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Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Goodies and Baddies
Well, Chase and I have survived another wedding shower. For whatever reason, this shower stressed me out a week before it happened! I'm not really sure why I got so bent out of shape over it. It's not like I had to do any of the planning or hosting. I just had to show up, smile and open some presents. It's not like the most difficult assignment. And yet I fretted. I even tried not to, but that didn't work either. It built up over the week so much so that the day after the shower, I stayed in bed for most of the day and never left the house once. Ha! I'd been needing a day of rest anyway. And why not take one on a Sunday?
Now that I've had my day of rest, I should be completely re-charged and ready for Thanksgiving in Virginia! Yay! First holiday with future in-laws. Leigh Ann is so excited.
Last week or so ago, I got a message from one of the hosts of the shower. And she told me I needed to register for more stuff at Dillard's and Macy's because most of it had been bought. And these ladies didn't want to shop at Target where the rest of the registered items were. Well, I went online and checked the registries and it seemed like there was still enough of a selection there. So I didn't bother going in.
But it still tugged at me and kept needling me throughout the week. And finally I said, alright! I'll go in and pick out some more stuff! And that will be the end of it!
So I mosey on in to Dillard's and tell the nice lady at the register that I have a registry and need to add some things to it. She says, "Sure. What name is the registry under?" So I tell her, Keen Porter and she knows immediately. Apparently all week long women had been coming in requesting this registry, not finding anything on it and then going over to Macy's. Actually I think there were two things left on it (according to the cashier). One was an electric water boiler that they have out of stock (I told her to order more! I want one!!) and the other was a table cloth. Well, by the time I left, let me tell you, there were quite a few more things on that registry.
I spent an hour walking around with a scanning gun and shooting anything I thought was cool. And of course, something that we would use and appreciate. But the first time, we were much more conservative. This go around, I didn't even look at prices. I said, people know their own price range and I'm just giving people options. We also didn't want to look greedy or anything.... but just by the sheer volume of people we've invited to this wedding, we have to register for a huge amount of stuff so that there are options for all price ranges.
After Dillard's was updated, I walked over to Macy's and had a field day-part 2. It was the same story with the lady in Macy's. Once I said my name she almost shuddered and said she was glad to see me. I needed to add more stuff. All these ladies that came in didn't have enough selection. So I took the scanner gun, said a little prayer and started shooting.
They had some holiday stuff out this time, but I didn't really go for any of it. I tend to shy away from seasonal stuff that I can only use once a year! I find that wasteful. Cute stuff, but wasteful. What's the point of a dish you can use once a year? I want a dish I can pull out at any time of the year to celebrate anything I want! Call me crazy, but I find that much more palatable.
And apparently Macy's has a Martha Stewart infection of some sort because her name was on 55% of their merchandise. And she really likes pastel blue. But she did have this amazing rolling pin that I just had to have. So I registered for it. I mean, it's so awesome, I could probably pick a stick up of the ground and make one just like it. But of course, they call it a 'french' rolling pin, so all the mystique and allure combined with the simple nature of it makes me want it desperately.
I've already received the Martha Stewart Bible (I'm not kidding, I think it's twice as big as the Bible too... this thing's a monster), so now I need her accouterments. I'm sure all of her recipes call for these strange gadgits and gizmos that you can only get at the Martha Stewart infection site in Macy's. Honestly, I haven't even looked inside the Martha Stewart Bible. I'm scared she's going to start yelling at me for adding the laundry detergent to the clothes after the water has started to run in the washer. Or to use lemon juice from the bottle is an abomination. And why didn't I make that cake from scratch? Only cakes made from scratch say I love you. The rest say "store bought!" That Martha, She's a hard one to live with.
Now that I've had my day of rest, I should be completely re-charged and ready for Thanksgiving in Virginia! Yay! First holiday with future in-laws. Leigh Ann is so excited.
Last week or so ago, I got a message from one of the hosts of the shower. And she told me I needed to register for more stuff at Dillard's and Macy's because most of it had been bought. And these ladies didn't want to shop at Target where the rest of the registered items were. Well, I went online and checked the registries and it seemed like there was still enough of a selection there. So I didn't bother going in.
But it still tugged at me and kept needling me throughout the week. And finally I said, alright! I'll go in and pick out some more stuff! And that will be the end of it!
So I mosey on in to Dillard's and tell the nice lady at the register that I have a registry and need to add some things to it. She says, "Sure. What name is the registry under?" So I tell her, Keen Porter and she knows immediately. Apparently all week long women had been coming in requesting this registry, not finding anything on it and then going over to Macy's. Actually I think there were two things left on it (according to the cashier). One was an electric water boiler that they have out of stock (I told her to order more! I want one!!) and the other was a table cloth. Well, by the time I left, let me tell you, there were quite a few more things on that registry.
I spent an hour walking around with a scanning gun and shooting anything I thought was cool. And of course, something that we would use and appreciate. But the first time, we were much more conservative. This go around, I didn't even look at prices. I said, people know their own price range and I'm just giving people options. We also didn't want to look greedy or anything.... but just by the sheer volume of people we've invited to this wedding, we have to register for a huge amount of stuff so that there are options for all price ranges.
After Dillard's was updated, I walked over to Macy's and had a field day-part 2. It was the same story with the lady in Macy's. Once I said my name she almost shuddered and said she was glad to see me. I needed to add more stuff. All these ladies that came in didn't have enough selection. So I took the scanner gun, said a little prayer and started shooting.
They had some holiday stuff out this time, but I didn't really go for any of it. I tend to shy away from seasonal stuff that I can only use once a year! I find that wasteful. Cute stuff, but wasteful. What's the point of a dish you can use once a year? I want a dish I can pull out at any time of the year to celebrate anything I want! Call me crazy, but I find that much more palatable.
And apparently Macy's has a Martha Stewart infection of some sort because her name was on 55% of their merchandise. And she really likes pastel blue. But she did have this amazing rolling pin that I just had to have. So I registered for it. I mean, it's so awesome, I could probably pick a stick up of the ground and make one just like it. But of course, they call it a 'french' rolling pin, so all the mystique and allure combined with the simple nature of it makes me want it desperately.
I've already received the Martha Stewart Bible (I'm not kidding, I think it's twice as big as the Bible too... this thing's a monster), so now I need her accouterments. I'm sure all of her recipes call for these strange gadgits and gizmos that you can only get at the Martha Stewart infection site in Macy's. Honestly, I haven't even looked inside the Martha Stewart Bible. I'm scared she's going to start yelling at me for adding the laundry detergent to the clothes after the water has started to run in the washer. Or to use lemon juice from the bottle is an abomination. And why didn't I make that cake from scratch? Only cakes made from scratch say I love you. The rest say "store bought!" That Martha, She's a hard one to live with.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Pressies and such
I love it how my blog suffers because I have to post for "our" blog that no one reads. Well, it's not like this blog has a huge following.... but it's more of an ownership thing. Chase commented today that he's sorry he hasn't posted more on our joint blog because he tries to keep the content of his job blog current and updated. Which I understand. Because we really need him to find a job so we know where we will end up after January 2nd. So it's not like I can complain about a thing like that. But, apparently I am.
We just had a wedding shower yesterday that was AWESOME. It was by the ladies of our church and they were so wonderful and so generous and we all just had a great time. Although, I don't think anyone had a better time that me. You know I love to open a present. I don't even care if it's for me. I just like opening presents. It is better when it's for me. That does sweeten the deal a bit. But there's something about wrapping paper that makes me want to rip into it!
And they baked all kinds of delicious cakes. It was a sweet event, all around.
And if I may boast, Chase and I completed all the thank-you notes the next day. It was a tour de force, and we knocked it out of the park. I'm pretty proud of us for getting that done and not letting it go too long or get overwhelming when the next shower rolls around and we still haven't finished the thank-yous from this shower! I wasn't going to let that get me stressed out. So we hunkered down and went to work!
We just had a wedding shower yesterday that was AWESOME. It was by the ladies of our church and they were so wonderful and so generous and we all just had a great time. Although, I don't think anyone had a better time that me. You know I love to open a present. I don't even care if it's for me. I just like opening presents. It is better when it's for me. That does sweeten the deal a bit. But there's something about wrapping paper that makes me want to rip into it!
And they baked all kinds of delicious cakes. It was a sweet event, all around.
And if I may boast, Chase and I completed all the thank-you notes the next day. It was a tour de force, and we knocked it out of the park. I'm pretty proud of us for getting that done and not letting it go too long or get overwhelming when the next shower rolls around and we still haven't finished the thank-yous from this shower! I wasn't going to let that get me stressed out. So we hunkered down and went to work!
