Yesterday, after a hard day's work, I got ready to nearly sweat to death in the hardest track work out of my life (thanks to my running partner. Don't be tricked into thinking I can be self motivated into going outside and busting out an excruciating work out. Well, maybe. Chances are probably......eh, about 30%) (I'm truly happy that I have someone to be on this journey with me that will put up with my whininess. We are usually just plain hardcore, but during the off time of hardcoreness, I can lapse into serious whining. I'm working on it though. Really)
Anyway, after 1.5 hours of being hardcore (translation: 45 minutes of being hardcore, 45 minutes of being whiny), I lounged around in my car while my dear husband got out of class. Thank you, professor, for holding class late. Thank. You. While this situation would normally generate numerous "what are you doing?" "why is it taking so long?" texts, I was just grateful to be sitting around in the leisure of radio jams recovering from death. During this time I deduced I would not be partaking in that cooking dinner ritual. We all know that me cooking brings somewhat of a risk to the table, as you saw not too long ago, and I had already taken sufficient risks with the working out. So, the Sandidges decided on Chinese take-out.
We stopped by our favorite place on the way home and got our food. I made sure and got extra fortune cookies, a move karma apparently doesn't appreciate. After eating our delicious dinner, I excitedly cracked open what I sensed to be the most lucky of the four fortune cookies. And my fortune read:
You think no one cares if you are alive. Try missing a few car payments.
Excuse me? That was less fortune, more depression. I couldn't bear to crack open another, so I saved my other one for today. AND I just opened it. AND it would not fall into the category of fortune, but it wouldn't exactly fall into the category of depression either:
I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand.
Clearly whoever wrote that is not aware that everyone has a different learning style, because that fortune doesn't apply to me. And that person, who appears to be a kinesthetic learner, didn't take notes on the day they talked about the meaning of the word fortune. I feel cheated. Doubly cheated. Plus, spell check continues to jack with my emotions.
Until next time!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Work Blogging: Take.....However Many We're On
So, I haven't blogged in almost a week but the cosmos is telling me to get cracking because I'm most definitely not abiding by the dress-code today and that automatically means WORK BLOGGING!
Sunday I get a picture text from my mom (I know, right?! My mom picture texts and regular texts, is on facebook, a topic that requires it's own post and lately my DAD has even been texting. How is it that my Father has a data plan on his cell and I still have the old phone with only texting capabilities?? I have never played words with friends or facebooked via i-phone.....how my heart aches...) Anyway, the picture text is of an old, giant tree in my parent's backyard. To a regular person, the text would just be of a tree, kind of ominous and old but just a tree.
I look at the text and almost start crying. It's the tree in my yard that used to be one part of the support for the fort my sister and I played in while growing up. My dad tore down the fort! Along with years of fun! All the time I spent up in the fort playing! And in middle school kissing boys......I mean........we totally stopped going up in the fort.
I'm heart broken! I'm pretty sure I'll spend some time this weekend, eyes glazed over, staring out the back window of my parent's house, longing for the friend that once stood proudly in the back yard. And the only thing that will fix it will be a giant, chocolaty glass of milk. I'll keep you posted. Literally.
Until next time!
PS - apparently texting and facebook are not words accepted by blogspot spell check. The world makes sense again........
Blogspot is not a word either..... spellcheck stop jacking with my emotions. How can you accept a word that looks completely screwed up like chocolaty
Additional PS - If I had an acceptable phone, I could put the picture text of the sad and lonely tree on here, but it's your lucky day and you get to stay depression free!
Sunday I get a picture text from my mom (I know, right?! My mom picture texts and regular texts, is on facebook, a topic that requires it's own post and lately my DAD has even been texting. How is it that my Father has a data plan on his cell and I still have the old phone with only texting capabilities?? I have never played words with friends or facebooked via i-phone.....how my heart aches...) Anyway, the picture text is of an old, giant tree in my parent's backyard. To a regular person, the text would just be of a tree, kind of ominous and old but just a tree.
