Thursday, April 29, 2010

If this list doesn't say SUCCESS, I don't know what does!

As of April 29, 2010, it is official: I successfully

1. Finished the Half Marathon. With my awesome running partner!

2. Finished the bag of chips left over from lunch.

3. Cleaned out my drawers in my bathroom in preparation for the big move to Houston.

4. Lounged on the couch for approximately 4 hours last night pondering what the heck I'll do job-wise once I arrive in Houston.

5. Lounged on the couch and ate sushi and drank wine while I pondered what the heck I'll do job-wise once I arrive in Houston.

6. Lounged on the couch and determined the best way to avoid getting a job again. Ever, after I move to Houston.

7. Determined the story line for my novel......while lounging on the couch.

8. Determined that I can never use the word lounged in another blog post. Ever. I met the quota by point number 5, but continued to overuse it after that. I'm almost there with "determined" but I'll stop myself.

9. Kept up with not only one, but TWO pair of sunglasses for over 4 weeks. I'm beating the cosmos.

10. Read approximately 500 blog posts while trying to avoid applying for jobs.

I'm off to............lay on the couch. Oh. Finish the work day first.

Until next time!

PS-I scored a cake at my going away party today that said "Damn the Man". Loved. it.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Where are all the voice mails?

Ohhhh, yesteryear. It seems like such a fuzzy, misty memory. So fuzzy, in fact, that I can't remember the name of the elementary school I attended in 3rd and 4th grade. Yes. Most people fondly remember their 3rd grade teacher and school and the positive impact the year had on their life. I, however, cannot remember either of my teachers' names or the name of my school.

Maybe this was during the time period when Big Brother erased my memory and brainwashed me into this society? Or maybe I just didn't care enough about school to remember? I do, however, distinctly remember the boy I had a crush on. You can see I've always had my priorities straight!

Wait, now that I'm hashing it out over the blog, My 4th grade teacher is coming back. Mrs. Riggs? She was an old lady and I did enjoy her class. (She let me sit by Daniel. I'll let you guess who that might be)

Some interesting questions surface:

Am I remembering correctly?
Just because I remember it that way, is it reality?
What is reality?
What makes the past me the same person as the present me? My memories? Because they are obviously failing. Other people's memories? Because I can't even trust my own memory, let alone someone else's.
Do I really exist?
Does this blog exist?
What is the Internet?
Where do they keep all the voice mails?
Where is Matt Miller when I need him? He probably has an answer to this.

Conclusion: Pictures. Take lots of pictures. Because maybe you can trust those.

Until next time! Maybe. If I exist.

Monday, April 19, 2010

A Poem

Here's a poem I found really interesting yesterday, but now that I'm returning to the post, I find it far less inspiring/amusing. So I have nothing to add to it. Lord Byron can stand alone:

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all tat's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Friday, April 16, 2010

Death by Butt

I love wearing sunglasses. Adore it. Nothing is better than going and picking out new shades and sporting them around town on a nice, breezy, sunny day. Or lounging around with them near any body of water, drinking margaritas, listening to great music and reminiscing with friends. While eating potato chips or other tasty treats.

I have had numerous pairs of sunglasses in my possession over the years. This is due in part to my inability to keep up with them. I never spend over $15 on a pair, because, let's face it: Me purchasing sunglasses is basically like throwing a $20 bill out the window, a $20 which protects my eyes from UV rays that is. This is also due in part(the larger part) to the fact that I frequently store my sunglasses in my driver's side seat in my car when I exit the vehicle.

One time I purchased the best pair of sunglasses EVER. I loved them. Great color, shape, everything - perfect tint shade. Pretty sure they were made for me. Within two weeks of the purchase, I pulled the storing-of-the-sunglasses-in-the-seat business and sat on them when I reentered the car. And broke them into pieces with my butt. NBD, just re-purchase right? Yes. That would be what I did, right before I repeated step 2 and broke that pair with my butt. I bought a third pair, and repeated the whole thing. I didn't repurchase that pair again. I thought it just wasn't meant to be.

Cosmos: 3 points
Rachel: 0 points

When I taught 3rd grade I quite frequently knocked stuff off kids' desks when walking around. With my butt.

Cosmos: 1 point
Rachel: 0 points

Yesterday when I went to HEB I was having a surprisingly successful shopping trip. It even seemed enjoyable. Produce was fresh, canned goods were easy to locate, and no one was involved in a homicide in the dairy section. I even scored a check out station with no line. What did I do to deserve such a wonderful experience?? Then I realized that a downpour was occurring outside.