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Pain meds? Big let down.
I finally had my three wisdom teeth taken out. Or sawed in half and jerked out, I should say. I mean, I don't know if that's exactly what happened because I was in laughing gas land where nothing gets through but everything is funny. I'm still amazed that I was genuinely surprised when I started laughing for no reason and said "so that's why they call it laughing gas". Uh.... good call, there chief. But in my defense, I was drugged at the time. And it's usually the blatantly obvious things that become crystal clear during those times. You know, those truths that are right there, under your nose.
My favorite part was when they strap that laughing gas pump thingy over my mouth and nose, tell me to breath deeply and then want to have a conversation with me. First off, I don't know if you've noticed, but there is thing covering my mouth.... and second, I am quickly slipping down that slippery slope of drugs that makes everything on the outside speed up but everything on the inside slow way down. So, it seems like the doctor is talking like super-duper fast and I'm responding like "yyyyyeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhhhhh, ttttttthhhhhhhatttttt'sssss goooooooooddddd"
And then.... suddenly, the absence of anything is funny. Like, the funniest durn thing. And it makes me laugh. And I know that nothing is funny and it sure is odd for me to start laughing at nothing. And I try to stop and hold it in, but that doesn't work and I bust out laughing even louder than before. So even though I'm all drugged out, I at least know that laughing at nothing is strange behavior. But I can't stop. The nurse goes 'you can't hold it in. It just doesn't work'. So I let it all out. And the other nurse goes "she's even making me laugh" and I felt a slight ping of success.
And then I remember nothing, like not even time passing and then I'm back. And they want me to get up and walk. And I'm like, yeah. Fat chance. So she takes me out the back where Chase is waiting with the car. I try to make a joke and ask if this is the "druggie exit". I don't think she got it.
I spent the rest of the day taking oxycodone every four hours and replacing bloody gauze pads in my mouth. It was not magical. I had a horrible headache that I later discovered was courtesy of the so called "pain meds". Thank goodness Chase was there to nurse me back to health. He fed me purreed potato soup that my mother made for me. So sweet! What a love fest!
So I found out that when my mouth started to hurt and I took the oxycodone, I soon got a horrible headache that made me dizzy and woozy. I couldn't stand or sit up. But my mouth stopped hurting! Because the rest of my head hurt so much! I was like, this is crap! I thought this stuff was the shizz! I was sorely disappointed in the pain meds. I wondered how anyone could get addicted to this stuff when it makes you feel worse than before you took it! So I ended up with a catch 22. Take the meds and feel awful. Or don't take the meds and suffer the constant, dull ache in the back of your jaw. Awesome.
A few days later, the stitches started to open up and I looked in and there was this gaping hole in my mouth! I was like, eh? Is that normal? I don't think so. So I stressed the rest of the weekend over it and then called the teeth extraction place on Monday. Turns out, apparently it is normal. I am now the owner of three gaping holes in my mouth. How strange.
It's now been nearly two weeks since that fateful day when they came in and tore out three of my teeth. And it still hurts! Geezeeee. What's the deal with that? I have another pain med prescription, but I don't really want it if it's going to make me feel worse! I don't think that's the point of the medication. But whatever.
My wisdom teeth are finally gone and I'm still waiting on my insurance to reimburse me for their part. I feel that I might be waiting a while....
My favorite part was when they strap that laughing gas pump thingy over my mouth and nose, tell me to breath deeply and then want to have a conversation with me. First off, I don't know if you've noticed, but there is thing covering my mouth.... and second, I am quickly slipping down that slippery slope of drugs that makes everything on the outside speed up but everything on the inside slow way down. So, it seems like the doctor is talking like super-duper fast and I'm responding like "yyyyyeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhhhhh, ttttttthhhhhhhatttttt'sssss goooooooooddddd"
And then.... suddenly, the absence of anything is funny. Like, the funniest durn thing. And it makes me laugh. And I know that nothing is funny and it sure is odd for me to start laughing at nothing. And I try to stop and hold it in, but that doesn't work and I bust out laughing even louder than before. So even though I'm all drugged out, I at least know that laughing at nothing is strange behavior. But I can't stop. The nurse goes 'you can't hold it in. It just doesn't work'. So I let it all out. And the other nurse goes "she's even making me laugh" and I felt a slight ping of success.
And then I remember nothing, like not even time passing and then I'm back. And they want me to get up and walk. And I'm like, yeah. Fat chance. So she takes me out the back where Chase is waiting with the car. I try to make a joke and ask if this is the "druggie exit". I don't think she got it.
I spent the rest of the day taking oxycodone every four hours and replacing bloody gauze pads in my mouth. It was not magical. I had a horrible headache that I later discovered was courtesy of the so called "pain meds". Thank goodness Chase was there to nurse me back to health. He fed me purreed potato soup that my mother made for me. So sweet! What a love fest!
So I found out that when my mouth started to hurt and I took the oxycodone, I soon got a horrible headache that made me dizzy and woozy. I couldn't stand or sit up. But my mouth stopped hurting! Because the rest of my head hurt so much! I was like, this is crap! I thought this stuff was the shizz! I was sorely disappointed in the pain meds. I wondered how anyone could get addicted to this stuff when it makes you feel worse than before you took it! So I ended up with a catch 22. Take the meds and feel awful. Or don't take the meds and suffer the constant, dull ache in the back of your jaw. Awesome.
A few days later, the stitches started to open up and I looked in and there was this gaping hole in my mouth! I was like, eh? Is that normal? I don't think so. So I stressed the rest of the weekend over it and then called the teeth extraction place on Monday. Turns out, apparently it is normal. I am now the owner of three gaping holes in my mouth. How strange.
It's now been nearly two weeks since that fateful day when they came in and tore out three of my teeth. And it still hurts! Geezeeee. What's the deal with that? I have another pain med prescription, but I don't really want it if it's going to make me feel worse! I don't think that's the point of the medication. But whatever.
My wisdom teeth are finally gone and I'm still waiting on my insurance to reimburse me for their part. I feel that I might be waiting a while....
Thursday, October 8, 2009
observation time
New post, new post, it's new post time!
I should have a jingle. A little widdle jingle to play at the start of this post that goes: "new post, new post, it'sssssssss NEW POST TIME!" yeeeeaaaahhhh. All razza-ma-tazzy style. Think radio commercial jingle mixed with David Letterman's band flair. And I mean FLAIR.
It's only 9:56pm and I am already ready for a goooood night's sleep. So ready. But I'm forcing myself to stay up a little longer so I don't wake up too early. And then I think, what's wrong with that? I usually have to cut essential elements of my morning routine out, just to make it to work on time. And by essential I don't mean a shower. I will shower before I leave this house. I just may not wash my hair. Or if I do, I may not brush it. This is where I get man-envy. Who is to know if they ever wash or brush that little tuff of hair up there? It's so short, it'll never get tangled. I'm just waiting for the day when Chase complains about his hair and then I'll let him have it. But he probably never will because there is nothing to complain about!
Observation: Rosie likes to think she can jump on my bed when she thinks no one is paying any attention. Truth: Someone is always watching that sneaky dog.
Observation: Eating snacks throughout the day keeps my energy up and a smile on my face. Truth: I feel guilty for eating all the time and get paranoid about becoming rotund.
Observation: (& Irony) My spelling has vastly deteriorated since I began working at a BOOKSTORE. Truth (& Irony): It probably has a lot to do with the fact that I barely read anything but the comics and Zings.
Observation: My mother despises eating in bed. Truth: I like it because the crumbs bother me and make me change the sheets. I usually need a good amount of instigation to clean something.
Observation: I like how my job keeps me moving all day long and I don't sit at a desk all day long. Truth: I miss being outdoors. My legs are so pale, they match Chase's.
Observation: Broccoli is NOT okay the second time 'round. (that's an observation and a truth)
Observation: I relish in my guilty pleasures. Truth: Shouldn't you?
I should have a jingle. A little widdle jingle to play at the start of this post that goes: "new post, new post, it'sssssssss NEW POST TIME!" yeeeeaaaahhhh. All razza-ma-tazzy style. Think radio commercial jingle mixed with David Letterman's band flair. And I mean FLAIR.
It's only 9:56pm and I am already ready for a goooood night's sleep. So ready. But I'm forcing myself to stay up a little longer so I don't wake up too early. And then I think, what's wrong with that? I usually have to cut essential elements of my morning routine out, just to make it to work on time. And by essential I don't mean a shower. I will shower before I leave this house. I just may not wash my hair. Or if I do, I may not brush it. This is where I get man-envy. Who is to know if they ever wash or brush that little tuff of hair up there? It's so short, it'll never get tangled. I'm just waiting for the day when Chase complains about his hair and then I'll let him have it. But he probably never will because there is nothing to complain about!