I look at the text and almost start crying. It's the tree in my yard that used to be one part of the support for the fort my sister and I played in while growing up. My dad tore down the fort! Along with years of fun! All the time I spent up in the fort playing! And in middle school kissing boys......I mean........we totally stopped going up in the fort.
I'm heart broken! I'm pretty sure I'll spend some time this weekend, eyes glazed over, staring out the back window of my parent's house, longing for the friend that once stood proudly in the back yard. And the only thing that will fix it will be a giant, chocolaty glass of milk. I'll keep you posted. Literally.
Until next time!
PS - apparently texting and facebook are not words accepted by blogspot spell check. The world makes sense again........
Blogspot is not a word either..... spellcheck stop jacking with my emotions. How can you accept a word that looks completely screwed up like chocolaty
Additional PS - If I had an acceptable phone, I could put the picture text of the sad and lonely tree on here, but it's your lucky day and you get to stay depression free!
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Follow-up on The Cinch
I have previously sworn by the classic Cinch move. It hasn't let me down in the past........that is until I was back in good ole OKC last week. Let me tell you, people there are not as receptive to The Cinch as they are down here in Texas. Maybe it's the humidity factor? I have seen fellow Cinchers here. They get me. We are connected by our affinity for un-humidified hair. We have meetings. I bring snacks. It's a brotherhood. Literally.
Let me move on and give you the background to this anecdote: I can't accurately capture how ridiculous things turn when one depends on a GPS. And said GPS has been left at home. I figured out I was GPS-less on my way home and tried to remedy the problem by stopping at a gas station to purchase a map. An actual map. A piece of paper. With a key. and a coordinate system. I'm pretty lucky that I attempted to teach third graders map skills in my recent past, otherwise I would have had a real problem on my hands.
Anyway, I pull over at the gas station and fill up my tank so as to consolidate all the stopping and be efficient. Bless my heart. I was trying to be efficient without a GPS, while using a regular map. This was largely due to the fact that I felt like the chances of me looking at the road map and memorizing it Jason Bourne style were close to 100%. I wouldn't have even needed the GPS if I hadn't been trying to meet one of my favorite people in Fort Worth at a Panera Bread, but this was necessary. And good grief - how hard can it be to read a road map?!
As I got out of the car, I took note of the cold, Oklahoma wind which was sweeping down the plains, and proceeded to cinch my hood. I pumped my gas and then got in my car, drove over to the gas station and parked next to some type of SUV with dark, tinted windows. I got out, with my hood still in position. I walked toward the sidewalk as I heard, through the cracked window of the SUV, "E.T. PHONE HOME!!"
Excuse me??
Yes. That's right. Someone was making fun of my Cinch move! Not only were they rude, they tried to be anonymous through their tinted windows!! This forced me into glaring at any and everyone in the gas station, because any one of those sorry jokers could have been the rude person making public jokes out of my attempt to preserve my styled hair.
This only fueled my determination to make it to Panera successfully. Which I did - not exactly as flawlessly or quickly as Jason Bourne would have. I might have asked a random sheriff for directions, but the only thing that matters is that I made it! Jason would have been proud, as would my fellow hood-cinchers.
PS-The road to being a good person didn't appear to be on the map of the Dallas/Fort Worth area. I'm hoping it will appear the next time I update my GPS. Which I now keep in my car at all times.
Other PS - I love Jason Bourne and everything about him partially because of the scene in The Bourne Identity when he helps Marie dye her hair and then kisses her with passion.
Until next time!!
Let me move on and give you the background to this anecdote: I can't accurately capture how ridiculous things turn when one depends on a GPS. And said GPS has been left at home. I figured out I was GPS-less on my way home and tried to remedy the problem by stopping at a gas station to purchase a map. An actual map. A piece of paper. With a key. and a coordinate system. I'm pretty lucky that I attempted to teach third graders map skills in my recent past, otherwise I would have had a real problem on my hands.
