Last night was one of those nights at work when I realize that there is nothing else like it.
We have a deaf girl who helps out on busy nights and Wednesday is definately one of those nights. It is important to note at this point that I know so very little sign language. So anyway, the girl comes into the office and gets my attention. I recognize the sign "toilet" (which is an important sign to know if you work with children) and deduce that there are two children who have gone to the bathroom and have yet to return. My job is to find them and return them. Oh, I don't know who they are. I just know they will be between 3 1/2 and 4 1/2. Thats it.
So I walk down the hallway and see a little girl and her mom coming out of the restroom. She looks about the right age, so she must be one of them. I peek my head in the restroom and see it is full so I figure the other one is in there and I will wait by the door.
At this point I look down the hallway and see the helper gesturing and realize that the two children are boys and in the boys restroom.
Damn.
I hate dealing with the boys bathroom. It always smells and it makes me uncomfortable as I am not a male.
So I walk up to the boys bathroom and do a timid little knock and ask if they are okay. Nothing. The door is cracked so I peek in and see two tiny sets of feet in one stall. Great. I stand in the hallway a moment debating what to do. I am not comfortable enough to enter the boys bathroom and demand they return to class (a teacher only asks me to retrieve a child if they've been gone a while...so apprently these boys are MIA to their teacher). I hope that they will just finish up on their own and I can then shoo them to class.
Nope. I peek in again and they are still standing in the stall. I also notice that their pants are strewn about.
GREAT. This is not in my job description (actually, this falls under "other").
So I tap again and open the door a little further and say "do you guys need any help?" To this I get a response. One of the little boys comes out of the stall and says yes. And there in front of me is a boy of his late 3s who has no pants on and a shirt just covering his parts. Oh lordy.
"Okay." I say. "How about you get your pants on." He looks at me, grabs a pair of shorts and with one hand holding them at an angle, attempts to put them on. It doesn't work. He brings them to me. "Can you help?" Ok. But at this point I realize there are no underwear in the shorts. So I ask him where they are. "I dunno." Um, are those it over there? "No." Um, did you wear underwear here today? "I dunno."
Oh geez. Fine, lets just get your pants on. Okay wash your hands and we'll get you back to class. At this point the other little boy comes out of the stall with a shirt that just barely covers things too. I ask if he's finished and he says yes.
"Please put your pants on then."
He puts on his pull ups on and comes over to me.
"And your pants please." He finally puts those on too. He then turns around and sees the urinal. "I have to go again."
"I highly doubt that." But he strips his pants off. He walks up to the urinal, to which his head just barely comes up to the bottom of the thing.
"You can't reach it."
"Yes I can." And he starts jumping!
"Ahhhh. Stop. If you must, pull the stool over."
I give up. I will just try to get the first boy to class. He is done washing and drying so we walk back to the gym door. I see his teacher and ask where the other boy's mom is. I explain I can't get him out. He's playing. She looks around, lost like and finally sees someone to whom she goes to talk to.
At this time I turn around to go check on boy 2 and see boy 1 at the water fountain. WHAT? I did my job and returned him to class. HOW did he end up in the hallway at the water fountain!?! So I talk to him and he decided to go back to class. We walk that way and run into the woman headed to the bathroom. Apparently, its his mom. So he turns around and follows her.
Ahhhh! I can not get these kids to go back to class!! The mom walks into the bathroom and tells the little boy to get his pants on and get back to class. "This is not how we act."
I look at her and timidly say, "I tried. Its not easy."
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Its not the same for everyone
A while back, I was talking with my mom and some how our conversation turned to mice and mice traps. I told her I could never use the sticky pads because they are just mean and inhumane and make me feel bad for the mouse. This feeling is made worse by the fact that I had mice as pets when I was little.
At this point in the conversation, my mother looked at me confused. She had no recollection of it.
When I was younger, my mom worked at The University of Nebraska Medical Center in the research department. She worked with mice and rats on a daily basis.
*Side note: I went with her to work a couple times and during one trip she showed me how you humanely kill a mouse...you put a pen or object behind its head and pull its tail to break its neck. I was like 6. This may explain things about me...
Anyway, in one shipment of mice, there arrived a pregnant mouse. I guess they couldn't do testing on pregnant mice, so my mom brought her home. We created a cage for her and allowed her to have her babies. I remember there being 10 all together, but time could have created that number...regardless, there were many of them and my brother and I played with them just as you would a hamster. It was fun. My brother and I would sit in a straddle facing each other and play with the mice in the middle of us. We'd create obstacle courses and everything!
Eventually they grew up and my mom said we had to do something because they would soon start mating with one another.
We let them out in the forest of the park down the street. It was bitter sweet. I'm pretty sure I was over it rather quickly.
The point is, I have many distinct memories of this time. My mother has none. How odd.
At this point in the conversation, my mother looked at me confused. She had no recollection of it.
When I was younger, my mom worked at The University of Nebraska Medical Center in the research department. She worked with mice and rats on a daily basis.
*Side note: I went with her to work a couple times and during one trip she showed me how you humanely kill a mouse...you put a pen or object behind its head and pull its tail to break its neck. I was like 6. This may explain things about me...
Anyway, in one shipment of mice, there arrived a pregnant mouse. I guess they couldn't do testing on pregnant mice, so my mom brought her home. We created a cage for her and allowed her to have her babies. I remember there being 10 all together, but time could have created that number...regardless, there were many of them and my brother and I played with them just as you would a hamster. It was fun. My brother and I would sit in a straddle facing each other and play with the mice in the middle of us. We'd create obstacle courses and everything!
Eventually they grew up and my mom said we had to do something because they would soon start mating with one another.
We let them out in the forest of the park down the street. It was bitter sweet. I'm pretty sure I was over it rather quickly.
The point is, I have many distinct memories of this time. My mother has none. How odd.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Running in Circles
A lot of my friends have started running races. Like real ones. Where you actually run a rediculous amount of miles.
I'm guessing you know how I feel about that. I am not a runner. The thought makes my nose crinkle in dissatisfaction.
I don't know when or why I became so appalled to running. Its silly. Every once in a great while, I will try to convince myself that it is not that bad. That running would be good for me and would be a great stress reliever. But then I walk outside and think...naw, I'll just walk.
I'm not opposed to excercise in general. I did participate in the MS Bike Ride last summer...which was like 80 miles over two days. I like my eliptical.
Running just exhausts me. Even just watching.
But there's still something inside me that wants to be able to say..."Yeah, I just ran a 5K. No biggie."
I'm guessing you know how I feel about that. I am not a runner. The thought makes my nose crinkle in dissatisfaction.
I don't know when or why I became so appalled to running. Its silly. Every once in a great while, I will try to convince myself that it is not that bad. That running would be good for me and would be a great stress reliever. But then I walk outside and think...naw, I'll just walk.
