This will be brief as I still have a LOT to do on my paper, but I had to share with the blogosphere the weird incident that just went down.
Caitlin, Edwin and I decided that Ice Cream was calling our name. It does that from time to time. So we loaded up the Intrepid and headed over to Braum's. This was a quick run, so I am shoeless, Caitlin is wearing someone else's pants and Edwin is donning his flannel jammies. We had no intention of being presentable because well, we just wanted some dadgum dairy creaminess and there was no need to get all gussy'dup for the likes of the cows. Therefore, we went the route of the drive through. Edwin politely told the nice talking menu that we were feeling rather indecisive tonight so it might take a minute. *crickets chirp* Nothing...but silence. The awkward moment passes and the voice in the talking menu says, "Take your time. Order when you're ready." I turned to Caitlin and at the same time we realize the talking menu must not have known what indecisive meant and had to run for a Webster. We made up our minds, placed our order, and gathered up our goodies at the window. (Edwin paid because he ROCKS! and because I'm a doof and forgot my wallet.) We pull out of Braums and head through to parking lot to get back on Hall of Fame. We are on the East side of Blockbuster when I start hearing, "HEY!! HEEEEEYYY!!!" I turn around to see a flash of apron on our tail. I said, "Edwin, STOP! We're being chased!" (Hey...I never claimed to be brilliant, okay??) So Edwin stops, Caitlin rolls down her window and a Braum's guy (NOT the brilliant and wonderful drive thru guru Zach who totally got my order right) named Boseefus or somethin'er other thrust his hand throught the open window.
Okay, that was for dramatic effect.
He really just said that he had given us the wrong milkshake and was bringing us the correct one. I'm not kidding!! This kid ran out of the building, probably hurdling countertops and small children, to chase our car through the parking lots of two businesses to bring us a different milkshake. Now that's service. Or psychotic. You choose.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Monday, December 26, 2005
I wonder how I'd look bald?
Why, you ask? CAUSE I'M PULLING MY HAIR OUT!!
These stupid winter intercession classes are designed for students who have NOTHING ELSE TO DO with their time. I am struggling to get this dadgum paper done. My
mother (God bless her) was off work today so she did some research for me. However, it was all on the internet and I have to have 15-20 sources that are a mix of magazines, books, internet and interviews. OMG. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have a TEST over 5 chapters tomorrow!! I read the first chapter verbatum and did well on the practice test but I have a feeling I won't stay awake long enough to do anything but skim the rest. I'm not going to lunch tomorrow so that I can stay at work and study. That's where I have to take the exam so that my boss can proctor it. Ugh.
So why am I blogging, you ask? CAUSE I'M RETARDED.
And because I had to check my email to see if my instructor sent me any further messages about the test. So really, I'm not slacking as much as you'd think. Been studying for 6...hours... Brain...cramping...
P.S. Happy Birthday to my dear friend DREW tomorrow!!!!
These stupid winter intercession classes are designed for students who have NOTHING ELSE TO DO with their time. I am struggling to get this dadgum paper done. My
mother (God bless her) was off work today so she did some research for me. However, it was all on the internet and I have to have 15-20 sources that are a mix of magazines, books, internet and interviews. OMG. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have a TEST over 5 chapters tomorrow!! I read the first chapter verbatum and did well on the practice test but I have a feeling I won't stay awake long enough to do anything but skim the rest. I'm not going to lunch tomorrow so that I can stay at work and study. That's where I have to take the exam so that my boss can proctor it. Ugh.
So why am I blogging, you ask? CAUSE I'M RETARDED.
And because I had to check my email to see if my instructor sent me any further messages about the test. So really, I'm not slacking as much as you'd think. Been studying for 6...hours... Brain...cramping...
P.S. Happy Birthday to my dear friend DREW tomorrow!!!!
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Friday, December 23, 2005
Last Straw
So I have decided to take a break from drowning my sorrows (Just kidding.) in a pint of Ben & Jerry's to tell you why at this very minute I have just experienced The Last Straw. Let me tell you how bad this day has turned out to be. Honestly, you'll laugh. I promise.
First off, I had to work open to close today, which honestly isn't all that bad. It's just lovely to complain about. :) Due to this fact, it was dark by the time I left and I had to go pet sit. Petsitting folks, is probably one of the easiest jobs known to man when it comes to this particular pet. He is super sweet and requires next to no attention regarding his litter box and food bowls. He is a great cat. So I accepted the task of taking care of him. I only had to go by once a day for two days and literally had to do very little. It was dark and I really couldn't remember where I was going so I drove very slowly until I found the house. I opened the door, went in and turned off the alarm system just as I was supposed to do. I checked on the kitty and made the rounds to make sure all in the house was as it should be. As I was leaving, I set the alarm system back and began to make my exit. As I opened the front door to depart from the more than likely MULTI MILLION DOLLAR HOME, I set off the dadgum ALARM! I'm serious people, I about s**t a brick and wet myself all at once. I slammed the door shut and of course...screamed bloody murder. I ran back across the house to disarm the system and then called for reinforcments. I called the home owners best friend and she attempted to walk me through resetting the system. Yeah, no such luck. So, I had to call the actual alarm company and they said they couldn't help me because I don't have any passwords. Crap with a capital RETARD! I then call the owner and had to leave a voicemail, because 'did they answer'? Ahhh...hell no. I spent a good 45 minutes freaking out between phone calls. I heard tires screech twice and assumed to cops were coming to get me. When no one rang the bell or busted down the front door, I had visions of them surrounding the house and watching me through the immense plate glass windows; waiting to pounce on me the second I opened the door to flee. In the end, all got sorted out and I left the house safe and sound...and fully armed!
