That would be the time that the construction workers started gutting the house next door that was ravaged by a fire in December. I was a tad upset to be awakened by the pounding and the drilling and all the other sounds that accompany demolishing the inside of a house, but whay could I do?
I made a new blog header...and yes, those are cookies.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
I am not old, I am not old, I am not old.....
Last night one of my friends had the great idea of going roller skating for her birthday. Mind you, we are all above the age of 22, and I myself am 26. Roller skating with a bunch of people your own age? Probably a fun idea. Roller skating with five other people your age and then 200 elementary school and middle school kids? We should've ran for our life when we couldn't get the lockers to work.
Don't get me wrong, while the sight of teens and tweens roller skating after each other and munching on giant pickles was endearing for almost a full second, it was the smell of sweaty boys mixed with the sickly sweet stench of too much girly perfume that really took me back.
They stood around, strictly divided by gender, a gaggle of girls not more than 5 feet away from the groups of boys that caught their interest. Every once in a while a lone being would dart out on some covert-op to tell so-and-so in the boys group that so-and-so in the girls group liked them, and would they couple skate with them? And then race back giggling and squeaking to their friend to report the results. There were, perhaps, an oddball or two that actually sat next to a person of the opposite sex, and even *gasp* held hands or talked.
My friends and I skated for about an hour, and that was all we needed to fulfill out 6 dollars and 50 cents worth of good times we paid for. And then we hightailed it out of there because we could, we were probably the only ones who had driven ourselves to the skating rink in the first place. And we were definitely the only ones who could go out for drinks afterwards, to laugh about how we had been called 'old people' by a kid with an awesome mullet.
I'm not saying I didn't have a good time, because I did. I haven't laughed that hard for that long in really quite a while. I'm just saying I've had my fill and don't need to go roller skating again for another 8-10 years.
Don't get me wrong, while the sight of teens and tweens roller skating after each other and munching on giant pickles was endearing for almost a full second, it was the smell of sweaty boys mixed with the sickly sweet stench of too much girly perfume that really took me back.
They stood around, strictly divided by gender, a gaggle of girls not more than 5 feet away from the groups of boys that caught their interest. Every once in a while a lone being would dart out on some covert-op to tell so-and-so in the boys group that so-and-so in the girls group liked them, and would they couple skate with them? And then race back giggling and squeaking to their friend to report the results. There were, perhaps, an oddball or two that actually sat next to a person of the opposite sex, and even *gasp* held hands or talked.
My friends and I skated for about an hour, and that was all we needed to fulfill out 6 dollars and 50 cents worth of good times we paid for. And then we hightailed it out of there because we could, we were probably the only ones who had driven ourselves to the skating rink in the first place. And we were definitely the only ones who could go out for drinks afterwards, to laugh about how we had been called 'old people' by a kid with an awesome mullet.
I'm not saying I didn't have a good time, because I did. I haven't laughed that hard for that long in really quite a while. I'm just saying I've had my fill and don't need to go roller skating again for another 8-10 years.
Monday, February 18, 2008
shameless self-promotion
Check out our (newly updated!)website:
www.bephotography.org
It's what Ben and I do sometimes. And hopefully, more often. So if you know anyone in our area in need of a wedding photographer, send them our way!
And the link is always in my sidebar.
Back to your normally scheduled internet perusing.
www.bephotography.org
It's what Ben and I do sometimes. And hopefully, more often. So if you know anyone in our area in need of a wedding photographer, send them our way!
And the link is always in my sidebar.
Back to your normally scheduled internet perusing.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Week One
It's week one without a paycheck from my side. I only freaked out semi-ridiculously one Wednesday when there was nothing to deposit. I think it's because I used up all my crazy the Saturday before when we did our taxes and were presented with the results. I've never really known the meaning of the word 'unconsolable' since I've been married to Ben, but I was truly ugly on Saturday. Snot running down my face, incoherent, I need more than just a couple of kleenexes ugly. I mean really, I'm surprised Ben can look at me after that business.
So when I start to feel a little lost, I just think, ' I would rather be here and a little lost than in that horrible spa with those horrible people turning into a horrible me.'
Also, school helps. I am so so glad that the timing worked out and I can throw myself into school.
Did I tell you I am going to massage therapy school?
So when I start to feel a little lost, I just think, ' I would rather be here and a little lost than in that horrible spa with those horrible people turning into a horrible me.'
Also, school helps. I am so so glad that the timing worked out and I can throw myself into school.
Did I tell you I am going to massage therapy school?
Sunday, February 10, 2008
A wrap up of January and Half of February, Bridget Jones Style.
Feb 10 --
number of jobs quit - 1
number of bosses told that they were unethical, lying, deceitful, manipulative people who no one wanted to be around(in a letter) - 2
number of breakdowns since job was quit - 2
number of Saturdays spent sleeping in gloriously instead of going to work - 1
number of other employees who congratulated me on quitting - all 12 of them
number of times I have said "I hate the tax season" in the past 24 hours - 4,567
number of students in our household as of last week: 1 (me!)
number of students in our household going to massage therapy school - 1
number of years I have been thinking about said schooling and job - roughly one year
number of bachelor degrees I already have and already feel guilty about not using to their full potential - 1 (Hi, ESU education department!!)
number of times I have ever caucused in my life: 1
number of times I have caucused and stood in line in the sleet and snow for a hour, nearly losing my toes and my cheeks, until a blessed woman came and gave us hot cholcolate form McDonalds, because the state of Kansas expected 500 people and got about 5000, but I stood in line simply because we believed in what was happening - 1
number of jobs quit - 1
number of bosses told that they were unethical, lying, deceitful, manipulative people who no one wanted to be around(in a letter) - 2
number of breakdowns since job was quit - 2
number of Saturdays spent sleeping in gloriously instead of going to work - 1
number of other employees who congratulated me on quitting - all 12 of them
number of times I have said "I hate the tax season" in the past 24 hours - 4,567
number of students in our household as of last week: 1 (me!)
number of students in our household going to massage therapy school - 1
number of years I have been thinking about said schooling and job - roughly one year
number of bachelor degrees I already have and already feel guilty about not using to their full potential - 1 (Hi, ESU education department!!)
number of times I have ever caucused in my life: 1
number of times I have caucused and stood in line in the sleet and snow for a hour, nearly losing my toes and my cheeks, until a blessed woman came and gave us hot cholcolate form McDonalds, because the state of Kansas expected 500 people and got about 5000, but I stood in line simply because we believed in what was happening - 1
Friday, February 1, 2008
This is Ollie:
Ollie can now flush the toilet, and has proceeded to do so about every hour on the hour.
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