I'm not opposed to excercise in general. I did participate in the MS Bike Ride last summer...which was like 80 miles over two days. I like my eliptical.
Running just exhausts me. Even just watching.
But there's still something inside me that wants to be able to say..."Yeah, I just ran a 5K. No biggie."
Saturday, September 26, 2009
A Return
I've felt a calling to return to blogging.
I've been on a hiatis due to many things, including a dead laptop and a monotonous feeling about my life (could be low B12 again...).
Anyway, I'm going to try to to get back on the blogging horse.
On a totally different note, I went to Myka's soccer game this morning at one of the local high schools and the band was there getting ready to go to a competition. I was so jealous. At that moment, I would have done just about anything to experience one more Saturday Band Competition. Those were the days. I had so much fun at those competitions! Hmmm...oh, the memories.
Maybe that's what I'll share in my next post. I'll be back soon. I promise.
I've been on a hiatis due to many things, including a dead laptop and a monotonous feeling about my life (could be low B12 again...).
Anyway, I'm going to try to to get back on the blogging horse.
On a totally different note, I went to Myka's soccer game this morning at one of the local high schools and the band was there getting ready to go to a competition. I was so jealous. At that moment, I would have done just about anything to experience one more Saturday Band Competition. Those were the days. I had so much fun at those competitions! Hmmm...oh, the memories.
Maybe that's what I'll share in my next post. I'll be back soon. I promise.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Blast from the Past
I've been having a lot of weird dreams lately. They often involve people from my past. Its odd. They are people I haven't seen or even thought about in YEARS. Suddenly, they are popping up in my dreams. The other night I was at my childhood friend's house, even they weren't there. Um, I haven't been at that house in 15+ years, as he became too cool for me in 9th grade. Last night, I was hanging out with a bunch of the band nerds from high school (I was one too, so I don't say that in a judgmental way). We were our current ages and hanging out at the dunes on Lake Michigan. Very odd. I can't share details because its weird and awkward....HA!
I think it has to do with the fact that my 10 year reunion is coming up! Its not so much that I'm nervous/scared/excited about it, more that it has brought to mind people that I haven't thought about much in the last few years.
Its odd how our mind works.
I think it has to do with the fact that my 10 year reunion is coming up! Its not so much that I'm nervous/scared/excited about it, more that it has brought to mind people that I haven't thought about much in the last few years.
Its odd how our mind works.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Its Fine.
When my brother and I were younger, we'd come home from school and make a batch of chocolate chip cookie dough. Then we'd eat half the dough...raw. Then we might cook the remainder for our parents. We LOVED this.
I also remember distinctly riding in the back of the pick up truck numerous times. We used to car pool to school on days we had choir or band or whatever and sometimes when it was my mom's turn to drive we would have to take the truck and pile in the back...there was a topper, but it was just wide open back there. We were always told to sit close to the front or on the sides though. I also very vividly remember getting sick one morning after going out to brunch and on the way home from Omaha I had to ride laying down in the back of the truck because I'd throw up if I was sitting up.
In the good old days, my friend Ali and I would get on our matching bikes and ride around the neighborhood for hours. If it was a hot summer day, we'd wiggle in our swim suits and stop at all the houses watering their lawn and run thru the sprinklers. It was the best. We also would stop at the ditch and swing into it on the branches of the willow tree that hung over it. (That is until someone new moved in and yelled at us!)
The point is, I did all this and more and am still alive to tell about it.
Parents today don't let their kids do that. They don't get to go out and just play. Everything is scheduled. Parents are too worried about their kids getting sick, or fat, or abducted to really let them do anything fun or spontaneous. It makes me wonder what this generation will grow up to be like... I hope I won't be like that as a parent. I hope I remember what its like to play in the backyard until it got dark, to ride bikes all afternoon and to just have time to be a kid.
I also remember distinctly riding in the back of the pick up truck numerous times. We used to car pool to school on days we had choir or band or whatever and sometimes when it was my mom's turn to drive we would have to take the truck and pile in the back...there was a topper, but it was just wide open back there. We were always told to sit close to the front or on the sides though. I also very vividly remember getting sick one morning after going out to brunch and on the way home from Omaha I had to ride laying down in the back of the truck because I'd throw up if I was sitting up.
In the good old days, my friend Ali and I would get on our matching bikes and ride around the neighborhood for hours. If it was a hot summer day, we'd wiggle in our swim suits and stop at all the houses watering their lawn and run thru the sprinklers. It was the best. We also would stop at the ditch and swing into it on the branches of the willow tree that hung over it. (That is until someone new moved in and yelled at us!)
The point is, I did all this and more and am still alive to tell about it.
Parents today don't let their kids do that. They don't get to go out and just play. Everything is scheduled. Parents are too worried about their kids getting sick, or fat, or abducted to really let them do anything fun or spontaneous. It makes me wonder what this generation will grow up to be like... I hope I won't be like that as a parent. I hope I remember what its like to play in the backyard until it got dark, to ride bikes all afternoon and to just have time to be a kid.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
The Crazy Girl
Inside every female lives a Crazy Girl (I considered calling her Psycho Girl, but that brings to mind a psychotic knife wielding character from an old horror movie and I wasn't going for violent). For most of us females, we can keep Crazy Girl at bay, but she inevitably peaks her head out randomly.
What am I talking about?
If you're female, you know. If you're male, I'll try to explain. Crazy Girl is the irrational part of every female. Most socially accepted females are able to keep her in check and hidden. Some women have a little more trouble with her. She tries her best to come to the forefront and take over all thoughts. She causes women to freak out over nothing. To over analyze notes, phone calls and the like. To read into comments and behaviors of those around them. Crazy Girl likes us to think that just because our friends don't call within a certain amount of time, they don't like us any more. That our boys have someone on the side because they don't want to see us every minute of every day. And maybe that we're going to get fired because she's sure the boss gave us a funny look today.
Crazy Girl is the ultimate Drama Queen. Stirring up shit where there's only a bit of dirt to be seen.
If you're good, Crazy Girl only comes around once in a while. Our rational mind can generally keep Crazy Girl in check and remind us that no, our friends are not mad at us, our boy does not have another girlfriend and our boss is not going to fire us tomorrow. Sometimes we can stop her before the thought even fully forms, but sometimes it takes a while. Sometimes we need help to keep Crazy Girl at bay. Friends, drugs, whatever...
But be warned, when Crazy Girl is in control, she does not easily give up. Sometimes a calm rational voice of reason can shrink her away, but sometimes it only fuels her fire. There are times when she gets on a roll and will turn every word, look and action into a negative. There's not much that can be done at this point. Chocolate. Wine. Sleep. They generally work.
Good luck. And may her visits to you be few and far between.
What am I talking about?