I got home and began working on some homework. I have a paper to write that is due on the 28th. As I was sitting here, I started to notice a rather fowl smell. Come to find out, my lovely kitties decided to use my bedroom floor as their new open floorplan litter box. I went in to clean it and found that they had urinated AND defecated on the floor. I had to get rubber gloves and trash bags, people. OMG. They hate the special litter they have to use after their declaw. I'm seriously contemplating switching them back and saying to hell with it. I got the mess cleaned up and went into the kitchen to get some ice cream to cool my temper. I was scooping the ice cream from the carton when the spoon snapped clean in two and I slung half a carton of frozen dessert across the floor. All I could thing was, "DAMN!" I cleaned up my mess and decided to forgo the dessert option. I came in and sat down to call a friend and found out my phone is completely dead as a doornail. (What the crap does dead as a doornail mean, anyhow?)
Now, I am finishing my beer and watching the end of a sappy romantic comedy. "I think I'd miss you even if we never met." The day I meet a man who will say those words to me, is the day I've died and gone to Heaven. Don't worry all, I'll keep in touch when I get there. ;) I am going to call it a night now. Early to bed, early to rise. I will work on my assignment more tomorrow, but for now, I need to end this day, and end it quickly.
First off, I had to work open to close today, which honestly isn't all that bad. It's just lovely to complain about. :) Due to this fact, it was dark by the time I left and I had to go pet sit. Petsitting folks, is probably one of the easiest jobs known to man when it comes to this particular pet. He is super sweet and requires next to no attention regarding his litter box and food bowls. He is a great cat. So I accepted the task of taking care of him. I only had to go by once a day for two days and literally had to do very little. It was dark and I really couldn't remember where I was going so I drove very slowly until I found the house. I opened the door, went in and turned off the alarm system just as I was supposed to do. I checked on the kitty and made the rounds to make sure all in the house was as it should be. As I was leaving, I set the alarm system back and began to make my exit. As I opened the front door to depart from the more than likely MULTI MILLION DOLLAR HOME, I set off the dadgum ALARM! I'm serious people, I about s**t a brick and wet myself all at once. I slammed the door shut and of course...screamed bloody murder. I ran back across the house to disarm the system and then called for reinforcments. I called the home owners best friend and she attempted to walk me through resetting the system. Yeah, no such luck. So, I had to call the actual alarm company and they said they couldn't help me because I don't have any passwords. Crap with a capital RETARD! I then call the owner and had to leave a voicemail, because 'did they answer'? Ahhh...hell no. I spent a good 45 minutes freaking out between phone calls. I heard tires screech twice and assumed to cops were coming to get me. When no one rang the bell or busted down the front door, I had visions of them surrounding the house and watching me through the immense plate glass windows; waiting to pounce on me the second I opened the door to flee. In the end, all got sorted out and I left the house safe and sound...and fully armed!
I got home and began working on some homework. I have a paper to write that is due on the 28th. As I was sitting here, I started to notice a rather fowl smell. Come to find out, my lovely kitties decided to use my bedroom floor as their new open floorplan litter box. I went in to clean it and found that they had urinated AND defecated on the floor. I had to get rubber gloves and trash bags, people. OMG. They hate the special litter they have to use after their declaw. I'm seriously contemplating switching them back and saying to hell with it. I got the mess cleaned up and went into the kitchen to get some ice cream to cool my temper. I was scooping the ice cream from the carton when the spoon snapped clean in two and I slung half a carton of frozen dessert across the floor. All I could thing was, "DAMN!" I cleaned up my mess and decided to forgo the dessert option. I came in and sat down to call a friend and found out my phone is completely dead as a doornail. (What the crap does dead as a doornail mean, anyhow?)
Now, I am finishing my beer and watching the end of a sappy romantic comedy. "I think I'd miss you even if we never met." The day I meet a man who will say those words to me, is the day I've died and gone to Heaven. Don't worry all, I'll keep in touch when I get there. ;) I am going to call it a night now. Early to bed, early to rise. I will work on my assignment more tomorrow, but for now, I need to end this day, and end it quickly.
Holiday Humbug
Dear Santa,
I am beginning to feel dampened by the impending holiday and I HATE that. The Christmas season is my favorite time of year (minues the whole Winter thing) and I hate feeling that I'm ready for it to be over. I'm not tired of the usual things people complain about such as the music...the junk food...the 24 hour marathons of "A Christmas Story" and "It's a Wonderful Life". Those are in fact some of the things I cherish. I'm tired of the stress that comes along with the holidays. The stress of wondering if there will ever be someone to share the holiday's with. I'm sitting at home alone right now, watching a rerun of Friends and feeling sorry for myself. I think most of that has to do with the fact that I worked the long shift today, ate lots of sweets and am wondering if I will ever be able to get all of my projects done in time to actually enjoy the holiday. I tend to worry more about basic life issues when I'm tired and doped up on loads of sugary sustenance. I should have known to stop with the chocolate cake when my cheeks began to sweat. Haha!
I'm not trying to be a Grinch, because I am still FULL of the holiday spirit. I enjoy everything about this season. I would just really like my heart to grow three sizes this year.
I am beginning to feel dampened by the impending holiday and I HATE that. The Christmas season is my favorite time of year (minues the whole Winter thing) and I hate feeling that I'm ready for it to be over. I'm not tired of the usual things people complain about such as the music...the junk food...the 24 hour marathons of "A Christmas Story" and "It's a Wonderful Life". Those are in fact some of the things I cherish. I'm tired of the stress that comes along with the holidays. The stress of wondering if there will ever be someone to share the holiday's with. I'm sitting at home alone right now, watching a rerun of Friends and feeling sorry for myself. I think most of that has to do with the fact that I worked the long shift today, ate lots of sweets and am wondering if I will ever be able to get all of my projects done in time to actually enjoy the holiday. I tend to worry more about basic life issues when I'm tired and doped up on loads of sugary sustenance. I should have known to stop with the chocolate cake when my cheeks began to sweat. Haha!
I'm not trying to be a Grinch, because I am still FULL of the holiday spirit. I enjoy everything about this season. I would just really like my heart to grow three sizes this year.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Pilfed
Totally stole this from someone else. :)
Four jobs you've had in your life:
Swim Instructor for wee ones at Indian Mounds Pool, Quincy, IL
Holiday Help at The Buckle
Sales Associate at JCPenney's
Office 'Manager'/Receptionist at The Cat Clinic
Four movies you could watch over and over:
You've Got Mail
Return to Me
The Notebook
Flight of the Pheonix
Four places you've lived:
Enid, OK
Quincy, IL
Watonga, OK
Stillwater, OK
Four TV shows you love to watch:
Extreme Makeover: Home Edition
Trading Spaces
Paula Dean
Friends Reruns
Four places you've been on vacation:
San Antonio, TX
Disney World, Orlando, FL
Quincy, IL to see family
I don't have four!! Waaa!