Anyway, I pull over at the gas station and fill up my tank so as to consolidate all the stopping and be efficient. Bless my heart. I was trying to be efficient without a GPS, while using a regular map. This was largely due to the fact that I felt like the chances of me looking at the road map and memorizing it Jason Bourne style were close to 100%. I wouldn't have even needed the GPS if I hadn't been trying to meet one of my favorite people in Fort Worth at a Panera Bread, but this was necessary. And good grief - how hard can it be to read a road map?!
As I got out of the car, I took note of the cold, Oklahoma wind which was sweeping down the plains, and proceeded to cinch my hood. I pumped my gas and then got in my car, drove over to the gas station and parked next to some type of SUV with dark, tinted windows. I got out, with my hood still in position. I walked toward the sidewalk as I heard, through the cracked window of the SUV, "E.T. PHONE HOME!!"
Excuse me??
Yes. That's right. Someone was making fun of my Cinch move! Not only were they rude, they tried to be anonymous through their tinted windows!! This forced me into glaring at any and everyone in the gas station, because any one of those sorry jokers could have been the rude person making public jokes out of my attempt to preserve my styled hair.
This only fueled my determination to make it to Panera successfully. Which I did - not exactly as flawlessly or quickly as Jason Bourne would have. I might have asked a random sheriff for directions, but the only thing that matters is that I made it! Jason would have been proud, as would my fellow hood-cinchers.
PS-The road to being a good person didn't appear to be on the map of the Dallas/Fort Worth area. I'm hoping it will appear the next time I update my GPS. Which I now keep in my car at all times.
Other PS - I love Jason Bourne and everything about him partially because of the scene in The Bourne Identity when he helps Marie dye her hair and then kisses her with passion.
Until next time!!
Monday, March 22, 2010
Variations on Spaghetti
This is what happens when one multitasks while cooking dinner:
This is only a possibility if you are using a net-book in the kitchen, boiling spaghetti, cooking sauce, baking zucchini in the oven and slicing bread all at the same time. Efficient, right? Answer: yes - until you burn down the apartment.
Until next time!!
This is only a possibility if you are using a net-book in the kitchen, boiling spaghetti, cooking sauce, baking zucchini in the oven and slicing bread all at the same time. Efficient, right? Answer: yes - until you burn down the apartment.
Until next time!!
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Boxes II
Items I uncovered during the box extravaganza 2010:
1. Old 5 X 7 of my middle school boyfriend, which is now waiting on my mom's nightstand in a giant frame. I would like to be a fly on the wall when she notices.
2. About 20 shirts I bought from the thrift store in the kid section that I used to wear in high school. What was I thinking??
3. Jeans, select pairs I couldn't bear to part with. Obviously because jnco jeans are hard to come by and are super gangster. What was I thinking?? Some legit ones were in the mix as well, including the jeans I painted with my girlfriends for senior night. Gotta save those for the kids to see later!
4. 4 mums I wore on homecoming. Super fun memories.
5. An interview I conducted for my health class in college. The person I selected to interview was my sister. And it was life changing. I'll include the transcript on a rainy day. It's entertaining to say the least.
6. Cards. Billions of cards I have kept throughout my childhood. I love receiving greeting cards, and will not throw them away. I have tons and tons of them. I'm going to be on the TLC show Hoarding: Buried Alive. The camera man will have to shovel out greeting cards just to make it in my doorway.
7. My favorite was looking at old pictures. Especially from middle school. Oh, it's crazy how things seem so cool and 15 years later....not so much. So much for foresight.
8. All of the items from my Philosophy class. It made me curse Matt Miller all over again. And that was amusing.
My work is done here. My belongings and memories now sit in a mini-storage, waiting. I'm not sure for what. Strange how things can mean so much and stir up such memories. It is just stuff, after all.