If you're female, you know. If you're male, I'll try to explain. Crazy Girl is the irrational part of every female. Most socially accepted females are able to keep her in check and hidden. Some women have a little more trouble with her. She tries her best to come to the forefront and take over all thoughts. She causes women to freak out over nothing. To over analyze notes, phone calls and the like. To read into comments and behaviors of those around them. Crazy Girl likes us to think that just because our friends don't call within a certain amount of time, they don't like us any more. That our boys have someone on the side because they don't want to see us every minute of every day. And maybe that we're going to get fired because she's sure the boss gave us a funny look today.
Crazy Girl is the ultimate Drama Queen. Stirring up shit where there's only a bit of dirt to be seen.
If you're good, Crazy Girl only comes around once in a while. Our rational mind can generally keep Crazy Girl in check and remind us that no, our friends are not mad at us, our boy does not have another girlfriend and our boss is not going to fire us tomorrow. Sometimes we can stop her before the thought even fully forms, but sometimes it takes a while. Sometimes we need help to keep Crazy Girl at bay. Friends, drugs, whatever...
But be warned, when Crazy Girl is in control, she does not easily give up. Sometimes a calm rational voice of reason can shrink her away, but sometimes it only fuels her fire. There are times when she gets on a roll and will turn every word, look and action into a negative. There's not much that can be done at this point. Chocolate. Wine. Sleep. They generally work.
Good luck. And may her visits to you be few and far between.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Evil On Earth
There are few things in this world that I actually hate. I may strongly dislike something or someone or I may abhor it, but hate is reserved for a very few select things.
Like this:
Poison Ivy
Like this:
Poison IvyLast year, for the first time, I had a terrible run in with the stuff. There were these vines suffocating my trees, so I pulled them down.
Important note for everyone: Hairy vines = poison ivy.
I had it everywhere. It wasn't so bad at first, but then it just seemed to continue to multiply. I finally ended up at the doctors office where I got a shot of steroids. So not fun.
Needless to say, I quickly realized exactly what poison ivy looked like and where it was located in the yard and either stayed away from it or vowed to spray it everyday with weed killer until it was gone. That worked fairly well last year and most was cleared away.
But its back. Last weekend we tilled up some ground for a vegetable garden and another little spot that needed help by the barn-shed. I was out yesterday messing with the smaller spot and noticed some poison ivy near it. I did not want it mixing in with my new plants. I had my gardening gloves on, so I pulled up a couple sprigs. If you don't know about poison ivy, its all connected through a shallow root system, so when I pulled up the few small pieces, I ended up finding some larger roots which I also had to pull up (provides me with some sense of satisfaction when I can get the roots out). I messed with it for maybe five minutes then took the gloves off, went inside and was in the shower within minutes.
Yet some how it got me. The evil poison ivy got me. Today I have a few small spots on my arm. I knew what it was immediately! I'm just hoping it doesn't spread.
Stupid evil poison ivy. I hate it.
Important note for everyone: Hairy vines = poison ivy.
I had it everywhere. It wasn't so bad at first, but then it just seemed to continue to multiply. I finally ended up at the doctors office where I got a shot of steroids. So not fun.
Needless to say, I quickly realized exactly what poison ivy looked like and where it was located in the yard and either stayed away from it or vowed to spray it everyday with weed killer until it was gone. That worked fairly well last year and most was cleared away.
But its back. Last weekend we tilled up some ground for a vegetable garden and another little spot that needed help by the barn-shed. I was out yesterday messing with the smaller spot and noticed some poison ivy near it. I did not want it mixing in with my new plants. I had my gardening gloves on, so I pulled up a couple sprigs. If you don't know about poison ivy, its all connected through a shallow root system, so when I pulled up the few small pieces, I ended up finding some larger roots which I also had to pull up (provides me with some sense of satisfaction when I can get the roots out). I messed with it for maybe five minutes then took the gloves off, went inside and was in the shower within minutes.
Yet some how it got me. The evil poison ivy got me. Today I have a few small spots on my arm. I knew what it was immediately! I'm just hoping it doesn't spread.
Stupid evil poison ivy. I hate it.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Mall Madness
Sometimes its the small things that remind me I'm getting older.
I went to the mall today to return some stuff and really just waste some time. This is something I used to do ALL THE TIME as a child. I lived up the street from the mall and whenever I'd get bored, I'd call up a friend (usually Katie or Michelle cuz they were my best friends and close in distance) and we'd walk down to the mall. Yup, walk. We started this when we were like 10.
Generally, we'd start by cruising through Target and then head out into the actual mall to do some sight seeing. If it were Katie and I, you could almost guarentee that we'd be in Dillard's or Deb's for some time trying on Prom Dresses. Yes, this is how we spent our childhood Saturdays! It was thrilling. I loved getting dressed up in the silky smooth dresses that always made me feel pretty. I'd try on a million different types each time. I never tired of it. When we were younger, we obviously didn't do the Prom Dresses, just all the fun clothes we knew we'd never get our parents to buy for us. I always felt elated during and after these events.
The afternoon usually consisted of a stop at the food court for maybe some crab rangoon or a soft pretzel also. We'd wander around until we were bored or tired and then begin our trek home.
Ahhh...those were the days.
So, like I said, today I went to the mall to waste some time. I walked in and out of a bunch of stores but tried nothing on except some lotion. I got tired quickly and was disgruntled with the fact that I didn't have the money or the body to get the clothes that looked exciting anymore. I sat down for a pretzel, but it wasn't the same without a friend to share it with.
While I really wouldn't want to live through jr high and high school again, I do miss some of the things that came with that time period. The thrill of just trying things on. The enjoyment of an afternoon spent with a best friend doing nothing productive.
Can you tell I'm having an "I don't want to grow up!" day?
I went to the mall today to return some stuff and really just waste some time. This is something I used to do ALL THE TIME as a child. I lived up the street from the mall and whenever I'd get bored, I'd call up a friend (usually Katie or Michelle cuz they were my best friends and close in distance) and we'd walk down to the mall. Yup, walk. We started this when we were like 10.
Generally, we'd start by cruising through Target and then head out into the actual mall to do some sight seeing. If it were Katie and I, you could almost guarentee that we'd be in Dillard's or Deb's for some time trying on Prom Dresses. Yes, this is how we spent our childhood Saturdays! It was thrilling. I loved getting dressed up in the silky smooth dresses that always made me feel pretty. I'd try on a million different types each time. I never tired of it. When we were younger, we obviously didn't do the Prom Dresses, just all the fun clothes we knew we'd never get our parents to buy for us. I always felt elated during and after these events.
The afternoon usually consisted of a stop at the food court for maybe some crab rangoon or a soft pretzel also. We'd wander around until we were bored or tired and then begin our trek home.
Ahhh...those were the days.