Observation: Rosie likes to think she can jump on my bed when she thinks no one is paying any attention. Truth: Someone is always watching that sneaky dog.
Observation: Eating snacks throughout the day keeps my energy up and a smile on my face. Truth: I feel guilty for eating all the time and get paranoid about becoming rotund.
Observation: (& Irony) My spelling has vastly deteriorated since I began working at a BOOKSTORE. Truth (& Irony): It probably has a lot to do with the fact that I barely read anything but the comics and Zings.
Observation: My mother despises eating in bed. Truth: I like it because the crumbs bother me and make me change the sheets. I usually need a good amount of instigation to clean something.
Observation: I like how my job keeps me moving all day long and I don't sit at a desk all day long. Truth: I miss being outdoors. My legs are so pale, they match Chase's.
Observation: Broccoli is NOT okay the second time 'round. (that's an observation and a truth)
Observation: I relish in my guilty pleasures. Truth: Shouldn't you?
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Too much television
I've been watching waaaaaaaaay too much tv.
I admit. I have a few stories I like to follow. You know I'm a sucker for a good tale. This current addiction is all Chase's fault! But of course, we all make choices. And I choose Mad Men! Holy cheese, it's so engrossing. My mother watched an episode and called it a 'nighttime soap opera'. I said, aren't they all?
First off, I love how I feel like I've fallen head first into a time warp where women wore gloves and hats and housewives wore heels around the house. Half of my fascination is watching how people behaved in the 1960s. The other half is watching how people dressed. Ha! It seems that women spent a LOT more time and effort on their appearance back then. Did they get up at 4 am to style their hair? I'm lucky if I brush my hair before I'm out the door to work.
So I suppose my two favorite things about Mad Men is watching how people behaved and how they dressed. I also enjoy the advertising side of the show. Manipulating consumers to want a specific thing is useful. I like following how they sell ideas to the clients to sell products to consumers. It makes me get all philosophical and think "isn't every aspect of our life some sort of sales pitch?" And then I think....
I've been watching waaaaaaaaay too much tv.
I admit. I have a few stories I like to follow. You know I'm a sucker for a good tale. This current addiction is all Chase's fault! But of course, we all make choices. And I choose Mad Men! Holy cheese, it's so engrossing. My mother watched an episode and called it a 'nighttime soap opera'. I said, aren't they all?
First off, I love how I feel like I've fallen head first into a time warp where women wore gloves and hats and housewives wore heels around the house. Half of my fascination is watching how people behaved in the 1960s. The other half is watching how people dressed. Ha! It seems that women spent a LOT more time and effort on their appearance back then. Did they get up at 4 am to style their hair? I'm lucky if I brush my hair before I'm out the door to work.
So I suppose my two favorite things about Mad Men is watching how people behaved and how they dressed. I also enjoy the advertising side of the show. Manipulating consumers to want a specific thing is useful. I like following how they sell ideas to the clients to sell products to consumers. It makes me get all philosophical and think "isn't every aspect of our life some sort of sales pitch?" And then I think....
I've been watching waaaaaaaaay too much tv.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
The proudest moment
This is why I voted for Barak Obama. See, I knew he was a man who would tell it like it is.
"The young lady seems like a perfectly nice person, she's getting her award, what's he doing up there? He's a jackass."
When the president of the United States calls you a jackass, I'm betting the rest of the country already thinks you are one! Preach it, Brother Obama.
"The young lady seems like a perfectly nice person, she's getting her award, what's he doing up there? He's a jackass."
When the president of the United States calls you a jackass, I'm betting the rest of the country already thinks you are one! Preach it, Brother Obama.
The shocking truth
Earlier I blogged about the wicked "new moon" poster hidden in my room (I usually keep that pocket door shut away so no one can see it)... but I thought picture proof was in order. So folks, feast your eyes.
I mean, is that not too much? I get a kick out of it every time I see it. It's especially scandalous when we have folks over for dinner and the like and I wonder if they catch a glimpse of it, will they understand the back story or think I'm a ... sort of girlie who actually would wear a shirt with "team Edward" on it. Hmmm.... I'd wear one that said "TEAM CHASE!" In a heart beat!
I mean, is that not too much? I get a kick out of it every time I see it. It's especially scandalous when we have folks over for dinner and the like and I wonder if they catch a glimpse of it, will they understand the back story or think I'm a ... sort of girlie who actually would wear a shirt with "team Edward" on it. Hmmm.... I'd wear one that said "TEAM CHASE!" In a heart beat!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Chase's presents
Whenever I blog, I seem to complain or brag about something in a vain effort to instill jealousy in my 3 readers. And this post will be no different. I can't think of anything to complain about right off the bat. Or at least anything I haven't already complained about... but I do have some new stuff to brag about.
Chase got the 2G ram-a-dam-a thingy installed on my laptop and now it's faster than lightning and I have to politely ask it to slow down so I can catch up. I like to test it and try to overwork it. So far I'm failing. Which is awesome!
Also, Chase got me a present a while ago. I was like "whaaaaaa??!!! a pressie?!! For me?!?! Okay!" So, obviously, I want to know where it is. And he says it's over there on the door. I look, there's nothing over there! Suddenly, I don't like this game. Where's my stinkin' present?! Precious time is slipping by and I still don't have the pressie!! What's the deal here?
So I give Chase the eyeball.... and he says, you have to pull out the door... and I said, well, you could have specified which DOOR! There are a total of three doors right next to each other in my room. The closet door, the bathroom door and the bedroom door. The closet and bathroom doors are pocket doors that slide into the wall. So I pull the bathroom door closed and Chase has taped a poster to it! Cool... this could be fun. And as soon as I see the poster in it's glorious totality, I start spaz laughing. It's like a sputtering of laughs and shocked gasps. Truly ladylike indeed.
The poster is of the one and only "New Moon" It's a movie sequel coming out this month of Stephanie Meyer's books... you know, that trashy vampire series that's started this craze for all things ghoulish for the past year or two. It's incredibly embarrassing that I even read the books. But I did. And I enjoyed it very much. Not because it was good literature but because it was fantastic mindless entertainment. And the first movie was shockingly sappy, which was true to the book.
So Chase finds this poster in a shopping cart outside of a store and absent-mindedly puts it in his car as trash without looking at it. He gets home and is taking the stuff out of his car and looks at it. And thinks of me... He thinks of me because....
I confessed my guilty pleasure of the Twilight series to him. I'd seen a preview for this sequel coming out and it looked good. Like, actually good. Not sappy and mopey and all teenage angsty. But like, something I'd be interested in seeing without having read the books. Well, Chase thinks this is hilarious... and then he finds this poster. So he thinks he's making all these dreams of mine come true when he puts this poster up on my door.
I was slightly horrified to see the poster on my door, but at the same time, I love it. Not for the movie but because Chase is making fun of me. I love it because Chase can tease me and poke fun at me without being sarcastic, mean or play on my insecurities. I suppose I could be insecure about liking things like the Twilight series.... But the more I'm with Chase, the less insecure I am about things. I become more and more secure in myself. I guess it helps he'll always be more dorky than me. It's just his nature.
He also found me a cool case for my beads at "goodcents" for a quarter! That man is AWESOME.
Chase got the 2G ram-a-dam-a thingy installed on my laptop and now it's faster than lightning and I have to politely ask it to slow down so I can catch up. I like to test it and try to overwork it. So far I'm failing. Which is awesome!
Also, Chase got me a present a while ago. I was like "whaaaaaa??!!! a pressie?!! For me?!?! Okay!" So, obviously, I want to know where it is. And he says it's over there on the door. I look, there's nothing over there! Suddenly, I don't like this game. Where's my stinkin' present?! Precious time is slipping by and I still don't have the pressie!! What's the deal here?
So I give Chase the eyeball.... and he says, you have to pull out the door... and I said, well, you could have specified which DOOR! There are a total of three doors right next to each other in my room. The closet door, the bathroom door and the bedroom door. The closet and bathroom doors are pocket doors that slide into the wall. So I pull the bathroom door closed and Chase has taped a poster to it! Cool... this could be fun. And as soon as I see the poster in it's glorious totality, I start spaz laughing. It's like a sputtering of laughs and shocked gasps. Truly ladylike indeed.