Four websites you visit daily:
Dooce
Amalah
Facebook
Xanga- I have lots of friends with blogs there.
Four of your favorite food:
Chimichanga's from El Vaquero
Pizza
Shrimp Fettucini Alfredo
Ice Cream
Four places you'd rather be:
Quincy, IL
Disney World
My own apartment. I can't wait to decorate! Yeah!
Opening Christmas Presents! haha! Only 3 more days!
Four jobs you've had in your life:
Swim Instructor for wee ones at Indian Mounds Pool, Quincy, IL
Holiday Help at The Buckle
Sales Associate at JCPenney's
Office 'Manager'/Receptionist at The Cat Clinic
Four movies you could watch over and over:
You've Got Mail
Return to Me
The Notebook
Flight of the Pheonix
Four places you've lived:
Enid, OK
Quincy, IL
Watonga, OK
Stillwater, OK
Four TV shows you love to watch:
Extreme Makeover: Home Edition
Trading Spaces
Paula Dean
Friends Reruns
Four places you've been on vacation:
San Antonio, TX
Disney World, Orlando, FL
Quincy, IL to see family
I don't have four!! Waaa!
Four websites you visit daily:
Dooce
Amalah
Xanga- I have lots of friends with blogs there.
Four of your favorite food:
Chimichanga's from El Vaquero
Pizza
Shrimp Fettucini Alfredo
Ice Cream
Four places you'd rather be:
Quincy, IL
Disney World
My own apartment. I can't wait to decorate! Yeah!
Opening Christmas Presents! haha! Only 3 more days!
Boondock Saints
This has to be one of the most disturbing scenes in a movie that I have witnessed to date. Guy accidentally shoots his druggy girlfriends cat and splatters it on the wall. EEWW! Gross, right? Best part? This conversation followed...
"I can't believe that just f****n' happened!"
"Is it dead?"
Is it dead?! For the love of Pete and all that is cowboy...is it dead? Sheesh.
What is the weirdest/most memorable movie scene you can think of?
"I can't believe that just f****n' happened!"
"Is it dead?"
Is it dead?! For the love of Pete and all that is cowboy...is it dead? Sheesh.
What is the weirdest/most memorable movie scene you can think of?
Monday, December 19, 2005
Ugh!
YUCK!
I got home from studying and watching a Christmas movie with my lovely co-workers to find a HUGE pile of liquidy spew in the middle of my bedroom floor. Edwin had called me earlier to let me know that Fuji threw up, but I couldn't find it anywhere in the house but my room. Eeew. He also (or it could have been his partner in crime) crapped behind my computer armoir. Picture this folks. Me, crouched down as far as I can be, as close to the desk as I can be, with my left arm fully behind the armoir, holding a paper towel roll. I'm attempting to scoop the poo into the tube so I can remove it without having to move the entire piece of furniture. OMG, what a task. Both cats were sitting in the floor watching me like, "What are you doing?! I put that there for a blasted reason you silly human!!" I have no idea what is wrong with him and why all of a sudden he is throwing up and not using his litter box. Insanity! Now, I am blogging, when I should be dadgum studying for the test I have in Media & Society tomorrow. Not kidding. The class started today and I have my first test tomorrow. On top of that, I have a photography assignment due tomorrow night and I don't have the pics done. I have to take a few more and get them transfered to black and white and then have them all printed before class tomorrow night. OMG. Freaking out. I am thinking Journalism wasn't the best option for me now, because deadlines...they are not my friend. :) Some changes need to be made around here, just not quite sure what yet.
I got home from studying and watching a Christmas movie with my lovely co-workers to find a HUGE pile of liquidy spew in the middle of my bedroom floor. Edwin had called me earlier to let me know that Fuji threw up, but I couldn't find it anywhere in the house but my room. Eeew. He also (or it could have been his partner in crime) crapped behind my computer armoir. Picture this folks. Me, crouched down as far as I can be, as close to the desk as I can be, with my left arm fully behind the armoir, holding a paper towel roll. I'm attempting to scoop the poo into the tube so I can remove it without having to move the entire piece of furniture. OMG, what a task. Both cats were sitting in the floor watching me like, "What are you doing?! I put that there for a blasted reason you silly human!!" I have no idea what is wrong with him and why all of a sudden he is throwing up and not using his litter box. Insanity! Now, I am blogging, when I should be dadgum studying for the test I have in Media & Society tomorrow. Not kidding. The class started today and I have my first test tomorrow. On top of that, I have a photography assignment due tomorrow night and I don't have the pics done. I have to take a few more and get them transfered to black and white and then have them all printed before class tomorrow night. OMG. Freaking out. I am thinking Journalism wasn't the best option for me now, because deadlines...they are not my friend. :) Some changes need to be made around here, just not quite sure what yet.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Wonder
Have you ever been friends with someone and in a weird, twisted combination of slowly and all at once, you begin to realize that you care much more for them then they do for you? I'm so blind. It took me quite some time to realize that this was happening and now, all I want to do is stand in my front yard and yell it into the winter; get it off my chest; let it go. How do you let something like that go?
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Mish Mash
Here it is, Thursday night. The 'End of Finals Eve' if you will. I have one more final tomorrow afternoon and I'm done!! Well...then I start ANOTHER class for the winter intercession on Monday. Blech. None of my grades have been posted yet so I'm a little anxious. Okay, a LOT anxious. I know I passed everything, I just want to know by how much.