So, like I said, today I went to the mall to waste some time. I walked in and out of a bunch of stores but tried nothing on except some lotion. I got tired quickly and was disgruntled with the fact that I didn't have the money or the body to get the clothes that looked exciting anymore. I sat down for a pretzel, but it wasn't the same without a friend to share it with.
While I really wouldn't want to live through jr high and high school again, I do miss some of the things that came with that time period. The thrill of just trying things on. The enjoyment of an afternoon spent with a best friend doing nothing productive.
Can you tell I'm having an "I don't want to grow up!" day?
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Vegas Baby!
I needed a vacation. Like bad. I just needed to get out of Central Illinois and not have to think about anything. I really wanted to go to a beach and just sit on it and soak up some sun. I wanted my biggest decision of the day to be "what am I going to drink today?"
However, apparently everyone has the same idea in March/April. Stupid people. So the condo things were all booked up down South. Emily declared she would come with me, so we just had to find a place and a weekend. Finally, we settled on Las Vegas!
While it wasn't the warm sunny beaches of Florida or Aruba, it also wasn't Central Illinois, so therefore it was pretty darn good. Some how we ended up there on a 'cold' weekend and the temps the first two days didn't get above 65. Slightly unfortunate. We did however have a indoor heated pool and hot tub, which we took advantage of.
We did A LOT of walking up and down the strip and just taking it all in. Saturday night we went to go see LOVE by Cirque du Soleil. It was pretty darn awesome! I would love to see some more of the shows. It was just cool. I highly suggest seeing a Cirque du Soleil of some type if you can.
There is honestly so much to do out there that we atually had to make a conscious effort to sit down and gamble. And it was more to get the free drinks than to really gamble. Of course we hit the penny slots. :) In the end, Emily finished $5 up and I was out a whole $7. To prove we did so, the following:
It was an awesome trip and I only wish it could have lasted a few more days! I can't wait for the next trip.
However, apparently everyone has the same idea in March/April. Stupid people. So the condo things were all booked up down South. Emily declared she would come with me, so we just had to find a place and a weekend. Finally, we settled on Las Vegas!
While it wasn't the warm sunny beaches of Florida or Aruba, it also wasn't Central Illinois, so therefore it was pretty darn good. Some how we ended up there on a 'cold' weekend and the temps the first two days didn't get above 65. Slightly unfortunate. We did however have a indoor heated pool and hot tub, which we took advantage of.
We did A LOT of walking up and down the strip and just taking it all in. Saturday night we went to go see LOVE by Cirque du Soleil. It was pretty darn awesome! I would love to see some more of the shows. It was just cool. I highly suggest seeing a Cirque du Soleil of some type if you can.
There is honestly so much to do out there that we atually had to make a conscious effort to sit down and gamble. And it was more to get the free drinks than to really gamble. Of course we hit the penny slots. :) In the end, Emily finished $5 up and I was out a whole $7. To prove we did so, the following:
It was an awesome trip and I only wish it could have lasted a few more days! I can't wait for the next trip.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Yup, thats right.
Here are some of this past weeks oddities in pictures:
The giant strawberry. It was the largest I've seen! Photos don't do it justice.
Snow! On Sunday, March 29th! Seriously!
My bowling score. I am the second "R" - see that ending!?! FOUR. Count them, FOUR strikes in a row! I rock!Tuesday, March 24, 2009
A Bit of This 'n That
It rained today. A lot. Like downpours...multiple times. So on my way home, I said a little prayer, "Dear God, please create a miracle and let there be NO water in my basement." And behold, God answered and said, "oh, okay." Sweet! No water as of 7pm. Yay! Thank you God.
Speaking of rain, it was just a downpour on my way home from work today. First, I brilliantly stepped in a large puddle with my ballet flats when I got out at Walmart. Thankfully, I found a close spot, but I still got wet. And of course I was wearing glasses, so by the time I got into the store, I couldn't see because of all the drops. I went to wipe them off and all it did was smear...not dry. Grr. On the drive back, the rain was coming down so hard that I had to turn my wipers on the spastic setting - going so fast you barely see them. I have two settings on this car...the calm speed and the spastic speed. I feel like I'm being judged when I use the spastic settting, but it was definately called for today. Especially when passing the giant semis. It did remind me of Gretta the Jetta though. At then end of her time with me, her wiper engine kind of gave out and just didn't want to go any faster than "old man shuffle." I honestly couldn't drive safely when it rained with more furver than a spitting. So once again, I am thankful for my "new" Civic with all its working parts. Oh, except for that gas door...I have to do the ghetto opening trick by going through the trunk. Gotta get that fixed!
I think that on Thursday I am going to go into work late and get a massage. Mmmm. That sounds lovely. I think I'll be working later that night, so I'd just be flexing my hours so as not to go into over time. I think that's okay...
I went to IKEA (twice) and upped my collection of their furniture and accessories and am so happy! I spent last weekend working on turning the back room into something beautiful.
Before. Well if you can get around the man in the tux, you can see the crappy green blinds, the flesh colored paint, the crappy ceiling, etc. It just needed some TLC and a little elbow grece. (I really can't find another picture of that room - it was just that dreadful that I couldn't take a photo of it!)
After. Ohhh pretty. Thank you IKEA for the lovely curtains and awesome poppy stickers for my walls. I LOVE it! It has taken a lot of time and work and there is still more to be done, but I am rather happy with where it is now. I've got a great rectangle kitchen table - which is suprisingly MUCH more chi than a circle table, btw.
Next up...Bathroom Renovation. Ahhh!
Speaking of rain, it was just a downpour on my way home from work today. First, I brilliantly stepped in a large puddle with my ballet flats when I got out at Walmart. Thankfully, I found a close spot, but I still got wet. And of course I was wearing glasses, so by the time I got into the store, I couldn't see because of all the drops. I went to wipe them off and all it did was smear...not dry. Grr. On the drive back, the rain was coming down so hard that I had to turn my wipers on the spastic setting - going so fast you barely see them. I have two settings on this car...the calm speed and the spastic speed. I feel like I'm being judged when I use the spastic settting, but it was definately called for today. Especially when passing the giant semis. It did remind me of Gretta the Jetta though. At then end of her time with me, her wiper engine kind of gave out and just didn't want to go any faster than "old man shuffle." I honestly couldn't drive safely when it rained with more furver than a spitting. So once again, I am thankful for my "new" Civic with all its working parts. Oh, except for that gas door...I have to do the ghetto opening trick by going through the trunk. Gotta get that fixed!
I think that on Thursday I am going to go into work late and get a massage. Mmmm. That sounds lovely. I think I'll be working later that night, so I'd just be flexing my hours so as not to go into over time. I think that's okay...
I went to IKEA (twice) and upped my collection of their furniture and accessories and am so happy! I spent last weekend working on turning the back room into something beautiful.