The poster is of the one and only "New Moon" It's a movie sequel coming out this month of Stephanie Meyer's books... you know, that trashy vampire series that's started this craze for all things ghoulish for the past year or two. It's incredibly embarrassing that I even read the books. But I did. And I enjoyed it very much. Not because it was good literature but because it was fantastic mindless entertainment. And the first movie was shockingly sappy, which was true to the book.
So Chase finds this poster in a shopping cart outside of a store and absent-mindedly puts it in his car as trash without looking at it. He gets home and is taking the stuff out of his car and looks at it. And thinks of me... He thinks of me because....
I confessed my guilty pleasure of the Twilight series to him. I'd seen a preview for this sequel coming out and it looked good. Like, actually good. Not sappy and mopey and all teenage angsty. But like, something I'd be interested in seeing without having read the books. Well, Chase thinks this is hilarious... and then he finds this poster. So he thinks he's making all these dreams of mine come true when he puts this poster up on my door.
I was slightly horrified to see the poster on my door, but at the same time, I love it. Not for the movie but because Chase is making fun of me. I love it because Chase can tease me and poke fun at me without being sarcastic, mean or play on my insecurities. I suppose I could be insecure about liking things like the Twilight series.... But the more I'm with Chase, the less insecure I am about things. I become more and more secure in myself. I guess it helps he'll always be more dorky than me. It's just his nature.
He also found me a cool case for my beads at "goodcents" for a quarter! That man is AWESOME.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Chase Porter, my red headed hero
I'm marrying the most wonderful man on the face of the planet. And many of you already know this, especially if you know Chase. It's pretty much already been recorded in the book of something official for all posterity to see.
But I know his wonderfulness especially today because he just fixed an annoying habit (of late) of my computer to do this weird "disc scan" thingy when I turn my laptop on. I rarely turn it all the way off, but put it in sleep mode or it's equivalent. I do this so that when I lift the lid, it pops awake and lets me get to work and there is no wait. Because I hate waiting. I mean, all this newfangled technology is mean to go at the speed of light, right?! Well, that's what I expect. And nothing less.
So Chase has often heard me complain about my retarded computer being sooooo slllllooooowwwww. I tend to blame it on him because he downloaded anti-spy ware and all this other helpful stuff on my computer that RUNS tests while I'm working!! And it slows my computer down. Therefore nixing out any helpful components what-so-ever.
Well, I get home from work today and Chase says.... "I'm working on fixing your computer, it's almost done (it's done now and all better) and guess what? I ordered you something online today." Well.... if you know Chase, you know that he's wonderful. If you know me, you know I love a PRESENT! So my pupils are all dialated, my heart is racing, a slight smudge of froth has appeared at the corner of my mouth, and I wheeze out... "well?! What is IT?!" And Chase the Wonderful replies "well, you know if it's from me, it's practical." And I gush "Jewelry is practical. VERY practical." Then Chase confesses "I ordered an upgrade of 2G ram for your laptop."
And ladies and gentlemen, I nearly exploded. Like, all over the room. Shards of Leigh Ann stuck in the ceiling, plastered on the wall, oozing down the windows.... it could have been incredible. But I remembered to breathe, and promptly squeeled, "Chase Porter, you are the most wonderful man in the world!! I love you, I love you, I love you!!!"
I mean, what could be more perfect for an impatient girl like me?! A 2G ram upgrade. You know what I have now? No wait, I can't tell you, it's too embarrassing. . . . . . okay, I will! 512mb. Oh the shame! The horror! And my Most Wonderful Man of All Time is fixing it for me. Sigh. Can we move the wedding date up, to like, tomorrow? I need to get this man on lock down. NOW. I can't be leaving it up to the wiles of fate for the next 131 days. I need to get a ring on that man's finger pronto. ;-)
But I know his wonderfulness especially today because he just fixed an annoying habit (of late) of my computer to do this weird "disc scan" thingy when I turn my laptop on. I rarely turn it all the way off, but put it in sleep mode or it's equivalent. I do this so that when I lift the lid, it pops awake and lets me get to work and there is no wait. Because I hate waiting. I mean, all this newfangled technology is mean to go at the speed of light, right?! Well, that's what I expect. And nothing less.
So Chase has often heard me complain about my retarded computer being sooooo slllllooooowwwww. I tend to blame it on him because he downloaded anti-spy ware and all this other helpful stuff on my computer that RUNS tests while I'm working!! And it slows my computer down. Therefore nixing out any helpful components what-so-ever.
Well, I get home from work today and Chase says.... "I'm working on fixing your computer, it's almost done (it's done now and all better) and guess what? I ordered you something online today." Well.... if you know Chase, you know that he's wonderful. If you know me, you know I love a PRESENT! So my pupils are all dialated, my heart is racing, a slight smudge of froth has appeared at the corner of my mouth, and I wheeze out... "well?! What is IT?!" And Chase the Wonderful replies "well, you know if it's from me, it's practical." And I gush "Jewelry is practical. VERY practical." Then Chase confesses "I ordered an upgrade of 2G ram for your laptop."
And ladies and gentlemen, I nearly exploded. Like, all over the room. Shards of Leigh Ann stuck in the ceiling, plastered on the wall, oozing down the windows.... it could have been incredible. But I remembered to breathe, and promptly squeeled, "Chase Porter, you are the most wonderful man in the world!! I love you, I love you, I love you!!!"
I mean, what could be more perfect for an impatient girl like me?! A 2G ram upgrade. You know what I have now? No wait, I can't tell you, it's too embarrassing. . . . . . okay, I will! 512mb. Oh the shame! The horror! And my Most Wonderful Man of All Time is fixing it for me. Sigh. Can we move the wedding date up, to like, tomorrow? I need to get this man on lock down. NOW. I can't be leaving it up to the wiles of fate for the next 131 days. I need to get a ring on that man's finger pronto. ;-)
Monday, August 24, 2009
First Fruits of our Labor
We just launched our wedding website and I love it. I think it's so much fun! Of course, the back story is so much more interesting than the end result.... which is why I'm about to divulge.
I get this phone call while I'm out with Khalyn one day. And it just so happens to be Chase on the line. He'd just recently purchased a domain name for $10 a year to create a website to attract employers and showcase some of his work. The best part is the name he chose - http://hirethatredhead.com - 'hire that red head'.
So he called me that fateful day to ask if I wanted him to buy another domain name to host a wedding website. I wasn't interested. I'd fooled around with some free websites for a possible wedding deal and didn't like what was there and just canned the idea all together. So when Chase calls about actually spending money on this thing, I was like naaaaah. But he was like, oh come on, Leigh Ann. And I was like, well... if its something you want to do, then do it. I just want no part of it.
A few days later, Chase says to me, "hey Leigh Ann, come look at what I've got going so far for the wedding website." And I mosey on over to take a gander... and he's created an entire website with all kinds of different pages for RSPVing, 'our story', maps and directions, and other fun, useful stuff. And I was impressed! He had everything there.... but the eye candy. That's right, folks... pictures. :-) I mean, I'm all about some illustration. ABCs are fine, but you know what they say about a picture. You could save yourself a lot of time typing out those thousand words if you'd just post a picture!
So I knew what I had to do. Sitting beside Chase on our love seat (that reclines!), with our laptops cradled in our lap, I went to work. On each page, I inserted a picture of us taken during a different trip or activity. And I really liked it. Then I created a whole new page of just pictures of us and family. And I really liked it. Then, when we were finished, the website was posted for public consumption and the address shared on facebook. And I really liked it.
I'm thinking about future pages that I might add to the website about up-dates and more pictures of some of the showers and wedding-type stuff. But for now, the website is done and up there for the world to see. And I love it! Mostly because Chase did such a great job on it and all I did was make it pretty. Not saying it was ugly before.... but it was plain. ;-) And now it's decorated....
So go check it out if you want to... http://www.chaseandleighann.com/ and enjoy the fruits of our labor!
I get this phone call while I'm out with Khalyn one day. And it just so happens to be Chase on the line. He'd just recently purchased a domain name for $10 a year to create a website to attract employers and showcase some of his work. The best part is the name he chose - http://hirethatredhead.com - 'hire that red head'.
So he called me that fateful day to ask if I wanted him to buy another domain name to host a wedding website. I wasn't interested. I'd fooled around with some free websites for a possible wedding deal and didn't like what was there and just canned the idea all together. So when Chase calls about actually spending money on this thing, I was like naaaaah. But he was like, oh come on, Leigh Ann. And I was like, well... if its something you want to do, then do it. I just want no part of it.