Tonight was a good night. Edwin, Caitlin, Matt and I went to dinner together. We haven't spent that much time together in a LOOONG time. With busy schedules and prior engagements, we just never seem to coordinate everyone together. We had a good time at dinner and played with a 25 cent bouncy ball when we got home that Cait bought me out of the toy machine at the restaurant! haha! Such fun. Cait and I worked on some Christmas presents and holiday cards and I also did some studying for my Algebra final. Matt ran off to study for his big exam tomorrow so Ed, Cait and I watched The Santa Clause. I LOVE that movie! "I love you Santa Clause."
My kitties are spending the night at The Cat Clinic tonight and it makes me really sad. I made the decision to declaw (and neuter), which I was battling with terribly. Everyone (except for a select few) decided it would be funny to refer to me as "a bad mom" and make me feel even more horrible for "ripping out their toes". Such nice people I work with. I know they're kidding, but I thank God that they keep their mouths shut with real clients. Oh wait. I AM A REAL DADGUM CLIENT. My cats were in their care and I am a paying customer. I guess I'm just upset because I had such a hard time deciding to do that and I resent the fact that I'm made out to be a bad person because of it, kidding or not. Oh well. The boys get to come home tomorrow and I am so happy! I miss my little fur balls. I miss them sitting in the bathroom with me while I'm getting ready in the morning. Kodak chasing his tail in the corner, Fuji licking the condensation off the tile. I can only hope, with the thoughts "The schnozberries taste like schnozberries" running through his little head. They are such a comfort as only a pet can be. All snuggled up warm in bed with me at night; the static electricity from their fur sending up sparks and hisses like smoke signals in the night. I know they can be awnry but, they're kittens. That's what they do, and I wouldn't have them any other way.
My friend Melissa and I went to look at apartments yesterday. She is looking at potentially moving with her husband and depending on the housing situation next year, I will more than likely be looking for a new residence. I found one I really want! My friend Misty lives there now and I could potentially take over her lease in May if all worked out. It's a cute little two bedroom with a HUGE kitchen and my cats are welcome there. I would be in walking distance of the laundry and to the pool. That's right, the POOL! It would be closer to work, church, my mom and Meridian where I take my photography class. (It will be over way before May, but I'm hoping to take more.) It's in a really nice area and is surrounded by mostly adults and no irritating, party hungry, freshman. Besides the fact that it's nice, Misty is one of those people who 'gets things done'. She got them to put in a new bathtub, sink, etc and is having new screens put on the windows and a peep hole put in next spring. She is also anal about things being clean, so I know that I will move into a clean apartment and I won't be confronted with the normal moving day heebie jeebies where you don flip flops in the shower and whatnot. My rent is going to spike astronomically, but hopefully I'll be able to work things out. It's going to be expensive to live by myself no matter what, and this place makes me feel safe and I know I could make it home. We'll just have to see what the next six months hold. Actually, preleasing starts in March and if I want her place, I'll more than likely have to stake my claim on it soon. Ugh. Decisions, decisions.
Well, it's getting late and I have to work in the morning. (Why do I even mention that? Everyone knows I work EVERY morning.) ha! Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Tonight was a good night. Edwin, Caitlin, Matt and I went to dinner together. We haven't spent that much time together in a LOOONG time. With busy schedules and prior engagements, we just never seem to coordinate everyone together. We had a good time at dinner and played with a 25 cent bouncy ball when we got home that Cait bought me out of the toy machine at the restaurant! haha! Such fun. Cait and I worked on some Christmas presents and holiday cards and I also did some studying for my Algebra final. Matt ran off to study for his big exam tomorrow so Ed, Cait and I watched The Santa Clause. I LOVE that movie! "I love you Santa Clause."
My kitties are spending the night at The Cat Clinic tonight and it makes me really sad. I made the decision to declaw (and neuter), which I was battling with terribly. Everyone (except for a select few) decided it would be funny to refer to me as "a bad mom" and make me feel even more horrible for "ripping out their toes". Such nice people I work with. I know they're kidding, but I thank God that they keep their mouths shut with real clients. Oh wait. I AM A REAL DADGUM CLIENT. My cats were in their care and I am a paying customer. I guess I'm just upset because I had such a hard time deciding to do that and I resent the fact that I'm made out to be a bad person because of it, kidding or not. Oh well. The boys get to come home tomorrow and I am so happy! I miss my little fur balls. I miss them sitting in the bathroom with me while I'm getting ready in the morning. Kodak chasing his tail in the corner, Fuji licking the condensation off the tile. I can only hope, with the thoughts "The schnozberries taste like schnozberries" running through his little head. They are such a comfort as only a pet can be. All snuggled up warm in bed with me at night; the static electricity from their fur sending up sparks and hisses like smoke signals in the night. I know they can be awnry but, they're kittens. That's what they do, and I wouldn't have them any other way.
My friend Melissa and I went to look at apartments yesterday. She is looking at potentially moving with her husband and depending on the housing situation next year, I will more than likely be looking for a new residence. I found one I really want! My friend Misty lives there now and I could potentially take over her lease in May if all worked out. It's a cute little two bedroom with a HUGE kitchen and my cats are welcome there. I would be in walking distance of the laundry and to the pool. That's right, the POOL! It would be closer to work, church, my mom and Meridian where I take my photography class. (It will be over way before May, but I'm hoping to take more.) It's in a really nice area and is surrounded by mostly adults and no irritating, party hungry, freshman. Besides the fact that it's nice, Misty is one of those people who 'gets things done'. She got them to put in a new bathtub, sink, etc and is having new screens put on the windows and a peep hole put in next spring. She is also anal about things being clean, so I know that I will move into a clean apartment and I won't be confronted with the normal moving day heebie jeebies where you don flip flops in the shower and whatnot. My rent is going to spike astronomically, but hopefully I'll be able to work things out. It's going to be expensive to live by myself no matter what, and this place makes me feel safe and I know I could make it home. We'll just have to see what the next six months hold. Actually, preleasing starts in March and if I want her place, I'll more than likely have to stake my claim on it soon. Ugh. Decisions, decisions.
