I am bored out of my freaking mind. No one is around, no one is home, and I've had all the channel surfing one girl can stand for a day.
What to do? What to do?
Free Day
Oh happy half a day today.
Come 11:30 this morning, I'll be logging off, shutting down and punching out to enjoy the remainder of the weekend work free.
Come 11:30 this morning, I'll be logging off, shutting down and punching out to enjoy the remainder of the weekend work free.
Who'd a Thunk?
You're Watership Down!
by Richard Adams
Though many think of you as a bit young, even childish, you're
actually incredibly deep and complex. You show people the need to rethink their
assumptions, and confront them on everything from how they think to where they
build their houses. You might be one of the greatest people of all time. You'd
be recognized as such if you weren't always talking about talking rabbits.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
Someone Other Than Me
Isn't it crazy for me to be sitting here, trying to think of one thing to say, when there's a hundred things I'd like to scream at the top of my lungs.
I'm like a thousand little pieces of me, bundled up like a pack of letters waiting to be dropped into the mail, waiting to be opened, read and responded to.
I used to think I could come here and say whatever the hell I wanted to say, but lately I've come to realize how much censoring I've been doing.
Without the disguise of anonymity, it's become almost impossible to write without holding a lot of myself back.
So the question now is how do I get around this? Do I save all my really personal thoughts to write on my "Other" blog or do I say fuck it and write it all down again here?
I'm like a thousand little pieces of me, bundled up like a pack of letters waiting to be dropped into the mail, waiting to be opened, read and responded to.
I used to think I could come here and say whatever the hell I wanted to say, but lately I've come to realize how much censoring I've been doing.
Without the disguise of anonymity, it's become almost impossible to write without holding a lot of myself back.
So the question now is how do I get around this? Do I save all my really personal thoughts to write on my "Other" blog or do I say fuck it and write it all down again here?
Home Again, Home Again
The best part about going away is always coming home.
Goodnight all. I am seriously exhausted.
Goodnight all. I am seriously exhausted.
Playing Anti-Social
All hail the sweet sound of silence.
Class is over, dinner is done and I'm up here, alone in my hotel room just enjoying the quiet of being alone. Where everyone else is at this very moment in time, I could care less as I am in full do not disturb me mode.
I have come to this conclusiosn: I am ready to go home, and ready to be home.
Which leads me to think that Marco Polo's blood runs nowhere in my veins.
Oh ugh ... Loud voices in the hallway can only mean one thing.
They're back!
Class is over, dinner is done and I'm up here, alone in my hotel room just enjoying the quiet of being alone. Where everyone else is at this very moment in time, I could care less as I am in full do not disturb me mode.
I have come to this conclusiosn: I am ready to go home, and ready to be home.
Which leads me to think that Marco Polo's blood runs nowhere in my veins.
Oh ugh ... Loud voices in the hallway can only mean one thing.
They're back!
Long Day Running
Let me start off by saying ...
I am so tired I could sleep for a week. Not only did they wake me up at an ungodly hour - considering what time I went to bed - but they expected me to be Suzie Sunshine on the zip and go tour of Atlanta.
The question is ...
How many miles did I walk today?
And why was I having bad memory flashbacks of the walking tour in Boston? And why is it always all uphill? (If that's you - MOM - laughing ... You can stop now.)
So I'm making coffee. Yes, coffee. Why it is at this time of night I want to drink a cup of coffee is beyond me. Let's just call it a craving. A crazy craving.
And OWWWW ... Cause I just burnt my tongue! These sort of things do not happen with hot chocolate.
You know, ever since I saw that dateline episode - "JUST HOW CLEAN IS YOUR HOTEL ROOM?" - it's really put a damper on the whole staying out of town luxury feeling.
Last night as I laid my head down on one of the four pillows spread across the king size bed, all I could think about is what I would see if only I were in possession of a blacklight. It took me about two seconds to figure out that in this case, ignorance is bliss. Some things are better left to the unknown.
The room however nice is not home.
Which reminds me ...
I hope someone remembered to feed Emma today, and the fish, and give KC a goodnight hug and kiss from me since it was too late to call her tonight when we got back. It was too late to call lots of people even though the temptation was great. I hope at least they had sweet dreams.
So back to Atlanta ... Where I spent my entire day ... Walking. Nothing compares to being outside in February without a coat, being able to breathe without various body parts freezing and falling off, and seeing the world from a new point of view.