A few days later, Chase says to me, "hey Leigh Ann, come look at what I've got going so far for the wedding website." And I mosey on over to take a gander... and he's created an entire website with all kinds of different pages for RSPVing, 'our story', maps and directions, and other fun, useful stuff. And I was impressed! He had everything there.... but the eye candy. That's right, folks... pictures. :-) I mean, I'm all about some illustration. ABCs are fine, but you know what they say about a picture. You could save yourself a lot of time typing out those thousand words if you'd just post a picture!
So I knew what I had to do. Sitting beside Chase on our love seat (that reclines!), with our laptops cradled in our lap, I went to work. On each page, I inserted a picture of us taken during a different trip or activity. And I really liked it. Then I created a whole new page of just pictures of us and family. And I really liked it. Then, when we were finished, the website was posted for public consumption and the address shared on facebook. And I really liked it.
I'm thinking about future pages that I might add to the website about up-dates and more pictures of some of the showers and wedding-type stuff. But for now, the website is done and up there for the world to see. And I love it! Mostly because Chase did such a great job on it and all I did was make it pretty. Not saying it was ugly before.... but it was plain. ;-) And now it's decorated....
So go check it out if you want to... http://www.chaseandleighann.com/ and enjoy the fruits of our labor!
Thursday, August 13, 2009
The employable hippie finds a dress
So, updates are to be had. I don't feel like bitching anymore. Thank goodness. I really don't think anyone enjoys being in that frame of mind.
I did find a wedding dress in Gainsville. Three states later... I find my dress. Six or whatever gown shops later.... I find my dress. $2,000 tease later... I find my dress.
And it was my mother who did cartwheels in the parking lot. I was kinda like, eh. whatever. We got the dress, what's next. It seems like there's this never ending list of tasks droning on and on in front of me. The most depressing thing is how much everything costs. My dress was $250 MORE because it was being "custom" altered and "rushed". With five months to go, it needed rushing. Gag me.
Now I'm getting reports from Chase about the cost of a DJ being in the $800-$950 range. I'm like WHAT?! Obviously whatever direction my life is taking is the wrong one and I need to be in the wedding business. Just take a number, any number and double it. Then reverse it and triple it. That's how much you'll sell whatever it is you do in weddings to each customer. Then, for the really stressed-out looking ones, you'll take 25% off, multiply it by 6, and add a dollar to it. Tell them you're giving them a "deal."
We should have just eloped.
Hey, wait a minute, I thought this post was going to be fun, up-beat and gushing about progress and rah-rahs, yay-yays. This has been all too similar to moaning and whining.
So, on the plus side, I went to a manager's meeting at Goodwill HQ (gasp, how exciting), and I was LATE! (gasp, how mortifying). And I learned how to make reports on the computer. It is rather informative... but how will this make me a better person?
Speaking of being a better person. A customer (whom I am not very fond of to begin with) called me a "snob" and "the cold sholder." Probably because I do ignore his lame attempts at flirting and I called lower Gaines street the dirty hippie side of FSU. He did agree that it is the dirty hippie side of FSU, but said that I was a snob and that he knew it.
I disagree that I am a snob. I am distant. I am not a snob. Although Khalyn will tell you otherwise and she's pretty on-the-spot when it comes to me.... so maybe I am. But I will never admit it. Besides, I like hippies. I wear all-natural deodorant and sometimes, I don't wash my hair everyday. I do shower, everyday. But I kinda need to, because I work with customers, and stinking is just not okay. Plus, I love the earth and recycling and growing lavender and world peace. What's not more hippie-like than peace?! Geez. I'm an employable-hippie. That's what I am. Enough of a traitor to the cause to fit in and get a job in "the man"s world and still stay true to my all-natural, never tested on animals deodorant.
Well, that's all from this employable hippie. Chase and I just watched "Julie and Julia" and LOVED IT! That Meryl. She's a real gem. HOLY CHEESE! Is it 12:34 am already?!? This cowgirl is going to bed.
Peace.
I did find a wedding dress in Gainsville. Three states later... I find my dress. Six or whatever gown shops later.... I find my dress. $2,000 tease later... I find my dress.
And it was my mother who did cartwheels in the parking lot. I was kinda like, eh. whatever. We got the dress, what's next. It seems like there's this never ending list of tasks droning on and on in front of me. The most depressing thing is how much everything costs. My dress was $250 MORE because it was being "custom" altered and "rushed". With five months to go, it needed rushing. Gag me.
Now I'm getting reports from Chase about the cost of a DJ being in the $800-$950 range. I'm like WHAT?! Obviously whatever direction my life is taking is the wrong one and I need to be in the wedding business. Just take a number, any number and double it. Then reverse it and triple it. That's how much you'll sell whatever it is you do in weddings to each customer. Then, for the really stressed-out looking ones, you'll take 25% off, multiply it by 6, and add a dollar to it. Tell them you're giving them a "deal."
We should have just eloped.
Hey, wait a minute, I thought this post was going to be fun, up-beat and gushing about progress and rah-rahs, yay-yays. This has been all too similar to moaning and whining.
So, on the plus side, I went to a manager's meeting at Goodwill HQ (gasp, how exciting), and I was LATE! (gasp, how mortifying). And I learned how to make reports on the computer. It is rather informative... but how will this make me a better person?
Speaking of being a better person. A customer (whom I am not very fond of to begin with) called me a "snob" and "the cold sholder." Probably because I do ignore his lame attempts at flirting and I called lower Gaines street the dirty hippie side of FSU. He did agree that it is the dirty hippie side of FSU, but said that I was a snob and that he knew it.
I disagree that I am a snob. I am distant. I am not a snob. Although Khalyn will tell you otherwise and she's pretty on-the-spot when it comes to me.... so maybe I am. But I will never admit it. Besides, I like hippies. I wear all-natural deodorant and sometimes, I don't wash my hair everyday. I do shower, everyday. But I kinda need to, because I work with customers, and stinking is just not okay. Plus, I love the earth and recycling and growing lavender and world peace. What's not more hippie-like than peace?! Geez. I'm an employable-hippie. That's what I am. Enough of a traitor to the cause to fit in and get a job in "the man"s world and still stay true to my all-natural, never tested on animals deodorant.
Well, that's all from this employable hippie. Chase and I just watched "Julie and Julia" and LOVED IT! That Meryl. She's a real gem. HOLY CHEESE! Is it 12:34 am already?!? This cowgirl is going to bed.
Peace.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Not for the kiddie's eyeballs. Or the faint of heart.
I feel like bitching. (don't forget, this blog is called candor AND rancor)
Unfortunately that seems to be all I've felt like doing lately. Which makes me think three things.
(1) I need a vacation.
(2) I need an altering of my perspective. Some people call this an attitude change.
(3) I need a foot massage and some fancy-smanchy pastry with dark chocolate-fruit-and something else amazing. Like nuts or something.
I found a book at work today that wanted you to find out what type of animal you are. The quiz was amazingly short and easy. So.... I took it and tried to find what type of animal I am. Figuring that out was the hard part. So I decided - based on the data collected and what I seemed to find in the "answer key" of sorts, that I am an otter. Of course it's something fun and wonderful. What kind of book would tell you that you're a dung beetle? Unless you're an ancient Egyptian and you worshiped the dung beetle, that would not be a compliment. An otter on the other hand, is a compliment. Have you ever seen one of them play? It's mesmerizing. They just slice through the water with a kind of grace I'm hard pressed to find elsewhere. And everything they do seems to be a game with fun the only objective.
Of course, I've heard that dung beetles are like, really important players in the ecosystem or something... all that dung they roll up helps, like, the earth or something. But dung beetles are boring. All work and no play! Just poop all day long.
After work today, I scoured the inter-web (how I refer to the internet) for my wedding dress. I found a dress I adore.... but it costs $2,000 at the shop. Which is CRAZY!!! So I'm trying to buy a used one on the inter-web. There are four dress available... I just need to convince one of the sellers to give it to me for a price I deem worthy. Like, closer to $500. Which is still A LOT. Just, don't get me started on all the price gouging in the wedding business. It really sets my pants on fire. It gets me cussin'-angry. That's what it does.
This whole wedding planning business is one of the reasons I feel like bitching. Now I completely understand why people hire consultants. This is like, pull-your-hair-out-retarded-stressful. It makes no sense for my panties to be in such a tight wad over all this, but it is. If I could wave a wand around and make all this stress disappear, I would!! I hope people know that I don't like being this way. It's not like I get a thrill from going grey thirty years early.
And then there's work. Just work. Thinking about it puts me in a blind stupor. So I don't think about it. I blog about it. ;-)
Ahhh, hhhhhaaaaa, ha. (that was a stress-relieving sigh).