Well, it's getting late and I have to work in the morning. (Why do I even mention that? Everyone knows I work EVERY morning.) ha! Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Comfort
I received this by email and found great comfort in it tonight. I pray that each of you find peace and know that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
Dear Lord, I thank You for this day. I thank You for my being able to see and to hear this morning. I'm blessed because You are a forgiving God and an understanding God. You have done so much for me and You keep on blessing me. Forgive me this day for everything I have done, said or thought that was not pleasing to you.
I ask now for Your forgiveness. Please keep me safe from all danger and harm. Help me to start this day with a new attitude and plenty of gratitude. Let me make the best of each and every day to clear my mind so that I can hear from You. Please broaden my mind that I can accept all things. Let me not whine and whimper over things I have no control over. And It's the best response when I'm pushed beyond my limits.
I know that when I can't pray, You listen to my heart. Continue to use me to do Your will. Continue to bless me that I may be a blessing to others. Keep me strong that I may help the weak. Keep me uplifted that I may have words of encouragement for others. I pray for those that are lost and can't find their way. I pray for those that are misjudged and misunderstood. I pray for those who don't know You intimately. I pray for those that don't believe.
But I thank you that I believe. I believe that God changes people and God changes things. I pray for all my sisters and brothers. For each and every family member in their households. I pray for peace, love and joy in their homes that they are out of debt and all their needs are met. I pray that every eye that reads this knows there is no problem, circumstance, or situation greater than God. Every battle is in Your hands for You to fight. I pray that these words be received into the hearts of every eye that sees it.
Dear Lord, I thank You for this day. I thank You for my being able to see and to hear this morning. I'm blessed because You are a forgiving God and an understanding God. You have done so much for me and You keep on blessing me. Forgive me this day for everything I have done, said or thought that was not pleasing to you.
I ask now for Your forgiveness. Please keep me safe from all danger and harm. Help me to start this day with a new attitude and plenty of gratitude. Let me make the best of each and every day to clear my mind so that I can hear from You. Please broaden my mind that I can accept all things. Let me not whine and whimper over things I have no control over. And It's the best response when I'm pushed beyond my limits.
I know that when I can't pray, You listen to my heart. Continue to use me to do Your will. Continue to bless me that I may be a blessing to others. Keep me strong that I may help the weak. Keep me uplifted that I may have words of encouragement for others. I pray for those that are lost and can't find their way. I pray for those that are misjudged and misunderstood. I pray for those who don't know You intimately. I pray for those that don't believe.
But I thank you that I believe. I believe that God changes people and God changes things. I pray for all my sisters and brothers. For each and every family member in their households. I pray for peace, love and joy in their homes that they are out of debt and all their needs are met. I pray that every eye that reads this knows there is no problem, circumstance, or situation greater than God. Every battle is in Your hands for You to fight. I pray that these words be received into the hearts of every eye that sees it.
Monday, December 12, 2005
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Numbers
Name Twenty People: (these are in no order of preference)
1. Caitlin
2. Kristen R.
3. Edwin
4. Matthew
5. Shana
6. Sue Ann
7. Jacey
8. Brent R.
9. Misty
10. Michael W.
11. Melissa
12. Liz R.
13. Katie
14. Drew
15. Suzanne
16. Sherene
17. Lynette
18. Amanda R.
19. Nathan
20. Clint
-How did you meet 13?
I met her when she started working at our office and I got to train her. LOVE HER!
-What would you do if you never met 5?
I would be very sad. She has turned out to be a great friend and co-worker.
-What do you honestly think of 10?
He is the best brother a girl could ask for, even though he drives me absolutely insane and I am thankful each and every day that we don't live together. :)
-Have you ever liked 1?
Well yeah! She's my girlfriend! J/J I have always liked her, she is a great friend.
-Would 4 and 11 make a good couple?
Absolutely not. 4 is married, for one, and I have NO idea what in the world 11 sees in girls these days. I'd be a very bad judge to pair him up with anyone.
-Do you think that 12 is hot?
She's a hottie!! She's a LIZ!
-Would 1 and 17 make a good couple?
17 might think so! hahaha! BUT NO! Besides, 1 is with 3.
-On a scale of 1-10, how cute is 14?
Could this have landed on a better number?! 14 is THE hottest thing since the toaster. So hot in fact, I'd let him have my babies.
-What language does 19 speak?
He totally speaks my language. He speaks Slushi.
-Who is 8 dating?
Well he better not be dating anyone or I'll have him up shit creek so fast he won't know what hit him!! He's married the the ever wonderful number 2. LOVE HIM!
-Is 9 a boy or a girl?
Such a girly girl! "Water with lemon, please." LOVE HER!
-When is the last time you talked to 18?
It's been a few weeks I guess. When I went to take pictures of her squishy baby!!! :)
-What’s 3’s favorite band?
TOOL
-Does 2 have siblings?
Me! Oh and some other biological siblings (but who's counting genes?), Brian, Carrie and Clayton
-Would you ever go on a date with 7?
Um, already have! Who do you think was always in charge of gettin' me shitfaced?
-Is 15 single?
Oh who knows. This girl is always with someone new and I can NEVER keep track. :)
-What’s 4’s middle name?
Todd
-What’s 20’s fantasy?
To marry me!! Duh.
1. Caitlin
2. Kristen R.
3. Edwin
4. Matthew
5. Shana
6. Sue Ann
7. Jacey
8. Brent R.
9. Misty
10. Michael W.
11. Melissa
12. Liz R.
13. Katie
14. Drew
15. Suzanne
16. Sherene
17. Lynette
18. Amanda R.
19. Nathan
20. Clint
-How did you meet 13?
I met her when she started working at our office and I got to train her. LOVE HER!
-What would you do if you never met 5?
I would be very sad. She has turned out to be a great friend and co-worker.
-What do you honestly think of 10?
He is the best brother a girl could ask for, even though he drives me absolutely insane and I am thankful each and every day that we don't live together. :)
-Have you ever liked 1?
Well yeah! She's my girlfriend! J/J I have always liked her, she is a great friend.
-Would 4 and 11 make a good couple?
Absolutely not. 4 is married, for one, and I have NO idea what in the world 11 sees in girls these days. I'd be a very bad judge to pair him up with anyone.
