Joseph: Happy singles awareness day! :)
Me: I'm suppose to be aware I'm single? Who knew.
Joseph: Ya, today is a nationally recognized day for all single people to feel depressed and to be made fun of by those fortunate enough to be married.
Me: So I shouldn't be happy with my life, and satisfied.
Joseph: Typically singles sit at home by themselves in the evening watching a chick flick with a carton of chocolate ice cream.
Me: Minus the chocolate ice cream, sounds like my plans. Want to join me?
Joseph: Join you? ...
Me: So that's a no.
Me: Would it help if I said I had chocolate pudding?
Needless to say that successfully ended our text conversation. Far too many retorts spun in his mind. We talked for about an hour. Hard to be SAD when your best girly friend is so chipper on the phone with you. :) sorry Joseph, I had nothing but happy thoughts all evening. I even enjoyed my movies. Although some company is always welcome.
Maybe next year we'll think of it before dark. Your still my ling distance valentine; happy SAD day.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Over Thinking
Everytime I come to post something my mind draws a blank.
Similar to the scene in Mom's favorite movie, You've Got Mail, I sit at my computer trying to come up with the perfect thing to say (Meg Ryan is talking about an insult) and nothing, a complete blank. How frusterating. Put me in my car, hour drive back to work or home, and I'm rife with witty ideas and moninomes. Reading books my mind rearranges funny scenes, or commentary that would entertain. Even watching Masterpiece Theater I come up with ideas. But with the keyboard at my fingertips, computer at the ready, I am paralized mentally. Frozen at the inability to articulate.
Suddenly I'm back to looking across the dance floor at that guy I might, maybe, possibly get a crush on. Where a smile is suddenly all I've got to offer. Get him to laugh, nope, that's saved for recollections of sudden stupidity later on at home when I recount my wonderful adventures of "Silly Girl Syndrome" once again striking. Tanner will bemoan my lack of finese, and lack of getting kissed. Mom and Dad internal groan at the irrationality of it all. Steph, being recently cured of my ill fated ilk, laughs. Naturally all reactions pick me up and remind me that eventually I'll find my odd voice again. Some random fact will filter it's way to the top.
Perfect example is regaling my crew Saturday night about why I was asked to draw a line up the back of a girl's nylons for a 1940's skit. Why I knew the necessity of this simple act, and could expound on it to the point of expalining why having a soilder for a beau was not just a social, but a beneficial part of life, is beyond me.
Still, for this odd moment of run-a-way thoughts scribbles of a page; full of spelling errors, life is good. I'm enjoying it.
'Till I get my mind repaired. Love you all. Have a wonderful V-day!
Similar to the scene in Mom's favorite movie, You've Got Mail, I sit at my computer trying to come up with the perfect thing to say (Meg Ryan is talking about an insult) and nothing, a complete blank. How frusterating. Put me in my car, hour drive back to work or home, and I'm rife with witty ideas and moninomes. Reading books my mind rearranges funny scenes, or commentary that would entertain. Even watching Masterpiece Theater I come up with ideas. But with the keyboard at my fingertips, computer at the ready, I am paralized mentally. Frozen at the inability to articulate.
Suddenly I'm back to looking across the dance floor at that guy I might, maybe, possibly get a crush on. Where a smile is suddenly all I've got to offer. Get him to laugh, nope, that's saved for recollections of sudden stupidity later on at home when I recount my wonderful adventures of "Silly Girl Syndrome" once again striking. Tanner will bemoan my lack of finese, and lack of getting kissed. Mom and Dad internal groan at the irrationality of it all. Steph, being recently cured of my ill fated ilk, laughs. Naturally all reactions pick me up and remind me that eventually I'll find my odd voice again. Some random fact will filter it's way to the top.
Perfect example is regaling my crew Saturday night about why I was asked to draw a line up the back of a girl's nylons for a 1940's skit. Why I knew the necessity of this simple act, and could expound on it to the point of expalining why having a soilder for a beau was not just a social, but a beneficial part of life, is beyond me.
Still, for this odd moment of run-a-way thoughts scribbles of a page; full of spelling errors, life is good. I'm enjoying it.
'Till I get my mind repaired. Love you all. Have a wonderful V-day!
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Finally Done
This is what all of the college students are thinking now this week is over. Finals are finally done. This means relaxation, time to read, watch movies, chill with family and friends. No more late nights of little sleep. No more Christmas parties, missing red napkins, centerpieces, boxing leftovers. Yep, I get a break too. How exciting is that! Maybe not to you, but for me that is thrilling news.