This lovely trip back to my hometown has allowed me to see many people I haven't seen in a long time. It's good to catch up with everyone and to think about all these people in Oklahoma who I love! My heart feels full and content to know what is going on with everyone. Love it. There's no place like home! Especially when mom cooks delicious food.
Until next time!!
1. Old 5 X 7 of my middle school boyfriend, which is now waiting on my mom's nightstand in a giant frame. I would like to be a fly on the wall when she notices.
2. About 20 shirts I bought from the thrift store in the kid section that I used to wear in high school. What was I thinking??
3. Jeans, select pairs I couldn't bear to part with. Obviously because jnco jeans are hard to come by and are super gangster. What was I thinking?? Some legit ones were in the mix as well, including the jeans I painted with my girlfriends for senior night. Gotta save those for the kids to see later!
4. 4 mums I wore on homecoming. Super fun memories.
5. An interview I conducted for my health class in college. The person I selected to interview was my sister. And it was life changing. I'll include the transcript on a rainy day. It's entertaining to say the least.
6. Cards. Billions of cards I have kept throughout my childhood. I love receiving greeting cards, and will not throw them away. I have tons and tons of them. I'm going to be on the TLC show Hoarding: Buried Alive. The camera man will have to shovel out greeting cards just to make it in my doorway.
7. My favorite was looking at old pictures. Especially from middle school. Oh, it's crazy how things seem so cool and 15 years later....not so much. So much for foresight.
8. All of the items from my Philosophy class. It made me curse Matt Miller all over again. And that was amusing.
My work is done here. My belongings and memories now sit in a mini-storage, waiting. I'm not sure for what. Strange how things can mean so much and stir up such memories. It is just stuff, after all.
This lovely trip back to my hometown has allowed me to see many people I haven't seen in a long time. It's good to catch up with everyone and to think about all these people in Oklahoma who I love! My heart feels full and content to know what is going on with everyone. Love it. There's no place like home! Especially when mom cooks delicious food.
Until next time!!
Monday, March 15, 2010
Boxes I
Well, It's Monday and I'M NOT AT WORK. Because I'm 24 and still observe spring break. No, I'm out of school. But that's just how I roll. Yesterday was one of my favorite obscure holidays: Pi Day; second only to National Talk Like a Pirate Day.
I'm about to clean out 6 boxes of old items from my past. I'm sure it will be thought provoking. Thoughts mainly like "what the hell was I thinking on that??" "When/WHY did I ever wear that??" Hindsight is 20/20. I wish foresight was. There is probably more to come on this particular topic. This will probably be a day with two postings. But foresight is not 20/20. It is not even a real word. So stay tuned. I know you are on the edge of your seat regarding the question of the day: What do the boxes in my mom's den contain from my glorious high school days??
Later!
I'm about to clean out 6 boxes of old items from my past. I'm sure it will be thought provoking. Thoughts mainly like "what the hell was I thinking on that??" "When/WHY did I ever wear that??" Hindsight is 20/20. I wish foresight was. There is probably more to come on this particular topic. This will probably be a day with two postings. But foresight is not 20/20. It is not even a real word. So stay tuned. I know you are on the edge of your seat regarding the question of the day: What do the boxes in my mom's den contain from my glorious high school days??
Later!
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Introduction of Attic Man
Jeans today - You know what that means: WORK BLOGGING! Thursdays are my favorite day, and just can't be ruined with the restraints of dress pants. I know, I have set goals, which include wearing dress clothes to work Mon - Fri, but lets live a little. According to People: Style Watch, jeans are appropriate in the work place when paired appropriately.
I couldn't help myself, anyway. Club Closet was in full effect as I was getting ready for work this morning. If you aren't familiar with Club Closet, you are in for a treat. It includes one DJ (me) who is also the featured artist, two to three dancing fools (me, husband, and possibly attic man) and our small walk-in closet. We were rocking Lady Gaga. As a result of the atmosphere in said closet, People: Style Watch might tell me I didn't pair appropriately.....but I'm over it.