Before. Well if you can get around the man in the tux, you can see the crappy green blinds, the flesh colored paint, the crappy ceiling, etc. It just needed some TLC and a little elbow grece. (I really can't find another picture of that room - it was just that dreadful that I couldn't take a photo of it!)
After. Ohhh pretty. Thank you IKEA for the lovely curtains and awesome poppy stickers for my walls. I LOVE it! It has taken a lot of time and work and there is still more to be done, but I am rather happy with where it is now. I've got a great rectangle kitchen table - which is suprisingly MUCH more chi than a circle table, btw.Next up...Bathroom Renovation. Ahhh!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Bits and Thoughts
Just like it says up there, today I am going to share some of the random thoughts going on up there...
Missing Florida Kids
Why are they always from Florida when the National news gets involved? Originally, I figured it hit the national circuit because the people had money...but did you see this last guy? I don't think that family comes from money. A note to those parental units...it is not okay to go out and party and get drunk OR to get married when your child is missing! What are you people thinking?!? Seriously!
Biggest Loser
I am watching the weigh-in as I write this. Very emotional and very inspirational. I cry nearly every episode. Ron and Mike get me every time. I am so impressed with that young guy. And I thoroughly enjoy that this season they are not "playing the game," but rather helping each other out and supporting the people who need it most. Technically, Ron should have been gone a long time ago, but obviously he is someone who needs to be on the ranch more than most people. I appreciate that the other contestants have not voted him off yet. Props to all of them.
Vegas
Yay. I'm going to Vegas with Emily in April! I really don't care if we do much more than hang out at the pool and sip on some drinks. I just want to get away. And who better to do that with than your best friend. Hopefully, its hot and sunny the entire time!
St Patty's Day
A friend today commented "I think it's cute that the Irish have an entire day to party. Of course, we Germans have an entire month. Talk to me in October." Good point.
Birthdays
I hit 28 a few days ago. Yikes. I did okay for most of the day until I realized there was no big fanfare any more. I'm old(er) and so are my friends and we don't get together and go out with a big bang like we used to. Maybe I just need some new young friends. :) Naw. I actually had a very good weekend. I did have to bake my own cake (yellow with chocolate frosting if you're curious) but I figure I know then it is the cake I want and it will taste good. As long as I always get a delicious cake and a few phone calls, birthdays can keep on coming.
Ellie
I have the cutest dog in the world. The cutest. I love her to excess. Just look at her. I thank God everyday that she came into my life. How lucky am I?
Missing Florida Kids
Why are they always from Florida when the National news gets involved? Originally, I figured it hit the national circuit because the people had money...but did you see this last guy? I don't think that family comes from money. A note to those parental units...it is not okay to go out and party and get drunk OR to get married when your child is missing! What are you people thinking?!? Seriously!
Biggest Loser
I am watching the weigh-in as I write this. Very emotional and very inspirational. I cry nearly every episode. Ron and Mike get me every time. I am so impressed with that young guy. And I thoroughly enjoy that this season they are not "playing the game," but rather helping each other out and supporting the people who need it most. Technically, Ron should have been gone a long time ago, but obviously he is someone who needs to be on the ranch more than most people. I appreciate that the other contestants have not voted him off yet. Props to all of them.
Vegas
Yay. I'm going to Vegas with Emily in April! I really don't care if we do much more than hang out at the pool and sip on some drinks. I just want to get away. And who better to do that with than your best friend. Hopefully, its hot and sunny the entire time!
St Patty's Day
A friend today commented "I think it's cute that the Irish have an entire day to party. Of course, we Germans have an entire month. Talk to me in October." Good point.
Birthdays
I hit 28 a few days ago. Yikes. I did okay for most of the day until I realized there was no big fanfare any more. I'm old(er) and so are my friends and we don't get together and go out with a big bang like we used to. Maybe I just need some new young friends. :) Naw. I actually had a very good weekend. I did have to bake my own cake (yellow with chocolate frosting if you're curious) but I figure I know then it is the cake I want and it will taste good. As long as I always get a delicious cake and a few phone calls, birthdays can keep on coming.
Ellie
I have the cutest dog in the world. The cutest. I love her to excess. Just look at her. I thank God everyday that she came into my life. How lucky am I?
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
That pesky number...
It is Tuesday. Which means that it is Biggest Loser night. Which means I am gearing up by making me some delicious food so I can sit my bum down in front of the TV and watch the two hour show.
I do have to admit that generally I try to stretch or exercise or get on the Eliptical for at least part of the show as to not feel too lazy.
While I love the Biggest Loser, I have to say that I believe it is skewing our view of what is normal and what is not. After a recent doctor's visit, I declared to myself that I need to lose that 10 pounds that have somehow latched themselves to my body. After watching The Biggest Loser, I feel like I should be able to do this in about two weeks.
Why you may ask is that my time frame? The contestants consistently pull numbers like 10, 12, or at least 6. I know I don't have as many extra pounds as they do, so I figure I can't drop 10 in a week, but shouldn't I be able to do it quickly? They do!
Then I remember that they work out like 8-10 hours a day and have Bob or Jillian yelling at them to keep going. I don't.
Maybe I should see if they'd let me visit "the ranch" for just a week. Just one. Its just a pesky little 10 pounds.
Unfortunately, I know that I have to make an effort to eat better and exercise more frequently. And that realistically it will take a couple months at the least. Bah. I want my instant gratification that we have become so accustomed to!
I do have to admit that generally I try to stretch or exercise or get on the Eliptical for at least part of the show as to not feel too lazy.
While I love the Biggest Loser, I have to say that I believe it is skewing our view of what is normal and what is not. After a recent doctor's visit, I declared to myself that I need to lose that 10 pounds that have somehow latched themselves to my body. After watching The Biggest Loser, I feel like I should be able to do this in about two weeks.
Why you may ask is that my time frame? The contestants consistently pull numbers like 10, 12, or at least 6. I know I don't have as many extra pounds as they do, so I figure I can't drop 10 in a week, but shouldn't I be able to do it quickly? They do!
Then I remember that they work out like 8-10 hours a day and have Bob or Jillian yelling at them to keep going. I don't.
Maybe I should see if they'd let me visit "the ranch" for just a week. Just one. Its just a pesky little 10 pounds.
Unfortunately, I know that I have to make an effort to eat better and exercise more frequently. And that realistically it will take a couple months at the least. Bah. I want my instant gratification that we have become so accustomed to!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Goes to....
Out of convenience, I generally blog on Sundays, since it seems to be the day where I have the least to do and can easily fit in some blogger time. However, this past Sunday I was rather busy, thus no time to post.