Atlanta is excitement and entertainment. Always something new around the next corner. It's cities underground, architecture that takes your breath away, and some of the friendliest people I have come across in a long time.
You know ... I'm not done posting. But I am done posting. I'm not even going to proof this to see if I've made any sense. More important things have arised.
Until tomorrow. This is Stacey, over and out.
I am so tired I could sleep for a week. Not only did they wake me up at an ungodly hour - considering what time I went to bed - but they expected me to be Suzie Sunshine on the zip and go tour of Atlanta.
The question is ...
How many miles did I walk today?
And why was I having bad memory flashbacks of the walking tour in Boston? And why is it always all uphill? (If that's you - MOM - laughing ... You can stop now.)
So I'm making coffee. Yes, coffee. Why it is at this time of night I want to drink a cup of coffee is beyond me. Let's just call it a craving. A crazy craving.
And OWWWW ... Cause I just burnt my tongue! These sort of things do not happen with hot chocolate.
You know, ever since I saw that dateline episode - "JUST HOW CLEAN IS YOUR HOTEL ROOM?" - it's really put a damper on the whole staying out of town luxury feeling.
Last night as I laid my head down on one of the four pillows spread across the king size bed, all I could think about is what I would see if only I were in possession of a blacklight. It took me about two seconds to figure out that in this case, ignorance is bliss. Some things are better left to the unknown.
The room however nice is not home.
Which reminds me ...
I hope someone remembered to feed Emma today, and the fish, and give KC a goodnight hug and kiss from me since it was too late to call her tonight when we got back. It was too late to call lots of people even though the temptation was great. I hope at least they had sweet dreams.
So back to Atlanta ... Where I spent my entire day ... Walking. Nothing compares to being outside in February without a coat, being able to breathe without various body parts freezing and falling off, and seeing the world from a new point of view.
Atlanta is excitement and entertainment. Always something new around the next corner. It's cities underground, architecture that takes your breath away, and some of the friendliest people I have come across in a long time.
You know ... I'm not done posting. But I am done posting. I'm not even going to proof this to see if I've made any sense. More important things have arised.
Until tomorrow. This is Stacey, over and out.
Leaving On a Jet Plane
Today is the day.
A few last minute things to do, a few last minute things to pack and then I am off to Atlanta (again) although this time with the pleasure of company. A great relief for me, as I am quite convinced that there is nothing worse in this entire world then traveling alone, especially when one is cursed with a horrid sense of direction and the gift of getting lost frequently.
So this is good. Because this means I don't have to put on the tough girl act and pretend I'm confident moving around the Atlanta airport, trying to remember how I'm supposed to find the shuttle that will take us to the hotel. As far as I'm concerned, I'm just going to keep my mouth shut and follow. Toni and Doug can worry about getting us all where we need to be.
Still if I had my choice, I wouldn't be going at all. KC was with her Dad most of the week, and it would be nice to have the weekend to do something special together. But knowing KC, she'll be more than happy to spend time at Grandpa's while I'm gone. (Just as long as I bring her back a surprise.)
I'm still debating on whether or not I'm going to bring my laptop. In the scheme of things, it just becomes another thing to carry, and since I don't know how long these meetings are going to last, I wonder if I'll even get the chance to use it. I guess we'll all find out together if NWTLO gets updated during the next couple of days. If not, it's okay to miss me while I'm gone.
So enough typing already! I better get a move on before the plane takes off without me. Can you imagine trying to explain yourself out of that on a Monday morning?
(Happy birthday Nana. I still miss you more than mere words can say.
Li manco ...
Per sempre e fino alla conclusione di tempo, il mio amore sara eternal.)
A few last minute things to do, a few last minute things to pack and then I am off to Atlanta (again) although this time with the pleasure of company. A great relief for me, as I am quite convinced that there is nothing worse in this entire world then traveling alone, especially when one is cursed with a horrid sense of direction and the gift of getting lost frequently.
So this is good. Because this means I don't have to put on the tough girl act and pretend I'm confident moving around the Atlanta airport, trying to remember how I'm supposed to find the shuttle that will take us to the hotel. As far as I'm concerned, I'm just going to keep my mouth shut and follow. Toni and Doug can worry about getting us all where we need to be.