So, I'm off. To conquer other unconquerable heights of wedding planning.
Unfortunately that seems to be all I've felt like doing lately. Which makes me think three things.
(1) I need a vacation.
(2) I need an altering of my perspective. Some people call this an attitude change.
(3) I need a foot massage and some fancy-smanchy pastry with dark chocolate-fruit-and something else amazing. Like nuts or something.
I found a book at work today that wanted you to find out what type of animal you are. The quiz was amazingly short and easy. So.... I took it and tried to find what type of animal I am. Figuring that out was the hard part. So I decided - based on the data collected and what I seemed to find in the "answer key" of sorts, that I am an otter. Of course it's something fun and wonderful. What kind of book would tell you that you're a dung beetle? Unless you're an ancient Egyptian and you worshiped the dung beetle, that would not be a compliment. An otter on the other hand, is a compliment. Have you ever seen one of them play? It's mesmerizing. They just slice through the water with a kind of grace I'm hard pressed to find elsewhere. And everything they do seems to be a game with fun the only objective.
Of course, I've heard that dung beetles are like, really important players in the ecosystem or something... all that dung they roll up helps, like, the earth or something. But dung beetles are boring. All work and no play! Just poop all day long.
After work today, I scoured the inter-web (how I refer to the internet) for my wedding dress. I found a dress I adore.... but it costs $2,000 at the shop. Which is CRAZY!!! So I'm trying to buy a used one on the inter-web. There are four dress available... I just need to convince one of the sellers to give it to me for a price I deem worthy. Like, closer to $500. Which is still A LOT. Just, don't get me started on all the price gouging in the wedding business. It really sets my pants on fire. It gets me cussin'-angry. That's what it does.
This whole wedding planning business is one of the reasons I feel like bitching. Now I completely understand why people hire consultants. This is like, pull-your-hair-out-retarded-stressful. It makes no sense for my panties to be in such a tight wad over all this, but it is. If I could wave a wand around and make all this stress disappear, I would!! I hope people know that I don't like being this way. It's not like I get a thrill from going grey thirty years early.
And then there's work. Just work. Thinking about it puts me in a blind stupor. So I don't think about it. I blog about it. ;-)
Ahhh, hhhhhaaaaa, ha. (that was a stress-relieving sigh).
So, I'm off. To conquer other unconquerable heights of wedding planning.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Toenails to diets. I can cover it all. Watch out Geraldo, I'm after your job.
I've lost my toenail clippers and I really want to find them. I also want to find a bottle of toenail polish remover. Maybe I should just use the gift certificate that has been in my wallet for over a year and have someone else make my toes look better. If my toenails were people, they would be hippies. Unkempt, wild and free, colorful and a little sketchy around the corners. I want my toes to be upper-middle class. Uniform, tidy, clean and rather boring.
Confession: I'm quite pleased with myself for making an amusing association between my toenails and people. I even giggled a little with a hint of self-glorification. (fyi: apparently self-glorification is a real word. I thought I made that up. Tricky English language)
I've mentioned before that the once euphoric high of used books has gradually worn away for me after working in a used bookstore for so long.... and I wonder if I could twist that around and make a fad diet off of the idea. Addicted to food? Go work in a restaurant for a year and a half. Better yet, go work at a fast-food chain for a month and see how much you crave all that grease and all those warm, delicious, crunchy french fries..... (I just got a huge craving for some fries... dang it!)
After being around the object of your desire, day in and day out, and working with it constantly, and seeing it in all its glory and ruin, you're bound to get over it and find food passe. If not, then you've probably gained 500 lbs and now are a candidate for "the biggest loser" and you can chronicle your demise to salads and cardio on national television. For the greater good, I'm sure.
I don't think this type of "reverse psychology" would work for alcoholics or drug addicts, though. Some people might view that as feeding the need rather than starving it out. Ha. It's pretty ironic to use a food analogy.... Well, obviously food addictions are different....
Anyway... Chase is coming home soon, so I'm going to finish here. I gots lots more stuff to do... Namely stare into Chase's adoring blue eyes. ahhhh. delighful.
Confession: I'm quite pleased with myself for making an amusing association between my toenails and people. I even giggled a little with a hint of self-glorification. (fyi: apparently self-glorification is a real word. I thought I made that up. Tricky English language)
I've mentioned before that the once euphoric high of used books has gradually worn away for me after working in a used bookstore for so long.... and I wonder if I could twist that around and make a fad diet off of the idea. Addicted to food? Go work in a restaurant for a year and a half. Better yet, go work at a fast-food chain for a month and see how much you crave all that grease and all those warm, delicious, crunchy french fries..... (I just got a huge craving for some fries... dang it!)
After being around the object of your desire, day in and day out, and working with it constantly, and seeing it in all its glory and ruin, you're bound to get over it and find food passe. If not, then you've probably gained 500 lbs and now are a candidate for "the biggest loser" and you can chronicle your demise to salads and cardio on national television. For the greater good, I'm sure.
I don't think this type of "reverse psychology" would work for alcoholics or drug addicts, though. Some people might view that as feeding the need rather than starving it out. Ha. It's pretty ironic to use a food analogy.... Well, obviously food addictions are different....
Anyway... Chase is coming home soon, so I'm going to finish here. I gots lots more stuff to do... Namely stare into Chase's adoring blue eyes. ahhhh. delighful.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
The 4th of July
Independence day this year totally rocked. Well, first of all, I got to spend it with Chase. Awwwww.... And second of all, we totally wore matchy shirts courtesy of my mother and Old Navy. I'm pretty sure everyone was envious.
So the family packed up and drove over to the Woodruffs for some delicious food and a kickin' fireworks display that was put on by the Killearn homeowners association. The Woodruffs live on the other side of the pond from a park and over there were free snowcones and food and those jumpy-houses for kids. I'm pretty disappointed that they don't have jumpy houses for adults. How come kids get to have all the fun? What's up with that?! Well, at least I got a snowcone. It was blue and it was delightful. Some might say refreshing.
Chase and I wanted to walk over to the park to see what was what over there and for a little exercise.... (and a snowcone), so Alicia and Bill Kepper went with us. It was a good walk. We started out skirting the lake then had to take this windy road for AGES to get there. For the last two years the pond has been dry and you could just walk across the pond. Not anymore. Poos.
So Chase and I had a blast and have decided that we love spending holidays together. Chase's favorite part of the day was laying on the blanket in the yard next to me, watching the fireworks. I think he was very impressed by how close we were to the fireworks. It felt like they were exploding and raining down right over us. I kept my mouth shut so ash wouldn't find it's way in.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Green Rain
So, Chase's parents and sister drove down from Virginia to visit this past weekend and we threw an engagement party so they could meet a bunch of people. It was splendid. Tons of fun, tons of good food and plenty of hot weather. This makes me glad I'm getting married in January while it's cooler. But glory be, I am exhausted. I feel like sleeping for a million hours. That'd be great.
The other evening, the sky fell out. I mean all out, like violent baby vomit. (I actually witnessed a spectacular - across the room projection once. It was amazing.) The sky turned a hazy green and produced a fervent offering of lightning and thunder to make Zeus proud. I wondered if the sky was trying to make up for months of peaceful weather. Have I ever mentioned how much I enjoy a good thunder and lightning storm? Because I do. It is true. I like to wrap up in a cozy blanket and feel all safe and secure inside a warm, dry building. When I'm out camping, I don't like the storms so much. It's really not fun getting soaked and all your stuff getting soaked and not being all warm and cozy. That's not good.
Well, I'm all distracted by the tv. My parents actually have it on and are vaguely watching CNN. They're going on and on and on about the Michael Jackson custody speculation. I hate speculation. I thought the news was supposed to report the news. Like, stuff that actually happened. Not about stuff that hasn't happened and that they just make up possible outcomes. That's a waste of my time.
With that in mind, I'm peacing out. It's too much effort to concentrate after working all day. I want to go unconcentrate on dinner and trashy television. Mostly on dinner. Then I want my fiancee to get out of his meeting early and get back here. I miss him.
The other evening, the sky fell out. I mean all out, like violent baby vomit. (I actually witnessed a spectacular - across the room projection once. It was amazing.) The sky turned a hazy green and produced a fervent offering of lightning and thunder to make Zeus proud. I wondered if the sky was trying to make up for months of peaceful weather. Have I ever mentioned how much I enjoy a good thunder and lightning storm? Because I do. It is true. I like to wrap up in a cozy blanket and feel all safe and secure inside a warm, dry building. When I'm out camping, I don't like the storms so much. It's really not fun getting soaked and all your stuff getting soaked and not being all warm and cozy. That's not good.