The beginning of my day consisted of going in to work to run a birthday party. Sounds easy enough. Basically it is...if you're in shape. Rather than just cut and feed the kids some cake, I had to set up the gym and then show the kids what to do and take them around. Again, sounds easy enough. Except that I'm SOOOO out of shape. I'm moving mats and setting up circuits AND huffing and puffing. Seriously, that is not necessary. Between parties, I decided to swing on the rings. Smooth. All day Monday it hurt to lift my arms. I didn't even know those muscles could get sore! The parties went rather well and I think the kids enjoyed themselves, but for the next few days, any time I stood up, I was reminded of how out of shape I really am.
Gotta fix that.
*Note to self...get on that damn eliptical machine more often!
Needless to say, I was fairly exhausted when I got home. I mosied around the house for a while and then plopped myself down in the spare room to watch the tiny tv. And on came the Oscars Pre Show! Ohhhh! This is my SuperBowl. MyIndy 500. My WWE RAW Wrestling (yeah, I don't know).
After watching for about 5 minutes, I realized I had no one to dish to. Rob could care less if the dress that Jessica Beal was wearing was atrocious. In fact he would probably say she's hot anyway. So, I texted Em to see if she was watching. I quickly received a text back informing me she was and than I should sign on MSN so we could discuss and gossip through the show. Instantly, I grabbed my computer and while it was booting up, I also grabbed some chips and dip and a large glass of water and settle my arse in for a fabulous night.
We discussed the fashion, the hair, the couples, the movies and of course the surrounding celebrity gossip whilst the show went on. It was a blast! When we had a question about why Heath wasn't in the tribute video, Em Wikipedia'd that and found out he died a month before the show last year. When we were scared by Sofia Loren, Em checked out just how old she was. She also Wiki'd random other people and provided bits and pieces of trival knowledge throughout the show.
What a fun night. I enjoyed much of the actual show itself. The way in which previous winners presented some of the big awards was so creative. I couldn't imagine being some of those nominees and having some of the biggest names in the business telling you how awesome you are. Wow. And of course the fashion hits and misses. Beyonce, yuck. Anne Hathaway, gorgeous...oh, and will you be my friend.
If I could have lunch with any two stars, it would be Anne and Natalie Portman. I think we'd make an awesome trio.
The beginning of my day consisted of going in to work to run a birthday party. Sounds easy enough. Basically it is...if you're in shape. Rather than just cut and feed the kids some cake, I had to set up the gym and then show the kids what to do and take them around. Again, sounds easy enough. Except that I'm SOOOO out of shape. I'm moving mats and setting up circuits AND huffing and puffing. Seriously, that is not necessary. Between parties, I decided to swing on the rings. Smooth. All day Monday it hurt to lift my arms. I didn't even know those muscles could get sore! The parties went rather well and I think the kids enjoyed themselves, but for the next few days, any time I stood up, I was reminded of how out of shape I really am.
Gotta fix that.
*Note to self...get on that damn eliptical machine more often!
Needless to say, I was fairly exhausted when I got home. I mosied around the house for a while and then plopped myself down in the spare room to watch the tiny tv. And on came the Oscars Pre Show! Ohhhh! This is my SuperBowl. MyIndy 500. My WWE RAW Wrestling (yeah, I don't know).
After watching for about 5 minutes, I realized I had no one to dish to. Rob could care less if the dress that Jessica Beal was wearing was atrocious. In fact he would probably say she's hot anyway. So, I texted Em to see if she was watching. I quickly received a text back informing me she was and than I should sign on MSN so we could discuss and gossip through the show. Instantly, I grabbed my computer and while it was booting up, I also grabbed some chips and dip and a large glass of water and settle my arse in for a fabulous night.
We discussed the fashion, the hair, the couples, the movies and of course the surrounding celebrity gossip whilst the show went on. It was a blast! When we had a question about why Heath wasn't in the tribute video, Em Wikipedia'd that and found out he died a month before the show last year. When we were scared by Sofia Loren, Em checked out just how old she was. She also Wiki'd random other people and provided bits and pieces of trival knowledge throughout the show.
What a fun night. I enjoyed much of the actual show itself. The way in which previous winners presented some of the big awards was so creative. I couldn't imagine being some of those nominees and having some of the biggest names in the business telling you how awesome you are. Wow. And of course the fashion hits and misses. Beyonce, yuck. Anne Hathaway, gorgeous...oh, and will you be my friend.
If I could have lunch with any two stars, it would be Anne and Natalie Portman. I think we'd make an awesome trio.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Its Pouring
Well when it rains, it pours. I complained last entry that not much was happening in my life. I was somewhat bored. Well that seems to have changed. Not all for the good either.
Friday was such a big day, that I really don't remember much prior to it.
It technically started Thursday night and blew up Friday afternoon. To not divulge all the details, I will just say that a lot of money was stolen from work and I was the last one to have it in my hands. Obviously, I did not steal it, but someone did and we have no idea who did it. I spent Friday afternoon explaining it to my boss, other managers and the police. It was crazy. It makes me sick to my stomach because more than likely it was a coworker. Ugh. What a world. The boss made everyone attend an emergency meeting on Saturday and said if it was returned she wouldn't press charges...so hopefully it gets returned and it takes care of itself.
So, I finally get home Friday around 6:30pm and Rob and I were going to grab some food. Rob told me to come in first instead of just picking him up, so I walked up to the door and found a rose and a note.
Let me just state that Rob and I had previously been talking about how I was missing the "mushy" gene that most women have. I don't get overly emotional with him and I'm not a fan when others do either. When most women would say "oh thats sweet," I'd say "Seriously?" Not a fan of the cheese either. Show me you care, don't tell me in a lovey tone with puppy dog eyes. So anyway, normally I might have jokingly gagged at the rose, but I was intrigued to see what was ahead.
He had set up a scavenger hunt through the house. I had to follow flowers and notes throughout the house that eventually lead me out to the back shed. When I opened the shed, there were more flowers and a note stating this was the end and there wasn't anything under the blanket. I wasn't expecting anything, so I figured I got a lot of flowers. Rob laughed and said there was something there. I pulled off the blanket and was able to tell in the dim light that it was a jewelry armoire.
I have ALWAYS wanted one! I was so excited! Apparently, I'm not all out of the mush gene. Some of it showed up and I was able to fully appreciate the whole situation. After my shitty day, he made an effort (apparently two hours worth) and put in some thought and gave me a present that meant something to me. It was sweet. It was nice. I was impressed.
I have tons of stuff to fill it with. Some cheap play jewelry and some nice stuff. Now I want more to put in it! :) I started going through the various boxes and places where my jewelry had come to rest over the last couple moves. I was excited to get it all in one place and visible so I could use it. However, during some digging, I found some pieces that are best left hidden. Nothing too sentimental, just ugly and out of date. Guess its time to go through and donate some of that stuff! Too bad none of its gold...I could send it to Cash 4 Gold!