"Who is Attic Man?" you might ask. I think it's time for me to share about how I'm convinced that someone is living above my apartment in my attic: Attic Man. His existence is quite convenient for me. Let me give you some examples: Where did I put my keys? Attic Man! He must have moved them. Why is no laundry done: Attic Man! He hid the dirty clothes. Where is the remote control? Attic Man! He was probably watching MTV or BRAVO while I was at work, and left it somewhere weird. You get the picture.
When Attic Man's existence is not convenient for me, however, is when I'm at the apartment alone. Suddenly Attic Man turns really creepy and could come out of the attic access in the closet at any moment and take me up into his lair with him. And I don't even want to picture that creeper up in my attic, living in the dark.
Attic Man is pretty quiet for the most part and doesn't usually cause problems-just when he leaves the dishes on the counter or in the sink or drinks the rest of the milk. It's debatable as to whether or not these things are indeed Attic Man, or someone else that lives in my apartment with me..........One time, though, Attic Man caused the light fixture in my closet to mysteriously fall to the ground in the middle of the night one time. That was on the more creepy side of The Attic Man Saga, more of which I'll share later!
Viva Club Closet, featuring VIP Attic Man!!
Until next time!
I couldn't help myself, anyway. Club Closet was in full effect as I was getting ready for work this morning. If you aren't familiar with Club Closet, you are in for a treat. It includes one DJ (me) who is also the featured artist, two to three dancing fools (me, husband, and possibly attic man) and our small walk-in closet. We were rocking Lady Gaga. As a result of the atmosphere in said closet, People: Style Watch might tell me I didn't pair appropriately.....but I'm over it.
"Who is Attic Man?" you might ask. I think it's time for me to share about how I'm convinced that someone is living above my apartment in my attic: Attic Man. His existence is quite convenient for me. Let me give you some examples: Where did I put my keys? Attic Man! He must have moved them. Why is no laundry done: Attic Man! He hid the dirty clothes. Where is the remote control? Attic Man! He was probably watching MTV or BRAVO while I was at work, and left it somewhere weird. You get the picture.
When Attic Man's existence is not convenient for me, however, is when I'm at the apartment alone. Suddenly Attic Man turns really creepy and could come out of the attic access in the closet at any moment and take me up into his lair with him. And I don't even want to picture that creeper up in my attic, living in the dark.
Attic Man is pretty quiet for the most part and doesn't usually cause problems-just when he leaves the dishes on the counter or in the sink or drinks the rest of the milk. It's debatable as to whether or not these things are indeed Attic Man, or someone else that lives in my apartment with me..........One time, though, Attic Man caused the light fixture in my closet to mysteriously fall to the ground in the middle of the night one time. That was on the more creepy side of The Attic Man Saga, more of which I'll share later!
Viva Club Closet, featuring VIP Attic Man!!
Until next time!
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Work Blogging III
The good morning quote I sent out today contradicts this post:
“Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about.” – Oscar Wilde
Sorry Mr. Wilde, sometimes life needs to be talked about seriously. Even on a snarky blog. (Side note for you: my little sis and I were indeed looking up "snarky" in Urban Dictionary this morning....) If you aren't interested in reading about me contemplating the meaning of life, this is not for you.
Isn't life one big game of hide and seek? We seek out others to connect, yet they are hiding from us in their own game of hide and seek. It's beautiful when seekers collide and a moment is shared, a connection made; before the next round of hide and seek. My heart aches to seek through love and passion for people, at the same time longs to hide and be sought. I think some people are more seek than hide, but most people hide, waiting to be sought.
I have posted the lyrics to Imogen Heap's Hide and Seek. Such a picture of two people playing the hide and seek game. I'll leave you with the lyrics.....