Well, I'm all distracted by the tv. My parents actually have it on and are vaguely watching CNN. They're going on and on and on about the Michael Jackson custody speculation. I hate speculation. I thought the news was supposed to report the news. Like, stuff that actually happened. Not about stuff that hasn't happened and that they just make up possible outcomes. That's a waste of my time.
With that in mind, I'm peacing out. It's too much effort to concentrate after working all day. I want to go unconcentrate on dinner and trashy television. Mostly on dinner. Then I want my fiancee to get out of his meeting early and get back here. I miss him.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Highway robbery!
Now I know how fish feel. You know, after they've been caught.... That sad moment when the fillet knife enters their belly and swish! They've been gutted and their intestines come spilling out all over the dirty table. Mingling with all the previous poor basterds' (intentional spelling) innards. Yep, that's me. I've been gutted.
Gutted of all the fun it is to plan a wedding! Why the bee-joo-zees do people feel the need to rent out a big room for thousands of dollars? Hell, let me go build a big room and charge people a thousand dollars to go stand in it. Geeeeeeez. I mean, don't even get me started on the cost of everything else. I haven't even gotten past the cost of a reception hall. I'm near hyperventilating over the whole ordeal.
Let me just clarify for everyone now. It's just ONE day! ONE DAY, PEOPLE! Honestly, not even the whole day. Just the last half of it. The last quarter of it. For petey's sake. The appeal of a Vegas wedding has now been clarified to me. The appeal of a justice of the peace union has now been clarified to me. It is all understood.
I'd rather buy a house or a car or a college education with all the thousands it is to put on a wedding these days. But unfortunately for me, I've been reared in wedding culture and a wedding is what I'll have. A big one. A pretty one. A happy one. And everyone will be there to share it with me. Till then, I'll probably drop a million pounds from hyperventilating all the time and not being able to eat anything in the mean time. And I'll probably get one of those wrinkle lines right between my eyebrows from scowling at the price of things. Evil wedding gluttons, gutting me (well, more accurately, my parents) of money. Lots and lots of money.
I could have a flippant attitude about it all. I could be like "oh, it's just money." But why do money and stress like each other so much that they go everywhere together and plague me so? It just ain't right. I just want to show up and smile and say I do and have people fawn all over me. That's it. Just that. Why does that need to cost an average of $20,000 dollars these days?
IT'S ONE DAY! JUST ONE DAY, PEOPLE! have mercy.
Gutted of all the fun it is to plan a wedding! Why the bee-joo-zees do people feel the need to rent out a big room for thousands of dollars? Hell, let me go build a big room and charge people a thousand dollars to go stand in it. Geeeeeeez. I mean, don't even get me started on the cost of everything else. I haven't even gotten past the cost of a reception hall. I'm near hyperventilating over the whole ordeal.
Let me just clarify for everyone now. It's just ONE day! ONE DAY, PEOPLE! Honestly, not even the whole day. Just the last half of it. The last quarter of it. For petey's sake. The appeal of a Vegas wedding has now been clarified to me. The appeal of a justice of the peace union has now been clarified to me. It is all understood.
I'd rather buy a house or a car or a college education with all the thousands it is to put on a wedding these days. But unfortunately for me, I've been reared in wedding culture and a wedding is what I'll have. A big one. A pretty one. A happy one. And everyone will be there to share it with me. Till then, I'll probably drop a million pounds from hyperventilating all the time and not being able to eat anything in the mean time. And I'll probably get one of those wrinkle lines right between my eyebrows from scowling at the price of things. Evil wedding gluttons, gutting me (well, more accurately, my parents) of money. Lots and lots of money.
I could have a flippant attitude about it all. I could be like "oh, it's just money." But why do money and stress like each other so much that they go everywhere together and plague me so? It just ain't right. I just want to show up and smile and say I do and have people fawn all over me. That's it. Just that. Why does that need to cost an average of $20,000 dollars these days?
IT'S ONE DAY! JUST ONE DAY, PEOPLE! have mercy.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Don't I wish
So apparently, Google has this new thingy-ma-bobber where you can "monetize" your blog by adding advertisements. I think that really only works if your blog gets more traffic than one person a day and that person wasn't yourself. What a sweet gig. Getting paid from advertisements from your own blog where you muse about trivial things and spend countless hours preening for the spell check. Sigh. Life is complete.
Speaking of Life being complete, I feel like making a list. Lists make me happy. Especially making lists about things that make me happy. I've done that before, so I won't do it again. At least not right now. Instead I'd rather.... think about....
Hey, you know I just realized that I was writing a post on the wrong blog. As in, my old one that I've closed down. Ha-Ha that's so funny... only I'm not amused.
I'm surrounded by books all day and they're beginning to lose their luster. Remember when just entering a used bookstore was like shooting up crack? Oh the thrill, the high. It was unparalleled. But now, I think I'm moving on. Occasionally, I'll come across a new book or a book I haven't seen and be like, wow.... that's neat-o. And sadly, it's usually a book with lots of pictures in it. I'm losing touch with the belles lettres.... With my slowly fading intellect (if I really had one).
Jeopardy is only exciting when they do teen challenge. Then I know all the answers. I'm forgetting how to spell words (damn spell check! I curse you with one breath and I swear allegiance to you with the other!). Heck, I'm forgetting how to pronounce words. Well, I never really knew that. I'd read so many words that I never use in every-day language, that when I go to say them, I sound like a fool.
Maybe it's time for me to man up and go back to school. I'd love to get another bachelor's degree. But that would be plain stupid. A waste of time and money. Who get's two bachelor's (at different points in time, mind you. There is nothing wrong with dual majors)? Anyway, I'd have to get a (gasp) Master's degree.... oh, it'd be so hard! I hate hard school work! I like it when it's fun and easy and I get to talk a lot and use lots of pictures. All of this incessant writing (in a scholarly tone) gets old and it makes me want to rebel. And start a blog. Ha. A place where slang is the lingua franca and no one has to have an education to get paid for viewership. It could be like your own newspaper. Minus the news and tree-killing.
So, I'm done now. I'm tired and I'm going to bed. Chase is proud of me for writing on my blog again. My initial reaction to that was "that's dumb." I don't know why. Maybe because I'm tired and therefore cranky and when I'm tired and therefore cranky, I also get irrational.
P.S. I'd love to have an editior to tell me all the nerdy stuff I'm doing wrong in my writing. Like sentence fragment, verb-tense agreement not really agreeing, run-on sentences, syntax, and other more nerdy things that I am not even aware about. I never do like the technical side of things. I'm all about the earthy-au natural style.
Ameila Bedelia is my role model.
Speaking of Life being complete, I feel like making a list. Lists make me happy. Especially making lists about things that make me happy. I've done that before, so I won't do it again. At least not right now. Instead I'd rather.... think about....
Hey, you know I just realized that I was writing a post on the wrong blog. As in, my old one that I've closed down. Ha-Ha that's so funny... only I'm not amused.
I'm surrounded by books all day and they're beginning to lose their luster. Remember when just entering a used bookstore was like shooting up crack? Oh the thrill, the high. It was unparalleled. But now, I think I'm moving on. Occasionally, I'll come across a new book or a book I haven't seen and be like, wow.... that's neat-o. And sadly, it's usually a book with lots of pictures in it. I'm losing touch with the belles lettres.... With my slowly fading intellect (if I really had one).
Jeopardy is only exciting when they do teen challenge. Then I know all the answers. I'm forgetting how to spell words (damn spell check! I curse you with one breath and I swear allegiance to you with the other!). Heck, I'm forgetting how to pronounce words. Well, I never really knew that. I'd read so many words that I never use in every-day language, that when I go to say them, I sound like a fool.
Maybe it's time for me to man up and go back to school. I'd love to get another bachelor's degree. But that would be plain stupid. A waste of time and money. Who get's two bachelor's (at different points in time, mind you. There is nothing wrong with dual majors)? Anyway, I'd have to get a (gasp) Master's degree.... oh, it'd be so hard! I hate hard school work! I like it when it's fun and easy and I get to talk a lot and use lots of pictures. All of this incessant writing (in a scholarly tone) gets old and it makes me want to rebel. And start a blog. Ha. A place where slang is the lingua franca and no one has to have an education to get paid for viewership. It could be like your own newspaper. Minus the news and tree-killing.
So, I'm done now. I'm tired and I'm going to bed. Chase is proud of me for writing on my blog again. My initial reaction to that was "that's dumb." I don't know why. Maybe because I'm tired and therefore cranky and when I'm tired and therefore cranky, I also get irrational.