Friday was such a big day, that I really don't remember much prior to it.
It technically started Thursday night and blew up Friday afternoon. To not divulge all the details, I will just say that a lot of money was stolen from work and I was the last one to have it in my hands. Obviously, I did not steal it, but someone did and we have no idea who did it. I spent Friday afternoon explaining it to my boss, other managers and the police. It was crazy. It makes me sick to my stomach because more than likely it was a coworker. Ugh. What a world. The boss made everyone attend an emergency meeting on Saturday and said if it was returned she wouldn't press charges...so hopefully it gets returned and it takes care of itself.
So, I finally get home Friday around 6:30pm and Rob and I were going to grab some food. Rob told me to come in first instead of just picking him up, so I walked up to the door and found a rose and a note.
Let me just state that Rob and I had previously been talking about how I was missing the "mushy" gene that most women have. I don't get overly emotional with him and I'm not a fan when others do either. When most women would say "oh thats sweet," I'd say "Seriously?" Not a fan of the cheese either. Show me you care, don't tell me in a lovey tone with puppy dog eyes. So anyway, normally I might have jokingly gagged at the rose, but I was intrigued to see what was ahead.
He had set up a scavenger hunt through the house. I had to follow flowers and notes throughout the house that eventually lead me out to the back shed. When I opened the shed, there were more flowers and a note stating this was the end and there wasn't anything under the blanket. I wasn't expecting anything, so I figured I got a lot of flowers. Rob laughed and said there was something there. I pulled off the blanket and was able to tell in the dim light that it was a jewelry armoire.
I have ALWAYS wanted one! I was so excited! Apparently, I'm not all out of the mush gene. Some of it showed up and I was able to fully appreciate the whole situation. After my shitty day, he made an effort (apparently two hours worth) and put in some thought and gave me a present that meant something to me. It was sweet. It was nice. I was impressed.I have tons of stuff to fill it with. Some cheap play jewelry and some nice stuff. Now I want more to put in it! :) I started going through the various boxes and places where my jewelry had come to rest over the last couple moves. I was excited to get it all in one place and visible so I could use it. However, during some digging, I found some pieces that are best left hidden. Nothing too sentimental, just ugly and out of date. Guess its time to go through and donate some of that stuff! Too bad none of its gold...I could send it to Cash 4 Gold!
Monday, February 9, 2009
Is the washer running?
Yeah, I retracted. So what. I can do that as it is my own blog.
Yesterday I wrote a post about how its nice to have girl friends who are in the same place in life as you are. I went out with a single friend with no kids and its just a different atmosphere than when I go out with my married girl friends who have kids. I love them all dearly, just in different ways.
That was the basis of yesterdays post. Plus something thrown in there about a Sex in the City episode about "The Marrieds." Anyway, the post just left an icky taste in my mouth because I didn't feel it came out correctly.
So I erased it.
In other news...after writing yesterday, I had a small adventure.
Owning a home doesn't sound all that different from renting...until you actually own a home. You live in a home for years with your parents and maybe rent a house...hell even a one bedroom apartment. You've got living without Mom & Dad down. You slowly begin to realize all that small stuff you were sure you knew didn't seem to actually stick with you.
Yesterday, Rob went out to wash the back patio off. All the snow had melted and it was a fairly warm day, but our patio had many remnants of Ellie...who refuses to step foot in the snow. So Rob decided to spray off all the turds and proceeded to go outside and do what he said he was going to do. After about 10 minutes I realized the water sounded funny. It sounded like the washer was filling up.
But wait. I didn't start the washer!
I ran downstairs to investigate and found the pipe to the outside had split open and was showering the Christmas decoration and the rest of the back corner of the basement. So Rob and I spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning up and fixing the pipe. Thank goodness it was a fairly easy fix. And thank goodness his handy uncle lives so close!
Lesson learned: unhook the hose from the spout in the winter.
I vaguely remember hearing this piece of evidence, but apparently it did not stick. However, from now on, I will always make sure the hose is unhooked.
I was just complaining that nothing was happening in my life. I couldn't even drum up enough to write my update for the girls. Guess this was God's way of remedying that! Ha! Be careful of what you ask for!
Yesterday I wrote a post about how its nice to have girl friends who are in the same place in life as you are. I went out with a single friend with no kids and its just a different atmosphere than when I go out with my married girl friends who have kids. I love them all dearly, just in different ways.
That was the basis of yesterdays post. Plus something thrown in there about a Sex in the City episode about "The Marrieds." Anyway, the post just left an icky taste in my mouth because I didn't feel it came out correctly.
So I erased it.
In other news...after writing yesterday, I had a small adventure.
Owning a home doesn't sound all that different from renting...until you actually own a home. You live in a home for years with your parents and maybe rent a house...hell even a one bedroom apartment. You've got living without Mom & Dad down. You slowly begin to realize all that small stuff you were sure you knew didn't seem to actually stick with you.
Yesterday, Rob went out to wash the back patio off. All the snow had melted and it was a fairly warm day, but our patio had many remnants of Ellie...who refuses to step foot in the snow. So Rob decided to spray off all the turds and proceeded to go outside and do what he said he was going to do. After about 10 minutes I realized the water sounded funny. It sounded like the washer was filling up.
But wait. I didn't start the washer!
I ran downstairs to investigate and found the pipe to the outside had split open and was showering the Christmas decoration and the rest of the back corner of the basement. So Rob and I spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning up and fixing the pipe. Thank goodness it was a fairly easy fix. And thank goodness his handy uncle lives so close!
Lesson learned: unhook the hose from the spout in the winter.
I vaguely remember hearing this piece of evidence, but apparently it did not stick. However, from now on, I will always make sure the hose is unhooked.
I was just complaining that nothing was happening in my life. I couldn't even drum up enough to write my update for the girls. Guess this was God's way of remedying that! Ha! Be careful of what you ask for!
Sunday, February 8, 2009
All My Single Ladies
I am retracting this post. I just feel like I wasn't able to say what I meant clearly. Sorry.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Excuse me? When?
I was innocently visiting a few blogs this evening when I came across one titled "Yes, Your Honor..." and about had a heart attack right then and there. It had nothing to do with the actual content of that entry, but with the meaning behind those words.
I had been summoned for jury duty.
I received an envelope in the mail sometime in December, before Christmas, informing me of my upcoming duty (it is a privilege). It was dated for sometime in January, but being that it was before Christmas, I couldn't think much past December 25th, let alone into some random date in January. So it got put in the mail pile to deal with later.
And then that post pulled up that piece of information to the forefront of my mind. Crap! It had either past or was coming up! I had a fit and informed my mother and Rob at the same time that I had jury duty but had no idea when. Rob begins telling me the sheriff will come to the house if I don't show up and my mom says, "you need to go sort this out. Bye." Neither are comforting.