Cosmos: 5 points
Rachel: still 0 points

I gathered all the groceries and forged onward to my car in the torrential rain, unloaded everything and even put my cart where it goes. Then, I realized that I left my sunglasses inside HEB. Ironic I know.

Cosmos: 1 point

I went back inside and seized the sunglasses.

Cosmos: 0 points
Rachel: 10 points

What is significant here is that these sunglasses have been in my possession since they were in my Easter basket from my mom (Did I mention that I'm turning 25 soon? Easter baskets are awesome and I'm pretty sure I'll get them until I'm a 70 year old woman - no complaints here! Actually, lets be honest. I bet that gets cut off as soon as children enter the picture. But I'm OK with that.) It was her reply to the trauma I experienced a mere two weeks prior, when yet another pair of sunglasses met their death by butt. This was particularly upsetting as I broke them into 3 pieces.

The current status on the sunglasses I rescued from HEB is good, in one piece, still being worn by me. That's one complete month.

Score Total
Cosmos: 10 points
Rachel: 10 points

Don't worry. I'll win this one.

Until next time!

PS -

You're welcome.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Me Being Happy

I'm on the thing about being happy, remember? There is too much that is awful going on in the world for me to be complaining about anything going on with me. Really, the things I consider major upsets include hangnails, bad hair days, time crunches, tickets and the like. Some people in this world have really terrible and hard things going on in their lives.

Happiness today looked like my favorite heels, beautiful weather, a clean apartment, and the mask husband brought back from New Orleans which I may or may not have been wearing around my apartment. Oh, also, I cooked a delicious supper, if I may say so myself. I will put the recipe on here, but I'm being lazy on the couch right now.

Also, I'm watching 500 Days of Summer. Again. I'm about to start a new book as well. I haven't been reading much lately, as far as a novel goes, anyway. I only have boring stuff so I'm calling it a night! Cheers!

Until next time!!

PS-Attic Man knocked down the hanging bar in my closet. He's unruly sometimes.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Saturday, April 10, 2010

QTD Fake Out

So, I'm still in the business of finding things that make me happy. That includes, but is not limited to, my old poetry journal. Don't lie. Most of you had one back in the day, or in the current day. I love poetry, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I definitely spent some time writing what I thought was quality poetry during my high school days. Here is one of my favorites that I wrote back in high school when I thought I was all mysterious, deep thinking, emo and what not.

A long, dark hall
cold floor.
Doubt looms around the corner,
anxiety stands ominously in the door way.
Straining, reaching, trying to get
a piece.
Short, brisk steps slow
as a bulb of hope illuminates
the cold, hard corridor.
Unfamiliar wallpaper and tapestry
change and shift from eerie to comfortable,
dull to funny.
The two eyes at the end of the hallway become reassuring.
Instead of fearing the unknown,
knowing the unknown.
It's not new anymore.
Time passed.
I got to know the stranger.

While we are on the subject of happiness, I am about to drink some chocolate milk and be lazy on the couch.

In addition, it's T-minus two weeks until the half marathon. I'm stoked that I have been able to train and actually be sort of athletic for once in my life. It shows that once one puts her(saying "his or her" is cumbersome, but correct. So I just pick one and go with it. Naturally I pick "her.") mind to something, it really can be accomplished. I'm going to go all inspirational quote on you and leave you with one thought:

"I'm going to run a half-marathon." -Rachel Sandidge

I was going to find a good quote, but I decided that would cut into my chocolate milk/couch time. Soooooooo, that was sort of a trick. ish.

Until next time!!

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

What Makes Me Mad? THE WORLD

Everything is made of peanut butter, so I got this. Rather than blather on about whatever comes into my head, and believe me, there is a lot going on there, I'm going to post some pictures that make me happy. Because happy is a place I want to be. I was talking to my wise mother about this over the weekend, and she made a very good point. She told me that she keeps and takes note of things that make her feel good, so I shall follow suit.

Yes. I love the Fibonacci Sequence and am intrigued by reading about it. Yes, maybe I'm a nerd. Ask me if I care.

Challenge: Find something that makes you feel happy, and concentrate on it, and, if you aren't too careful, you'll be happy! I'm doing the challenge. All day. Everyday. I'll be freakishly happy all the time. Sunbeams will be radiating out of my face. Look out, world. You might make me mad, but I'll be breaking you down one happy/loving thought at a time.

Until next time!!