I get Friday nights back, Saturday's, and no more hours of overtime. (Sadly this is a regular for Fall semester in my life.) For the next few weeks no one will notice if I go in before seven, or leave by one. Who care's about taking breaks when I don't have to work eight hour days?!
Yea for the end of the semester!
In other happy news. Maxwell turned two. He got a basket ball hoop, that he can barely reach with his hands over his head, the "Christmas Classics" on DVD, which he sat down mezmorized!, and a box of crayons with a blank coloring book, which he immediately wanted to open and color with Grandma for the next 15 minutes (stopping only with the departure/distraction of his grandma & uncles). Mostly he understood that he go presents, and all his loved ones where there. We had one happy kid! Sammyh fell asleep on Dad's chest (that's a rarity), and Kaleb was just as exhausted. All we needed was Emma, Sydney, Aiden and Taylor to complete the family surrounded by kids. :) We love you and hope it will come soon.
In the meantime Happy Christmas everyone.
I get Friday nights back, Saturday's, and no more hours of overtime. (Sadly this is a regular for Fall semester in my life.) For the next few weeks no one will notice if I go in before seven, or leave by one. Who care's about taking breaks when I don't have to work eight hour days?!
Yea for the end of the semester!
In other happy news. Maxwell turned two. He got a basket ball hoop, that he can barely reach with his hands over his head, the "Christmas Classics" on DVD, which he sat down mezmorized!, and a box of crayons with a blank coloring book, which he immediately wanted to open and color with Grandma for the next 15 minutes (stopping only with the departure/distraction of his grandma & uncles). Mostly he understood that he go presents, and all his loved ones where there. We had one happy kid! Sammyh fell asleep on Dad's chest (that's a rarity), and Kaleb was just as exhausted. All we needed was Emma, Sydney, Aiden and Taylor to complete the family surrounded by kids. :) We love you and hope it will come soon.
In the meantime Happy Christmas everyone.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Lost Furniture
Beth moved out to day. I watched our roommate Nancy, her face saddened in moments as the dressers, book shelves and such filed out. Leaving, not only Nancy with unwanted change, but the house as well.
Empty in point of fact. No couches, kitchen table, chairs, TV stand. TV's only here due to extra's at Beth's new place. The whole place is lonely. Abandoned and bare. Walls, floors, whole rooms echoing with footsteps. Cabinet contents on painted blue kitchen wood floorboards. It does, in truth, feel odd. Sitting on a sleeping bag watching Dr Who, nothing other than me, the computer, and televison. Sad for a Saturday night? Still, terribly entertaining.
Empty in point of fact. No couches, kitchen table, chairs, TV stand. TV's only here due to extra's at Beth's new place. The whole place is lonely. Abandoned and bare. Walls, floors, whole rooms echoing with footsteps. Cabinet contents on painted blue kitchen wood floorboards. It does, in truth, feel odd. Sitting on a sleeping bag watching Dr Who, nothing other than me, the computer, and televison. Sad for a Saturday night? Still, terribly entertaining.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Reading
Reading frenzy. Doing so for hours on end are wonderful. Tragicly working too much does place some time restictions. Happily I have a new excuse to read. I help evaluate books for the local library for their reader's choice. Nicest part of the who situation, I get to read more than my typical type of fiction.
While reading the latest list from the library I found a few that I really enjoyed.
The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane
The Postmistress
The Goodbye Season
The Day the Falls Stood Still
The Glassblower of Murano
Hmm, do all books start with the?
To see more go to http://www.slcreaderschoice.blogspot.com/
While reading the latest list from the library I found a few that I really enjoyed.
The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane
The Postmistress
The Goodbye Season
The Day the Falls Stood Still
The Glassblower of Murano
Hmm, do all books start with the?
To see more go to http://www.slcreaderschoice.blogspot.com/
Monday, May 3, 2010
Found this great site when I was looking around for work... Ok, so this is exactly my type of place to look. Man, wish I could make stuff off the top of my head like this. Guess you'll have to look up and see what I'm talking about. It's going to stay on my list of stuff to make. I'm definatly adding thyme in my garden.
http://sproutedkitchen.com/
HONEY ROASTED PEARS posted on Thursday, April 15, 2010
http://sproutedkitchen.com/
HONEY ROASTED PEARS posted on Thursday, April 15, 2010
So I read this on the bottom a coworker of mine. It made me laugh. Of course, you have to understand, this is somewhat internal complaint, but what can you do. It seems to fit so nicely with any corporate/business. :)
"To err is human, to forgive is not the standard operating procedure, and to really foul things up is where I come in!"
"To err is human, to forgive is not the standard operating procedure, and to really foul things up is where I come in!"
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