I woke up sometime around 3:00am this morning and couldn't go back to sleep. I don't know if you'll understand this, but when this happens to me I start getting paraniod about things that are really stupid. I'm guessing it has something to do with still being partially asleep in the brain. Anywho, I started thinking about my last entry and realized that at least three people could take what I said and completely misinterpret it (if they are still reading my blog, that is.) One of them will be feeling smug, thinking they've won some kind of battle over me. One will get irritated because they'll think I'm commenting on their lifestyle, and one will feel bad thinking that they have offended me with a recent conversation. The funny thing is, it isn't any of those things, and none of them have any idea what I was really talking about! Oy vey.

I Don't Care Anymore.

OK, that's a lie. I do care. However, I'm not going to let it make me feel bad.

Ok, that's a lie too. Okay, how about this: I won't act like it bothers me.

Ok, that is also a lie. How about I only act like it bothers me when I'm home alone with my dogs. Then I can eat chocolate and cry if I need to and no one will need to feel uncomfortable about it but me and the dogs. Then when I hit the angry days, I can throw stuff and say mean things in my head that I'd never say in person. That's more probable.

Okay, now I have a plan.

Rescue Me.....

We are in our last day of the Early Bird registration and we have been swamped with calls. I don't want to talk on the phone anymore. Someone come and get me...PLEASE.

How Embarrassing.

Could someone please remember to remind me to wear pants? I embarrassed myself so badly today. I was still in my nightgown, i.e. tee-shirt, while I was cleaning the house today. I was going to open the door to air out the room since it was such a nice day, and right when I opened the door something on TV caught my attention. While I was just standing there in the doorway watching whatever it was, I remembered that I wasn't wearing any pants AND that the neighbors across the street had company. I was horrified! I just slammed the door and ran for some sweats. Eeeeeesh.

I HATE POLITICS

Since I turned 18 and was allowed to vote, I have only voted in one election of any kind. Most people think I'm crazy when I tell them that. I realize that it is a priveldge to be able to choose the people who run our government, but frankly, I haven't found even one politician who I respect enough to vote for. I can't stand election times when all you see on tv and hear on the radio are those one sided, hateful, advertisements that don't so much tell us what the politician in question stands for as it just puts down the opposition. I think I would be more willing to give a rats behind if just one man or woman who wanted to run for office would just bring forward what they are going to do and what they stand for instead of these childish playground tactics that I've always seen. I can respect an opponant that tries to win on their own merit rather than trying to make the other guy look worse than him/her. I don't like that the "Lesser of the two evils" is the way we are persuaded to choose who runs our country. So there. Nyeah.