-Do you think that 12 is hot?
She's a hottie!! She's a LIZ!
-Would 1 and 17 make a good couple?
17 might think so! hahaha! BUT NO! Besides, 1 is with 3.
-On a scale of 1-10, how cute is 14?
Could this have landed on a better number?! 14 is THE hottest thing since the toaster. So hot in fact, I'd let him have my babies.
-What language does 19 speak?
He totally speaks my language. He speaks Slushi.
-Who is 8 dating?
Well he better not be dating anyone or I'll have him up shit creek so fast he won't know what hit him!! He's married the the ever wonderful number 2. LOVE HIM!
-Is 9 a boy or a girl?
Such a girly girl! "Water with lemon, please." LOVE HER!
-When is the last time you talked to 18?
It's been a few weeks I guess. When I went to take pictures of her squishy baby!!! :)
-What’s 3’s favorite band?
TOOL
-Does 2 have siblings?
Me! Oh and some other biological siblings (but who's counting genes?), Brian, Carrie and Clayton
-Would you ever go on a date with 7?
Um, already have! Who do you think was always in charge of gettin' me shitfaced?
-Is 15 single?
Oh who knows. This girl is always with someone new and I can NEVER keep track. :)
-What’s 4’s middle name?
Todd
-What’s 20’s fantasy?
To marry me!! Duh.
Ketchup Catch-up
Alrighty, so I guess it is time for a quick update. (JUST TO APPEASE KRISTEN!) :) I am taking a break from studying for finals, so please bear with me...my mind is mush.
Last weekend was GREAT! My best friend Kristen and her DARLING baby Reagan came to stay the weekend with me. It was filled with food, shopping and lots and lots of girl talk. Couldn't have asked for better. Unfortunatley though, poor baby Reagan was allergic to her antibiotic and we had to take her to the Emergency room on Sunday. She is doing just fine but we wanted to make sure that she was okay. Too many stinky diapers for one little tush to endure! Poor baby! We went to lunch that day and she INHALED an entire cup of ranch dressing at Joe's. I don't think I have laughed that hard in quite some time. Seriously, picture a shirtless baby, squealing like a monkey, completely covered in gooey ranch dressing. Priceless. By about noon I was beginning to have a mild headache so we went to eat and I took some medicine. By the time they left at 3ish, my head was swimming. I distincly remember running past Edwin (with such speed that I believe he may have feared for his life) saying, "I don't feel so well." From that point on, from approximately 4:30pm to about 3:00am Monday morning I threw up every solitary hour. I'm not talking mild nausea here people, I'm talking my shoulders KILLED me the next day and it hurt to cough, sneeze or even laugh. At about 1:30 Edwin woke up to me running down the hall to the bathroom. (I still feel really bad about that, Ed.) He said, "I know you're not okay, but are you okay?" Between meek and pathetic wimpers I said, "I don't know." I DON'T KNOW?! Holy crap, I'm retarded. He told me he would sleep with his cell phone and I was to call him if I needed anything. By 3am, I had an iron like taste in my mouth and everything that came up had an orangish/red tint. (I KNOW you wanted to know that!!) I feared I was vomiting blood so I was sitting in bed dialing Edwin's phone number, while putting on my shoes. He answered with a groggy, "hello?" and then got up to drive me to the emergency room. We sat there for a short time while I filled out paper work and then they took me back into triage. We went through all the routine stuff and I had normal vitals aside from dehydration. I was put on an IV with some happy, anti-nausea meds. Prior to that HOWEVER, a nurse attempted to put an IV in the top of my right hand and blew the vain. I later found out by an RN in one of my classes that he was new and she couldn't stand him. Greeeaat... He didn't know to take off the turnicate in order to stop the bleeding until another nurse walked in and told him. Dork. So I have a rather fancy bruise on the top of my hand that gets prettier and prettier every day. There was a nice sized blood stain on my bed too. The nurses response to my bleeding: "Good thing we're putting in an IV in case we need to give you more blood." THANKS! ASS. I am sure he was joking, but yeah, SO NOT FUNNY. The nurse who came to my rescue was nice. I like her. Ms. Rescue Nurse. Dumbass left and Ms. Rescue Nurse went to get Edwin for me. He sat in the hospital with me for 2 HOURS while I slept and got IV fluids. It was 5am before we left the hospital and then he took me to the pharmacy to fill my "anti-nausea-heaven-in-a-tube". If that's not a great friend, I don't know what is. Is there some kind of medal for that? Well, there should be. I missed the next two days of work and school and lost 10 pounds in the process. I have yet to eat three meals a day but I was however able to eat an ENTIRE meal yesterday without the slightest hint of "OMG! I'm gonna be sick." It was the first time I hadn't felt sick after eating. YAY!
My sick days have now rolled into Final's Week and a whole new form of nausea. Before any of that gets started though, I had one last hurrah! Katie, Misty and I went to OKC yesterday to go shopping for one of our adopted Christmas families. We had raised (with the help of MY FAMILY!) over $600. We were able to adopt two families and SPOIL.THEM.ROTTEN. We had two carts worth of goodies and had to make two trips to the car. I'm not kidding. This kid is going to have an amazing Christmas. I wish so badly that we could be there to see him open his gifts. I can only imagine how happy the mom will be too. Not only did she get great gifts as well, but to see the look on Nicholas' face when he sees what Santa brought? Magical. I am so honored to be involved in such a great project and I am doubly blessed at the great family I have for donating. You have truly helped a mothers wish come true this Christmas. Next week, we are going again!! This time for 2 year old Caden. I am so excited! I look forward to this every year!
NOW, let the nausea set in. I got up this morning and got ready for church early so I could sit and study before we left. Church was great today as always and I left feeling renewed. We went and met Edwin's parents for lunch at Mazzio's and then headed home for more studying. I worked on my identifications and essay's for history and then began the task of studying for macroeconomics. My two worst tests are TOMORROW! My friend Melissa is coming over in a few minutes and we are going to work on macro together. Maybe if we tag team this beast, we'll survive. Ugh.