Hide and Seek
by Imogen Heap
where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to form
crop circles in the carpet
sinking feeling
spin me round again
and rub my eyes,
this can't be happening
when busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy
hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first
oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before the takeover,
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life
hide and seek
trains and sewing machines (oh, you won't catch me around here)
blood and tears (hearts)
they were here first
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmmm that it's all for the best?
of course it is
Mmmm whatcha say?
Mmmm that it's just what we need
you decided this
whatcha say?
Mmmm what did she say?
ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
speak no feeling no I don't believe you
you don't care a bit,
you don't care a bit
(hide and seek)
ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
(hide and seek)
speak no feeling no i don't believe you
you don't care a bit,
you don't care a (you don't care a) bit
(hide and seek)
oh no, you don't care a bit
oh no, you don't care a bit
(hide and seek)
oh no, you don't care a bit
you don't care a bit
you don't care a bit
Until next time......
“Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about.” – Oscar Wilde
Sorry Mr. Wilde, sometimes life needs to be talked about seriously. Even on a snarky blog. (Side note for you: my little sis and I were indeed looking up "snarky" in Urban Dictionary this morning....) If you aren't interested in reading about me contemplating the meaning of life, this is not for you.
Isn't life one big game of hide and seek? We seek out others to connect, yet they are hiding from us in their own game of hide and seek. It's beautiful when seekers collide and a moment is shared, a connection made; before the next round of hide and seek. My heart aches to seek through love and passion for people, at the same time longs to hide and be sought. I think some people are more seek than hide, but most people hide, waiting to be sought.
I have posted the lyrics to Imogen Heap's Hide and Seek. Such a picture of two people playing the hide and seek game. I'll leave you with the lyrics.....
Hide and Seek
by Imogen Heap
where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to form
crop circles in the carpet
sinking feeling
spin me round again
and rub my eyes,
this can't be happening
when busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy
hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first
oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before the takeover,
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life
hide and seek
trains and sewing machines (oh, you won't catch me around here)
blood and tears (hearts)
they were here first
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmmm that it's all for the best?
of course it is
Mmmm whatcha say?
Mmmm that it's just what we need
you decided this
whatcha say?
Mmmm what did she say?
ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
speak no feeling no I don't believe you
you don't care a bit,
you don't care a bit
(hide and seek)
ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
(hide and seek)
speak no feeling no i don't believe you
you don't care a bit,
you don't care a (you don't care a) bit
(hide and seek)
oh no, you don't care a bit
oh no, you don't care a bit
(hide and seek)
oh no, you don't care a bit
you don't care a bit
you don't care a bit
Until next time......
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Bustin' Some Rhymes
So, on my long run of the week I like to contemplate things.......the meaning of life, what I'll be wearing the next day, what I need to shop for on-line......you know. Important things: Where is that road to being a good person I was looking for the other day?? You get the idea.
Well, last weekend I was jamming to my uber cool running mix which you better believe includes Jay-Z. Have I mentioned that our romance back from the Hard Knock Life days has been rekindled? As his voice soothed my soul, I was trying to picture Jay-Z sitting down to write some songs............and I started laughing out loud. I mean, does he list out words that rhyme? Is he pulling out his pocket thesaurus?? I'm just having a hard time picturing this! I think it must just come out perfect when he goes to the studio the first time. That is the only way it can work out in my mind.
I used to write poetry in high school, which colors my ideas about brainstorming and writing or doing anything creative. Cheers to Jay-Z for beating me at this process. I never tried to rap though. Maybe that's easier. I should add free-style rapping to my list of goals I have going. More amusing things for you to read about.
Pretty sure I'll need to pick the optimal time to test out this free-style rapping, like, oh, I don't know, maybe during an interview. I will be going on lots of those soon. My future employers will need to know that I'm creative. Perfect way to show them! Or maybe I should do it at HEB the next time I go and almost die by being stampeded in the dairy section. Those people are on a MISSION I tell you. I have been trapped there on multiple occasions. I'm sure if I were rapping at people they might make a path for me, my eggs and my milk.