P.S. I'd love to have an editior to tell me all the nerdy stuff I'm doing wrong in my writing. Like sentence fragment, verb-tense agreement not really agreeing, run-on sentences, syntax, and other more nerdy things that I am not even aware about. I never do like the technical side of things. I'm all about the earthy-au natural style.
Ameila Bedelia is my role model.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Bubble Irony
So... the other day Chase and I were doing the dishes after dinner and I mentioned how Kiwi's don't rinse the dishes off. They just dry sudsy dishes. Chase and my mom were like "ewwwww. That's so weird" I have to admit, it did take some getting used to. But it works just as well as rinsing them off. I mean, they didn't leave sudsy dishes out to dry, we'd promptly wipe them dry.
Well, the next day, a plumber came over to install the toilet and shower fixtures in the bathroom my dad is renovating. I hopped in the shower just as he got here. It wasn't until I was already wet (and past the point of return) that I realized that when plumbers come over, they usually cut the water off. I was like oh-poo. So I start whizzin' through the shampoo and conditioner stage of my shower routine and in the process knock my razor to the floor. The blades get knocked off and my poor little razor rests on the tile, broken and sad. Once I finish rinsing, I bend down to pick it up and reassemble.
It is at this break in my routine that I start daydreaming. For real, my mind just starts wandering around. And suddenly, I hear a couple thuds and what sounds like sawing of metal... and instantly I'm snapped back into reality and realize that precious seconds have slipped by! Woe is me! My hair is washed, but not my body! So I race to finish the task, all the while, feeling a slight ebb in the water pressure... until just as I'm all lathered up, the water trickles out to nothing. And I'm left standing in the shower covered in suds.
Then my mind wanders back to the other night when I told my story of how Kiwi's don't rinse off their plates. And I wondered if they rinse off their bodies? Because I was about to towell off all these suds and pretend like that didn't gross me out just a touch. Thankfully I didn't break out in any unusual rashes during the day. So I must have gotten all the soap off. Hey, who says you need to rinse off anyway? It must be the utility compaines whispering in our ears... getting us to use more to pay more. Yeah.... that's what it is.
You know, you don't have to refridgerate eggs either. From the hen's butt to your plate, you don't need a refridgerator. Just thought you'd like to know...
Well, the next day, a plumber came over to install the toilet and shower fixtures in the bathroom my dad is renovating. I hopped in the shower just as he got here. It wasn't until I was already wet (and past the point of return) that I realized that when plumbers come over, they usually cut the water off. I was like oh-poo. So I start whizzin' through the shampoo and conditioner stage of my shower routine and in the process knock my razor to the floor. The blades get knocked off and my poor little razor rests on the tile, broken and sad. Once I finish rinsing, I bend down to pick it up and reassemble.
It is at this break in my routine that I start daydreaming. For real, my mind just starts wandering around. And suddenly, I hear a couple thuds and what sounds like sawing of metal... and instantly I'm snapped back into reality and realize that precious seconds have slipped by! Woe is me! My hair is washed, but not my body! So I race to finish the task, all the while, feeling a slight ebb in the water pressure... until just as I'm all lathered up, the water trickles out to nothing. And I'm left standing in the shower covered in suds.
Then my mind wanders back to the other night when I told my story of how Kiwi's don't rinse off their plates. And I wondered if they rinse off their bodies? Because I was about to towell off all these suds and pretend like that didn't gross me out just a touch. Thankfully I didn't break out in any unusual rashes during the day. So I must have gotten all the soap off. Hey, who says you need to rinse off anyway? It must be the utility compaines whispering in our ears... getting us to use more to pay more. Yeah.... that's what it is.
You know, you don't have to refridgerate eggs either. From the hen's butt to your plate, you don't need a refridgerator. Just thought you'd like to know...
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
What's this, a Wednesday?! Geez.
Oh, it's been ages!
A terribly long time, indeed. And in case you were wondering why it's been so long between this post and the last, his name is Chase Porter. You'd think maybe I'd want to write all about getting swept off my feet. But as it turns out, being swept off your feet is a continuous process that takes up a lot of time. About six months to be exact. But don't think that just because I'm writing now that the sweeping has ended. I should think not!
It's more like I'm surfacing because I've finally managed to reconcile a constant state of bliss with my every-day real life. I think another reason I didn't write (and didn't write about being swept) is that it is all so incredibly saccharine. I mean like, totally puke worthy. Unless of course, you happen to be the star. Then it's all delightful and a big ole bowl of cherries. I do, however, keep tabs on the reaction of others around me, and I try to keep all the lovey-dovey gooey-wooey stuff to myself for the most part.
My mother and Louise do enjoy jumping in that bowl of cherries and swimming around in it. They're probably the only ones without a gag reflex and truly love watching two fools fall in love. Everyone else clutches their stomach and runs for the bathroom. Well, there is one way to clear a room. And we're pros at it.
We've taken trips together for fun and for more fun. We cook for each other and we read to each other. We take care of each other when ill or tired and we rub each other's feet. We text all throughout the day and meet for lunch when we can. We spend every evening together and feel the seams of ourselves tearing when we have to part for the night. We open ourselves up to new experiences with each other and try new things. We take naps together and swing in the hammock. We spoil Rosie rotten and take her for walks. We talk about the future and share stories of our past. We say exceptionally nice things to each other and watch with glee as the biggest smile breaks forth. We love each other.
I'm not sure what I imagined when I thought about falling in love... but the actual exerience has far surpassed anything I could have imagined. He's so wonderful and so kind and so thoughtful and so perceptive that I have to fight the feelings of complete surprise and wonder that he's fallen for me. I've learned never to question the good in life. But accept it with open arms and then give out all kinds of good too. That way, there's a stream of goodness following me around all day. Seems good, yeah?!
Anyway, after all that gushing, I've slighted raised my own gag reflex. But I just can't help it! I'm in all kinds of love and I just can't see straight anymore. I have to admit that I prefered this skewed view. It's a lot merrier.
So there you have it. The truth is out. And now, maybe, I'll return to some sort of normal blogging schedule and find the time to talk about something other than being ridiculously in love. Here's hoping!! (back a paper bag for future viewing in case the sacchrine level breeches your ability to contain it)
A terribly long time, indeed. And in case you were wondering why it's been so long between this post and the last, his name is Chase Porter. You'd think maybe I'd want to write all about getting swept off my feet. But as it turns out, being swept off your feet is a continuous process that takes up a lot of time. About six months to be exact. But don't think that just because I'm writing now that the sweeping has ended. I should think not!
It's more like I'm surfacing because I've finally managed to reconcile a constant state of bliss with my every-day real life. I think another reason I didn't write (and didn't write about being swept) is that it is all so incredibly saccharine. I mean like, totally puke worthy. Unless of course, you happen to be the star. Then it's all delightful and a big ole bowl of cherries. I do, however, keep tabs on the reaction of others around me, and I try to keep all the lovey-dovey gooey-wooey stuff to myself for the most part.
My mother and Louise do enjoy jumping in that bowl of cherries and swimming around in it. They're probably the only ones without a gag reflex and truly love watching two fools fall in love. Everyone else clutches their stomach and runs for the bathroom. Well, there is one way to clear a room. And we're pros at it.
We've taken trips together for fun and for more fun. We cook for each other and we read to each other. We take care of each other when ill or tired and we rub each other's feet. We text all throughout the day and meet for lunch when we can. We spend every evening together and feel the seams of ourselves tearing when we have to part for the night. We open ourselves up to new experiences with each other and try new things. We take naps together and swing in the hammock. We spoil Rosie rotten and take her for walks. We talk about the future and share stories of our past. We say exceptionally nice things to each other and watch with glee as the biggest smile breaks forth. We love each other.
I'm not sure what I imagined when I thought about falling in love... but the actual exerience has far surpassed anything I could have imagined. He's so wonderful and so kind and so thoughtful and so perceptive that I have to fight the feelings of complete surprise and wonder that he's fallen for me. I've learned never to question the good in life. But accept it with open arms and then give out all kinds of good too. That way, there's a stream of goodness following me around all day. Seems good, yeah?!
Anyway, after all that gushing, I've slighted raised my own gag reflex. But I just can't help it! I'm in all kinds of love and I just can't see straight anymore. I have to admit that I prefered this skewed view. It's a lot merrier.
So there you have it. The truth is out. And now, maybe, I'll return to some sort of normal blogging schedule and find the time to talk about something other than being ridiculously in love. Here's hoping!! (back a paper bag for future viewing in case the sacchrine level breeches your ability to contain it)
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