Last weekend was GREAT! My best friend Kristen and her DARLING baby Reagan came to stay the weekend with me. It was filled with food, shopping and lots and lots of girl talk. Couldn't have asked for better. Unfortunatley though, poor baby Reagan was allergic to her antibiotic and we had to take her to the Emergency room on Sunday. She is doing just fine but we wanted to make sure that she was okay. Too many stinky diapers for one little tush to endure! Poor baby! We went to lunch that day and she INHALED an entire cup of ranch dressing at Joe's. I don't think I have laughed that hard in quite some time. Seriously, picture a shirtless baby, squealing like a monkey, completely covered in gooey ranch dressing. Priceless. By about noon I was beginning to have a mild headache so we went to eat and I took some medicine. By the time they left at 3ish, my head was swimming. I distincly remember running past Edwin (with such speed that I believe he may have feared for his life) saying, "I don't feel so well." From that point on, from approximately 4:30pm to about 3:00am Monday morning I threw up every solitary hour. I'm not talking mild nausea here people, I'm talking my shoulders KILLED me the next day and it hurt to cough, sneeze or even laugh. At about 1:30 Edwin woke up to me running down the hall to the bathroom. (I still feel really bad about that, Ed.) He said, "I know you're not okay, but are you okay?" Between meek and pathetic wimpers I said, "I don't know." I DON'T KNOW?! Holy crap, I'm retarded. He told me he would sleep with his cell phone and I was to call him if I needed anything. By 3am, I had an iron like taste in my mouth and everything that came up had an orangish/red tint. (I KNOW you wanted to know that!!) I feared I was vomiting blood so I was sitting in bed dialing Edwin's phone number, while putting on my shoes. He answered with a groggy, "hello?" and then got up to drive me to the emergency room. We sat there for a short time while I filled out paper work and then they took me back into triage. We went through all the routine stuff and I had normal vitals aside from dehydration. I was put on an IV with some happy, anti-nausea meds. Prior to that HOWEVER, a nurse attempted to put an IV in the top of my right hand and blew the vain. I later found out by an RN in one of my classes that he was new and she couldn't stand him. Greeeaat... He didn't know to take off the turnicate in order to stop the bleeding until another nurse walked in and told him. Dork. So I have a rather fancy bruise on the top of my hand that gets prettier and prettier every day. There was a nice sized blood stain on my bed too. The nurses response to my bleeding: "Good thing we're putting in an IV in case we need to give you more blood." THANKS! ASS. I am sure he was joking, but yeah, SO NOT FUNNY. The nurse who came to my rescue was nice. I like her. Ms. Rescue Nurse. Dumbass left and Ms. Rescue Nurse went to get Edwin for me. He sat in the hospital with me for 2 HOURS while I slept and got IV fluids. It was 5am before we left the hospital and then he took me to the pharmacy to fill my "anti-nausea-heaven-in-a-tube". If that's not a great friend, I don't know what is. Is there some kind of medal for that? Well, there should be. I missed the next two days of work and school and lost 10 pounds in the process. I have yet to eat three meals a day but I was however able to eat an ENTIRE meal yesterday without the slightest hint of "OMG! I'm gonna be sick." It was the first time I hadn't felt sick after eating. YAY!
My sick days have now rolled into Final's Week and a whole new form of nausea. Before any of that gets started though, I had one last hurrah! Katie, Misty and I went to OKC yesterday to go shopping for one of our adopted Christmas families. We had raised (with the help of MY FAMILY!) over $600. We were able to adopt two families and SPOIL.THEM.ROTTEN. We had two carts worth of goodies and had to make two trips to the car. I'm not kidding. This kid is going to have an amazing Christmas. I wish so badly that we could be there to see him open his gifts. I can only imagine how happy the mom will be too. Not only did she get great gifts as well, but to see the look on Nicholas' face when he sees what Santa brought? Magical. I am so honored to be involved in such a great project and I am doubly blessed at the great family I have for donating. You have truly helped a mothers wish come true this Christmas. Next week, we are going again!! This time for 2 year old Caden. I am so excited! I look forward to this every year!
NOW, let the nausea set in. I got up this morning and got ready for church early so I could sit and study before we left. Church was great today as always and I left feeling renewed. We went and met Edwin's parents for lunch at Mazzio's and then headed home for more studying. I worked on my identifications and essay's for history and then began the task of studying for macroeconomics. My two worst tests are TOMORROW! My friend Melissa is coming over in a few minutes and we are going to work on macro together. Maybe if we tag team this beast, we'll survive. Ugh.
Thursday, December 01, 2005
While I'm here...
I'm totally going to steal this from Steph because I think it is a fun idea! I created a list a while back called "100 Things About Me". Well, nows your chance to fill in your answers. Email me here and tell me one or more things about myself. Good or bad, they will all be added to the list of "100 Things About Me: By You". What fun! Or not? Be gentle. :)
Also, as mentioned in the previous post, I have to take 6 of my best photographs from the past 2 months to my class on Tuesday night. Are there any specific photos that any of you have liked that you think might qualify as one of my best?
Also, as mentioned in the previous post, I have to take 6 of my best photographs from the past 2 months to my class on Tuesday night. Are there any specific photos that any of you have liked that you think might qualify as one of my best?
Bad Landings
Today I am discussing bad landings, but in more than one context.