I'm not lying when I say that I observed a very painful first date on Millionaire Match Maker which included a free style rap from the girl to the guy. He decided she was crazy. Maybe I'll be better than her.
Well, I should go review common rhymes and do some brainstorming so I'm ready when the perfect opportunity presents itself. Does that negate the free-ness of the styling? I'm going with no.
Until next time!!
Well, last weekend I was jamming to my uber cool running mix which you better believe includes Jay-Z. Have I mentioned that our romance back from the Hard Knock Life days has been rekindled? As his voice soothed my soul, I was trying to picture Jay-Z sitting down to write some songs............and I started laughing out loud. I mean, does he list out words that rhyme? Is he pulling out his pocket thesaurus?? I'm just having a hard time picturing this! I think it must just come out perfect when he goes to the studio the first time. That is the only way it can work out in my mind.
I used to write poetry in high school, which colors my ideas about brainstorming and writing or doing anything creative. Cheers to Jay-Z for beating me at this process. I never tried to rap though. Maybe that's easier. I should add free-style rapping to my list of goals I have going. More amusing things for you to read about.
Pretty sure I'll need to pick the optimal time to test out this free-style rapping, like, oh, I don't know, maybe during an interview. I will be going on lots of those soon. My future employers will need to know that I'm creative. Perfect way to show them! Or maybe I should do it at HEB the next time I go and almost die by being stampeded in the dairy section. Those people are on a MISSION I tell you. I have been trapped there on multiple occasions. I'm sure if I were rapping at people they might make a path for me, my eggs and my milk.
I'm not lying when I say that I observed a very painful first date on Millionaire Match Maker which included a free style rap from the girl to the guy. He decided she was crazy. Maybe I'll be better than her.
Well, I should go review common rhymes and do some brainstorming so I'm ready when the perfect opportunity presents itself. Does that negate the free-ness of the styling? I'm going with no.
Until next time!!
Sunday, March 7, 2010
More Peanut Butter
First, I have a revision to the Peanut Butter Life Theory. My mom would have you watch Crazy/Beautiful in your quest for understanding the meaning of life i.e. everything is made of peanut butter. This would be a great movie about the meaning of life and true love, except that Kirsten Dunst's hair looks like it was dipped in a vat of oil and she literally never wears a bra in the entire movie. Both of these points distract me from the great story line.
Second, I have an addition to the Peanut Butter Life Theory. You could also watch 500 Days of Summer, which I have already shamelessly admitted my obsession and love for. If you haven't followed my directions yet, you still have time. Go watch it.
Side point while we are on the peanut butter thing: let it be known that food ratios are key and very dear to my heart. You know where I'm going with this...........My ideal peanut butter sandwich is 2:1:1, bread, peanut butter and jelly, respectively. Don't over jelly me.
Finally, tomorrow is MONDAY......dreaded. If I could work at Empire Records for one day, tomorrow would be that day. Can you see it? If I had photoshop on my computer, this image would be even more helpful with your visualization.
My book is calling me, as is my bed. Until next time!
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Left-Handed Cooking
I just made an entire batch of my grandmother's homemade chocolate chip cookies. Hello, Susy Homemaker! However, I imagine less hitches going down in her kitchen when cookie production occurs than were going down in mine. It's all good though. I have neosporin for the burns and have successfully cleaned the kitchen and done the dishes with my left hand. Let's just say I'm not ambidextrous by any means. I hope my dear husband has enjoyed his official job offer cookies. They came with a price. Who needs pointer, middle-man, and ring-finger on their right hand?? Merely a tiny sacrifice in order to celebrate one-half of the Sandidge family landing a real job and putting the hard-earned degree to use!
About being ambidextrous, that was my dream as a small child. Some kids want to be the president, some kids want to be an astronaut, or even desire to have super-hero powers...........but no. Not me. I found ambidexterity fascinating. I seriously practiced writing with my left hand all the time. "Did I eventually improve at this task?"you ask. Answer: no. I don't know why or how I came to think being able to be both-handed would be so amazing, but I totally did.
