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!
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
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......
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