**I am deeply apologetic for all of the parenthetical expressions and the sentence fragments and the over abundance of exclamation points--we're going to blame it all on the whiskey, okay??**
Other blogs take up so much of my internet time, that it is horribly shameful. I'm that awful sort of lurker. I only De-lurk if I feel the absolute need to say something...or if there's a contest (you know, poor girls who don't speak need love too!).
And all I seem to do here are list-updates on my life and book/movie reviews (which, by the way are SO UNBELIEVABLY far behind, that I cannot imagine I'd actually ever realistically catch up).
I had a birthday recently and I'm a big believer in birthdays; it's the German in me, a birthday is more important than any other holiday to these people.
But I was unbelievably lucky enough to receive from my parents a ....you ready?? A KITCHEN AIDE!!!! AND IT'S GREEN!!!!! LIME GREEN!!!!!! Oh-My-God!! I could not be any more excited if I tried. Also, SO gave me the ENTIRE collection of (prepare for super-nerdom) Sailor Moon--including the movies!!! (although, the first part is still in the works, I only have the second half in my possession) and he also gave me a Holga camera TWIN LENS!! (I didn't even know they made a twin lens!) And Sister gave me a beautiful handmade necklace and an art book from Hieronymus Bosch...just so many wonderful things did I receive from those who love me!! :)
Also, SO and I went to Savannah for the weekend; to look around and see if it could be the kind of place we could live. And of course, I loved it. (Although if we're being totally honest it's about in 6th place of places Sassy should live next; however my poor little Rock Star just loathes cold weather) I should probably dedicate a separate post to the Savannah trip and the debates (read: lengthy arguing) contained as a result, and really, I'm in much to pleasant a mood to delve into it.
Happy Thoughts to any who happen to pass by!!
:)
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Thursday, August 20, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
YYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!!!
I am online.
Online at my house.
: )
(albeit, not my computer--SO's)
: (
But still...
YAY!!!
Online at my house.
: )
(albeit, not my computer--SO's)
: (
But still...
YAY!!!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
huh...
so, it turns out that I'm terrible at blogs. . . . . just awful.
Snow today=superfun times with driving 30 minutes on semi-icy roads to stand in an empty store--on the other hand, I suppose I could say I'm being paid a ridiculously small amount of money to surf the web. so that's fun.
Also, SO and I are trying to find a new town to live in; time for a change...just don't know where we're wanting to move; sister's moving to Boston soon and she's getting stressed, and friend is back on tour.
Oh, and taxes are due. You know, they never bothered me until I had to start filling out the 10-99 forms, now I hate tax season.
happiness and warmth.
Snow today=superfun times with driving 30 minutes on semi-icy roads to stand in an empty store--on the other hand, I suppose I could say I'm being paid a ridiculously small amount of money to surf the web. so that's fun.
Also, SO and I are trying to find a new town to live in; time for a change...just don't know where we're wanting to move; sister's moving to Boston soon and she's getting stressed, and friend is back on tour.
Oh, and taxes are due. You know, they never bothered me until I had to start filling out the 10-99 forms, now I hate tax season.
happiness and warmth.
Friday, July 11, 2008
friday friday friday
I had the rare free moment on a Friday and thought I'd try some more regular blogging (still trying to get into that habit).
Oh, it's another 14-hour workday for me today. I LOVE that camera job, but switching the hours later (previously ending at 9pm, now ending at 11pm) has made my every-other-friday-sometimes-other-days-when-needed much much longer.
My dear friend is leaving again on another tour, this one is only three weeks though. But that means I'll be working alone again. I'll miss her as my friend, but I really will miss her at work--she does a lot, a whole lot and much faster than I could ever think about doing it (of course, she does have about five years experience on me...). And when she's gone, the owners still come in, but they bring their very small children with them; which basically means, that they don't have time to do any other work but running the register.
But it is Friday, and I'm opening tomorrow which means my weekend will officially start at 5 on Saturday....no plans as yet. Last weekend was so packed, that it will be nice just to stay in with my rock star and ole chubbers.
We've agreed to keep my sister's crazy-sweet puppy (a one year old boxer mix), Lizzy, next week while she travels with the rest of the paternal family down to Florida for a big ole family vacation (on top of not really caring for my relatives, I can't really afford to miss any more work right now). All that to say that we're working on puppy-proofing the house. She's nowhere near as destructive as she was four months ago, but she's still a puppy; a big old puppy.
Happy weekend!!
Oh, it's another 14-hour workday for me today. I LOVE that camera job, but switching the hours later (previously ending at 9pm, now ending at 11pm) has made my every-other-friday-sometimes-other-days-when-needed much much longer.