Halfway through the pile (which is embarrassingly larger than necessary) an envelope appears with "IMPORTANT: JURY SUMMONS ENCLOSED." Yeah, I am supposed to report 01/20/09, TOMORROW!
I have a small freak out. I didn't remember this. I didn't tell work I wouldn't be there. I didn't fill out the questionaire about my life and return it in the enclosed envelope within 10 days of receiving it. Whats going to happen to me??
Just go. That's what I was told. Just show up at the courthouse tomorrow and they'll tell you what you need to know.
Oh wait.
When I first read it, I only saw key words like "01/20/09" and "8:30am" and "be there or the sheriff will come after you." Okay, so that isn't verbatim, but its on there. I didn't read the whole paper like it said. An hour after finding out and freaking out, I grabbed the paper to fully read and ingest what was there. So I actually read instead of skim and find out you are supposed to call the weekend before to get details. Thankfully, this has been a holiday weekend, so I can call Monday evening.
Oh, looky there. They don't need the jurors summoned for 01/20/09. Must be a slow court month. Thank goodness.
Oh, but don't be discouraged. Our services will be requested at a later date.
I had been summoned for jury duty.
I received an envelope in the mail sometime in December, before Christmas, informing me of my upcoming duty (it is a privilege). It was dated for sometime in January, but being that it was before Christmas, I couldn't think much past December 25th, let alone into some random date in January. So it got put in the mail pile to deal with later.
And then that post pulled up that piece of information to the forefront of my mind. Crap! It had either past or was coming up! I had a fit and informed my mother and Rob at the same time that I had jury duty but had no idea when. Rob begins telling me the sheriff will come to the house if I don't show up and my mom says, "you need to go sort this out. Bye." Neither are comforting.
Halfway through the pile (which is embarrassingly larger than necessary) an envelope appears with "IMPORTANT: JURY SUMMONS ENCLOSED." Yeah, I am supposed to report 01/20/09, TOMORROW!
I have a small freak out. I didn't remember this. I didn't tell work I wouldn't be there. I didn't fill out the questionaire about my life and return it in the enclosed envelope within 10 days of receiving it. Whats going to happen to me??
Just go. That's what I was told. Just show up at the courthouse tomorrow and they'll tell you what you need to know.
Oh wait.
When I first read it, I only saw key words like "01/20/09" and "8:30am" and "be there or the sheriff will come after you." Okay, so that isn't verbatim, but its on there. I didn't read the whole paper like it said. An hour after finding out and freaking out, I grabbed the paper to fully read and ingest what was there. So I actually read instead of skim and find out you are supposed to call the weekend before to get details. Thankfully, this has been a holiday weekend, so I can call Monday evening.
Oh, looky there. They don't need the jurors summoned for 01/20/09. Must be a slow court month. Thank goodness.
Oh, but don't be discouraged. Our services will be requested at a later date.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
You Think I'm Kidding
I have a new passion.
It is getting THIS job.
Seriously.
Duties include "sampling a new luxury spa treatment" in addition to snorkeling, checking out the surrounding islands, living in a 3 bedroom beach house, etc. And what do you get paid for doing? Basically blogging.
I'm going to live on Hamilton Island for 6 months and I will dutifully report to you each week how AWESOME it is. :)
So watch out. I'm off to start my application!
It is getting THIS job.
Seriously.
Duties include "sampling a new luxury spa treatment" in addition to snorkeling, checking out the surrounding islands, living in a 3 bedroom beach house, etc. And what do you get paid for doing? Basically blogging.
I'm going to live on Hamilton Island for 6 months and I will dutifully report to you each week how AWESOME it is. :)
So watch out. I'm off to start my application!
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Busy Weekend
Ellie was beginning to look like a fuzz ball and the front room was beginning to get to me, so this weekend we remedied that.
We dropped Ellie off at Petsmart for her cut and checked out the surrounding stores since we're not out that way very often. We stopped at Target to look around. At the Hair Cuttery for Rob and then Best Buy for Rob once again (though I can do my fair amount of drooling in there also).
We went home with a clean cut Rob and Ellie (plus a cute little sweater)...
...and a new computer monitor for Rob's computer. Though its more of a GIANT screen!
Once we got home, we realized the current set up was not conducive to this bohemeth screen. The desk it sat on was also atrocious. So we (really I) decided a new desk was in order in a new position so that the computer could also be used as a theater system in addition to Rob's Game Station.
Of course, Rob had to set up his new toy right away. After about 20 minutes of work, he realized that a pixel in the middle of screen was blown. You may scoff at this but once you realize there's a little red dot on the screen, you can't focus on anything else. So back in the box it went.
So this morning, we got up early (with the promise of Dunkin Donuts, anything is possible) and took the monitor back to Best Buy. We also swung by Target and picked up a new desk and a new chair. Of course, they didn't have the same monitor to exchange directly for, so he "had" to upgrade. So now in our front room is a 28" computer monitor on a new desk that is arranged perfectly for us to be able to sit in the comfy IKEA chairs and watch a movie in high definition if it so suits us.
What a weekend. It was just supposed to be the weekend of hair cuts!
We dropped Ellie off at Petsmart for her cut and checked out the surrounding stores since we're not out that way very often. We stopped at Target to look around. At the Hair Cuttery for Rob and then Best Buy for Rob once again (though I can do my fair amount of drooling in there also).
We went home with a clean cut Rob and Ellie (plus a cute little sweater)...
...and a new computer monitor for Rob's computer. Though its more of a GIANT screen!
Once we got home, we realized the current set up was not conducive to this bohemeth screen. The desk it sat on was also atrocious. So we (really I) decided a new desk was in order in a new position so that the computer could also be used as a theater system in addition to Rob's Game Station.
Of course, Rob had to set up his new toy right away. After about 20 minutes of work, he realized that a pixel in the middle of screen was blown. You may scoff at this but once you realize there's a little red dot on the screen, you can't focus on anything else. So back in the box it went.
So this morning, we got up early (with the promise of Dunkin Donuts, anything is possible) and took the monitor back to Best Buy. We also swung by Target and picked up a new desk and a new chair. Of course, they didn't have the same monitor to exchange directly for, so he "had" to upgrade. So now in our front room is a 28" computer monitor on a new desk that is arranged perfectly for us to be able to sit in the comfy IKEA chairs and watch a movie in high definition if it so suits us.
What a weekend. It was just supposed to be the weekend of hair cuts!
Yeah, that good.
It took a bit longer for the girls to get into it. And when they did, it took a while for them to catch on (perhaps the number of drinks consumed at that point had something to do with it).
Yeah, apparently colors pose a threat to the talent.
Yeah, it doesn't get better.
It was a fabulous night! Met some new people. Had a GREAT time! Can't wait to do it again soon!
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