Well, I'm off to eat cookies and ride Matt's coat-tails all the way to Houston! And, let's be honest. I'm probably going to practice signing my name with my left hand a few times before bed.
Until next time!!
About being ambidextrous, that was my dream as a small child. Some kids want to be the president, some kids want to be an astronaut, or even desire to have super-hero powers...........but no. Not me. I found ambidexterity fascinating. I seriously practiced writing with my left hand all the time. "Did I eventually improve at this task?"you ask. Answer: no. I don't know why or how I came to think being able to be both-handed would be so amazing, but I totally did.
Well, I'm off to eat cookies and ride Matt's coat-tails all the way to Houston! And, let's be honest. I'm probably going to practice signing my name with my left hand a few times before bed.
Until next time!!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Peanut Butter
Everything is made of peanut butter. Unpacking this statement for you will be difficult. So.........I'm not gonna. Meh, call me lazy. You people will figure it out on your own. This is merely a life philosophy my mom and I live by.
Please refer to my SIL's blog for some insight into this. And possibly, oh, I don't know, read The Catcher in the Rye or watch Fight Club. Side note, my mother would disagree and tell you to watch Life as a House and read The Prince of Tides. Actually, you should read Ecclesiastes. That's actually the best way to understand that NOTHING MATTERS; and everything is made of peanut butter.
It really frees some things up and lights up a flame of passion at the same time for me. Nothing matters in terms of society and the world, expectation and obligation; all peanut butter. What is real and what matters is what is inside your brain, heart, soul.......etc. There. I unpacked it a little bit - just the trunk of the car. I'll leave you to your life and, luckily, I saved the U-haul for you to unpack!
Sometimes I get out of bed and think to myself "Everything is peanut butter." Simple! I got this!!
Until next time!
Please refer to my SIL's blog for some insight into this. And possibly, oh, I don't know, read The Catcher in the Rye or watch Fight Club. Side note, my mother would disagree and tell you to watch Life as a House and read The Prince of Tides. Actually, you should read Ecclesiastes. That's actually the best way to understand that NOTHING MATTERS; and everything is made of peanut butter.
It really frees some things up and lights up a flame of passion at the same time for me. Nothing matters in terms of society and the world, expectation and obligation; all peanut butter. What is real and what matters is what is inside your brain, heart, soul.......etc. There. I unpacked it a little bit - just the trunk of the car. I'll leave you to your life and, luckily, I saved the U-haul for you to unpack!
Sometimes I get out of bed and think to myself "Everything is peanut butter." Simple! I got this!!
Until next time!
Monday, March 1, 2010
Inspiration Found Me
If Jack Osborne can do it, why can’t I? Maybe I’m behind the times, but the last thing I remember hearing about Jack Osborne was that he went to rehab……..I missed the part which occurred after when he did a British reality TV Show called Adrenaline Junkie and lost a ton a weight while doing extreme things in crazy places around the world. Hot DAMN! I might even venture to say that he became cute!Surfing, mountain climbing, running with the BULLS, martial arts training - just to name a few of the insane things he went on a quest to accomplish. He didn’t even stop with the sheer adrenaline and sense of accomplishment for himself. No, no. He went looking for that road I was talking about earlier. You know, the one that leads to being a good person? I think he found it somewhere in Europe, but that’s beside the point! He took some kids on season 3 or something and MENTORED them. Let me just say that I am feeling a bit INSPIRED here. SO! Here we go. I’m about to be predictable and make a list of goals I would like to accomplish…………No. To hell with that! I’ll just let you know when I do something list-worthy.
Here is the first one for you. I’m currently training for a half marathon, which will take place on April 25, 2010. Stay tuned to hear about me learning to snow board which will be taking place in May, and what will be especially entertaining for you will be reading about me learning to break dance by the year’s end. You're welcome.
Until next time!!!
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