First off, the flight home from St. Louis was AWFUL. The whole flight was unbelievably turbulent and I had to continuously pray that I wouldn't throw up on anyone. Not to mention, praying that we wouldn't crash. Multiple times our altitude dropped and I got that weird "wee" feeling you get when you drive over a big, unexpected hill. Or when you sail over the top of a great roller-coaster. This however, was not nearly as fun and I never once said "wee". As we were coming in for our landing, a decrease in speed was not felt and sent many passengers into a panic. Myself included. We were coming in at a dramatic angle and the man sitting next to me kept repeating, "Straighten up. Please straighten up." Our left rear tire hit the runway and we bounced off. Our right rear tire hit, we bounced. Finally, both tires hit at the same time and we were greeted by the runway. Passengers grabbed the seats in front of them to brace themselves agains the force and then held on as we finally reduced speed. Remember when you were 16 and learning to drive? You would hit the brake before you even knew how touchy it was and it would throw you and your passengers hurtling into your seatbelts? Yeah, so happened. When we finally came to a full stop, we all looked around at each other as if to say, "We made it?" The poor girl in front of me was white as a sheet. A dear woman across the aisle held her hand for majority of the flight and talked about random facts of life in order to distract her. The dear soul who had been sitting next to me said, "Interesting flight, huh?" I replied with, "Yes. Interesting landing." I then asked if he had been praying. He said yes with a somewhat sheepish grin. I prodded him more. "That I wouldn't throw up on you?" His grin grew as he nodded and said yes. :) We arrived safe and sound. I got off the plane and with hands shaking, called both of my parents to let them know that I had arrived. In movie fashion, I saw Edwin and Caitlin walk through the doors just as I was coming down the escalator. I went straight to Cait and gave her a big hug. "That was the worst flight EVER!" I was so glad to be on solid ground. We stood at baggage claim for a good half hour before we realized we were at the wrong carousel. Damnit. We had to go to the security desk and then back to an office where all unclaimed luggage gets hoarded. We found my bag and finally began the treck home. The wind had not let up at all and Edwin 'white-knuckled' it the whole way home. He did an amazing job, because I never even noticed that it was windy. I nodded off everynow and again and the next thing I knew, we were home. Home, Sweet Home.
On a completely different subject, I have been concidering changing my major to Journalism with an emphasis on Public Relations. I genuinely think this will make me happier than business ever could. However, I'm terrified. People always tell me I'm a good writer, but I have my own distinct style. I write like I talk and don't always use the appropriate punctuation. Or phrasing. And I worry that sometimes people compliment my writing merely to make me feel good. As much as I dearly appreciate that, I worry about it, because I am guilty of doing that. I dated a guy who I told all the time he was a wonderful singer because I knew it made him feel good about himself and I worried that he had a low self esteem. Now, I am haunted by the image that he may attempt music as a career and he will get laughed off the stage and that I will have had a hand in it. I don't want to be laughed off the job, people! And photography. There's another one. I love photography, but I am really good? What if everyone is telling me this because, "Oh, Liz needs something to make her feel good about herself." What if I really suck?! And in photography class on Tuesday I have to take 6 of my favorite photographs and have them critiqued. What if he laughs and is like, "You want to do what for a living?" What if I land myself in a job that I think I love and come to find out, I have zero talent for? Part of me thinks I should continue my mundane path of a Business degree and take the 'safe' route. The other part of me says, "Take a chance, Liz! For once in your life, be brave."
First off, the flight home from St. Louis was AWFUL. The whole flight was unbelievably turbulent and I had to continuously pray that I wouldn't throw up on anyone. Not to mention, praying that we wouldn't crash. Multiple times our altitude dropped and I got that weird "wee" feeling you get when you drive over a big, unexpected hill. Or when you sail over the top of a great roller-coaster. This however, was not nearly as fun and I never once said "wee". As we were coming in for our landing, a decrease in speed was not felt and sent many passengers into a panic. Myself included. We were coming in at a dramatic angle and the man sitting next to me kept repeating, "Straighten up. Please straighten up." Our left rear tire hit the runway and we bounced off. Our right rear tire hit, we bounced. Finally, both tires hit at the same time and we were greeted by the runway. Passengers grabbed the seats in front of them to brace themselves agains the force and then held on as we finally reduced speed. Remember when you were 16 and learning to drive? You would hit the brake before you even knew how touchy it was and it would throw you and your passengers hurtling into your seatbelts? Yeah, so happened. When we finally came to a full stop, we all looked around at each other as if to say, "We made it?" The poor girl in front of me was white as a sheet. A dear woman across the aisle held her hand for majority of the flight and talked about random facts of life in order to distract her. The dear soul who had been sitting next to me said, "Interesting flight, huh?" I replied with, "Yes. Interesting landing." I then asked if he had been praying. He said yes with a somewhat sheepish grin. I prodded him more. "That I wouldn't throw up on you?" His grin grew as he nodded and said yes. :) We arrived safe and sound. I got off the plane and with hands shaking, called both of my parents to let them know that I had arrived. In movie fashion, I saw Edwin and Caitlin walk through the doors just as I was coming down the escalator. I went straight to Cait and gave her a big hug. "That was the worst flight EVER!" I was so glad to be on solid ground. We stood at baggage claim for a good half hour before we realized we were at the wrong carousel. Damnit. We had to go to the security desk and then back to an office where all unclaimed luggage gets hoarded. We found my bag and finally began the treck home. The wind had not let up at all and Edwin 'white-knuckled' it the whole way home. He did an amazing job, because I never even noticed that it was windy. I nodded off everynow and again and the next thing I knew, we were home. Home, Sweet Home.
On a completely different subject, I have been concidering changing my major to Journalism with an emphasis on Public Relations. I genuinely think this will make me happier than business ever could. However, I'm terrified. People always tell me I'm a good writer, but I have my own distinct style. I write like I talk and don't always use the appropriate punctuation. Or phrasing. And I worry that sometimes people compliment my writing merely to make me feel good. As much as I dearly appreciate that, I worry about it, because I am guilty of doing that. I dated a guy who I told all the time he was a wonderful singer because I knew it made him feel good about himself and I worried that he had a low self esteem. Now, I am haunted by the image that he may attempt music as a career and he will get laughed off the stage and that I will have had a hand in it. I don't want to be laughed off the job, people! And photography. There's another one. I love photography, but I am really good? What if everyone is telling me this because, "Oh, Liz needs something to make her feel good about herself." What if I really suck?! And in photography class on Tuesday I have to take 6 of my favorite photographs and have them critiqued. What if he laughs and is like, "You want to do what for a living?" What if I land myself in a job that I think I love and come to find out, I have zero talent for? Part of me thinks I should continue my mundane path of a Business degree and take the 'safe' route. The other part of me says, "Take a chance, Liz! For once in your life, be brave."
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