My dear friend is leaving again on another tour, this one is only three weeks though. But that means I'll be working alone again. I'll miss her as my friend, but I really will miss her at work--she does a lot, a whole lot and much faster than I could ever think about doing it (of course, she does have about five years experience on me...). And when she's gone, the owners still come in, but they bring their very small children with them; which basically means, that they don't have time to do any other work but running the register.
But it is Friday, and I'm opening tomorrow which means my weekend will officially start at 5 on Saturday....no plans as yet. Last weekend was so packed, that it will be nice just to stay in with my rock star and ole chubbers.
We've agreed to keep my sister's crazy-sweet puppy (a one year old boxer mix), Lizzy, next week while she travels with the rest of the paternal family down to Florida for a big ole family vacation (on top of not really caring for my relatives, I can't really afford to miss any more work right now). All that to say that we're working on puppy-proofing the house. She's nowhere near as destructive as she was four months ago, but she's still a puppy; a big old puppy.
Happy weekend!!
Thursday, May 8, 2008
the not-so-girliness of me
You know those not-so-scientific polls/quizes/surveys that float ALL OVER the interweb? I've taken many of those--especially the ones that tell you if you have a male or female brain/personality/lifestyle, etc. I'm fascinated by them--mainly because no matter how many I take, I'm always at least 80% male up to 98% male at my highest (most masculine?).
Why am I so fascinated by these little tests, you may wonder? Because throughout my childhood, I was the girliest little girl you would ever meet. I LOVED pink and dresses and tea parties, and playing dress up and house, Barbies were piled in my room by the dozen along with their cars and houses; I LOATHED being dirty in any way (even sitting in our sandbox was too dirty for little Miss Me). The only un-girly things I participated in were playing NES and my love for all things Batman (which has only grown over the years). That's it. And I am not exaggerating. I even would go horseback riding on my grandfather's farm, but only with the stipulations that my horse, Lady (who did not live up to her name in the tiniest bit), was clean and saddled, and we did not go riding where either my horse nor myself would get dirty. I was such a little girly girl,that when I did manage to get myself into trouble, discipline of any nature wasn't even needed, just a mean look from a loved one would turn me into a sobbing apologetic mess.
So why the change? Actually, I remember the cause of my change from nice quiet little nerd to somewhat overbearing smart-ass...but I'm not sure if the girlyness went away at the same time--I'd say that the two are related, but they are not the same...it just baffles me is all.
I wonder how many people have such a drastic change within 15 years of living?
Now, just because I think/talk/act "like a man" (and yes, the feminist in me is shuddering at the very thought of that statement) I still have some amazing girly moments. Like with crickets, spiders don't bother me, anything that can sting me, doesn't really bother me--CRICKETS, people, crickets freak me out--they do that bizarre freakishly high jumping thing that is so unpredictable--and roaches, the very thought of a single roach will send me shivering and squeemish for HOURS. No joke.
And my current outfit is fairly girly--my summer uniform, a skirt and tshirt with flip-flops, always gets comments from my friends until they get used to the idea of me looking so much like a girl (it should be noted that I only have one female-friend that is not my sister).
In fact my very "man-ness," the lack of my girliness, is why I cannot keep female-friends. I am not a very understanding/sympathetic person. I don't know how to baby someone, I cannot console the sad, I cannot coddle the upset, I can't even care for the sick--this isn't me saying I won't do that, I've actually tried these things, but they end up awkward and I usually end up, at best, confusing, but usually offending the one I'm trying to help. I don't want it to change, people used to walk all over me, which is to say that I allowed people to walk all over me, but one fateful day when I was 13 years old, all that changed and I decided that my own happiness was WAY more important than anyone else's.
But the lack of these nuturing traits are why I cannot keep a female-frienship for more than a couple of years. At some point I get so tired of all the whining/complaining/lieing/fretting/worring/neediness of all these girls. I get fed up with trying to always boost self-esteem; consoling a fretting female is just too much work for me. I lose my patience (of which there is already not enough) and tell them what I really think (which typically is, "get over yourself") which ends up drastically offending them and sends them walking away awaiting my call back with an apology.
Of course I don't call back. If I did, that just meant I actually was sorry for speaking my mind--and that I would have to continue listening to their self-deprication for another year or so.
Mayhap it's not the fact that these people have a vagina--perhaps it's just a problem of low-self-esteem. But if anybody out there can show me a girl that is not suffering from some kind of insecurity, then perhaps I can show him/her my female-soulmate.
Why am I so fascinated by these little tests, you may wonder? Because throughout my childhood, I was the girliest little girl you would ever meet. I LOVED pink and dresses and tea parties, and playing dress up and house, Barbies were piled in my room by the dozen along with their cars and houses; I LOATHED being dirty in any way (even sitting in our sandbox was too dirty for little Miss Me). The only un-girly things I participated in were playing NES and my love for all things Batman (which has only grown over the years). That's it. And I am not exaggerating. I even would go horseback riding on my grandfather's farm, but only with the stipulations that my horse, Lady (who did not live up to her name in the tiniest bit), was clean and saddled, and we did not go riding where either my horse nor myself would get dirty. I was such a little girly girl,that when I did manage to get myself into trouble, discipline of any nature wasn't even needed, just a mean look from a loved one would turn me into a sobbing apologetic mess.
So why the change? Actually, I remember the cause of my change from nice quiet little nerd to somewhat overbearing smart-ass...but I'm not sure if the girlyness went away at the same time--I'd say that the two are related, but they are not the same...it just baffles me is all.
I wonder how many people have such a drastic change within 15 years of living?
Now, just because I think/talk/act "like a man" (and yes, the feminist in me is shuddering at the very thought of that statement) I still have some amazing girly moments. Like with crickets, spiders don't bother me, anything that can sting me, doesn't really bother me--CRICKETS, people, crickets freak me out--they do that bizarre freakishly high jumping thing that is so unpredictable--and roaches, the very thought of a single roach will send me shivering and squeemish for HOURS. No joke.
And my current outfit is fairly girly--my summer uniform, a skirt and tshirt with flip-flops, always gets comments from my friends until they get used to the idea of me looking so much like a girl (it should be noted that I only have one female-friend that is not my sister).
In fact my very "man-ness," the lack of my girliness, is why I cannot keep female-friends. I am not a very understanding/sympathetic person. I don't know how to baby someone, I cannot console the sad, I cannot coddle the upset, I can't even care for the sick--this isn't me saying I won't do that, I've actually tried these things, but they end up awkward and I usually end up, at best, confusing, but usually offending the one I'm trying to help. I don't want it to change, people used to walk all over me, which is to say that I allowed people to walk all over me, but one fateful day when I was 13 years old, all that changed and I decided that my own happiness was WAY more important than anyone else's.
But the lack of these nuturing traits are why I cannot keep a female-frienship for more than a couple of years. At some point I get so tired of all the whining/complaining/lieing/fretting/worring/neediness of all these girls. I get fed up with trying to always boost self-esteem; consoling a fretting female is just too much work for me. I lose my patience (of which there is already not enough) and tell them what I really think (which typically is, "get over yourself") which ends up drastically offending them and sends them walking away awaiting my call back with an apology.
Of course I don't call back. If I did, that just meant I actually was sorry for speaking my mind--and that I would have to continue listening to their self-deprication for another year or so.
Mayhap it's not the fact that these people have a vagina--perhaps it's just a problem of low-self-esteem. But if anybody out there can show me a girl that is not suffering from some kind of insecurity, then perhaps I can show him/her my female-soulmate.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
.......shhhh......
I think we may get the house!
....I'm so excited, but I'm terrified I'm going to jinx it.
....I'm so excited, but I'm terrified I'm going to jinx it.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
busy busy like a bee...
To think that I've spent so many months with just my substitute job--which, by definition, is not steady work. It took so long for me to find a job that I thought I'd be happy with for several years and I find two almost immediately next to each other.
My luck with finding a job was so terrible that I thought nothing of applying to several places at the same time--and lo! I recieve two jobs that I really like at the same time!! TWO! The work is fun, they don't mind my camera job and I really liked my co-workers (my priorities in finding a job).
However, I've had to choose, and I chose the one where more money was offered, more strict scheduling was available, and where sneakers were not required.
AND I LOVE IT!!!
(plus, look at me, on the internet on company time.....you know, because nothing needs doing at this moment)
Next on the list, FIND A HOUSE!!!! ....or rather, keep on looking for one as we've been searching since July.
My luck with finding a job was so terrible that I thought nothing of applying to several places at the same time--and lo! I recieve two jobs that I really like at the same time!! TWO! The work is fun, they don't mind my camera job and I really liked my co-workers (my priorities in finding a job).
However, I've had to choose, and I chose the one where more money was offered, more strict scheduling was available, and where sneakers were not required.
AND I LOVE IT!!!
(plus, look at me, on the internet on company time.....you know, because nothing needs doing at this moment)
Next on the list, FIND A HOUSE!!!! ....or rather, keep on looking for one as we've been searching since July.
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