Still if I had my choice, I wouldn't be going at all. KC was with her Dad most of the week, and it would be nice to have the weekend to do something special together. But knowing KC, she'll be more than happy to spend time at Grandpa's while I'm gone. (Just as long as I bring her back a surprise.)
I'm still debating on whether or not I'm going to bring my laptop. In the scheme of things, it just becomes another thing to carry, and since I don't know how long these meetings are going to last, I wonder if I'll even get the chance to use it. I guess we'll all find out together if NWTLO gets updated during the next couple of days. If not, it's okay to miss me while I'm gone.
So enough typing already! I better get a move on before the plane takes off without me. Can you imagine trying to explain yourself out of that on a Monday morning?
(Happy birthday Nana. I still miss you more than mere words can say.
Li manco ...
Per sempre e fino alla conclusione di tempo, il mio amore sara eternal.)
Dreams
I crave inertia every move made, so I can stop.
Whatever this madness is in me, spinning like a top.
Second night no sleep.
Last night went pretty much like this, except I stayed in bed, eyes open in the darkness, trying to count imaginary sheep in my head.
I think it had something to do with the wolves.
The wolves in my dreams that were biting at my heels as I tried to run away. Hiding under a canopy of gnarled tree branches, that looked like the hands of an old wizard cloaked in twilight, as they growled and mashed their teeth. Showing off the whiteness of their fangs against their dark black coats, as they pressed their circle around me. Coming closer with each footfall.
Is it any wonder why I'm awake? And yet I wonder how this dream is comparable to some of the others I have had.
Take for instance the chicken dream from a week before. I can't remember if I blogged about it or not, despite my need to get it out of my head.
Short synopsis ... It was me and a bunch of baby chicks, standing in the middle of a farm yard, a big red barn to our back, a white house to our side, and a sea of grass that lead to a long road in the distance.
The dream started out sweet. Scattering seed for the babies to eat. The easy sway back and forth of the arm, casting out food in all directions so none went hungry. A calming dream, until the first slither came out of the green, green grass. Forked tongue, angular head, cocked this way and that, breathing in the air.
With lightning speed, the yard soon filled with a hundred snakes, each eyeing the luscious chicks with breakfast on their mind. And though I feared the snakes, I held my ground. Scooping up chick after chick into my arms until not another chick could fit. I thought we were safe. But then the snakes started wrapping about my legs, digging in as they swirled up my side, their open mouths gaping like a black vortex eager to devour chickens.
Which is when - of course - I woke.
But now I'm about tuckered out again, and ready to try sleep out one more time. Perhaps I could dream of something fluffy and nice for a change. Wouldn't that be alright.
Whatever this madness is in me, spinning like a top.
Second night no sleep.
Last night went pretty much like this, except I stayed in bed, eyes open in the darkness, trying to count imaginary sheep in my head.
I think it had something to do with the wolves.
The wolves in my dreams that were biting at my heels as I tried to run away. Hiding under a canopy of gnarled tree branches, that looked like the hands of an old wizard cloaked in twilight, as they growled and mashed their teeth. Showing off the whiteness of their fangs against their dark black coats, as they pressed their circle around me. Coming closer with each footfall.
Is it any wonder why I'm awake? And yet I wonder how this dream is comparable to some of the others I have had.
Take for instance the chicken dream from a week before. I can't remember if I blogged about it or not, despite my need to get it out of my head.
Short synopsis ... It was me and a bunch of baby chicks, standing in the middle of a farm yard, a big red barn to our back, a white house to our side, and a sea of grass that lead to a long road in the distance.
The dream started out sweet. Scattering seed for the babies to eat. The easy sway back and forth of the arm, casting out food in all directions so none went hungry. A calming dream, until the first slither came out of the green, green grass. Forked tongue, angular head, cocked this way and that, breathing in the air.
With lightning speed, the yard soon filled with a hundred snakes, each eyeing the luscious chicks with breakfast on their mind. And though I feared the snakes, I held my ground. Scooping up chick after chick into my arms until not another chick could fit. I thought we were safe. But then the snakes started wrapping about my legs, digging in as they swirled up my side, their open mouths gaping like a black vortex eager to devour chickens.
Which is when - of course - I woke.
But now I'm about tuckered out again, and ready to try sleep out one more time. Perhaps I could dream of something fluffy and nice for a change. Wouldn't that be alright.
Extra 7
I'm setting my alarm for six. No more of this funny business, trying to be cute setting it for five a.m,. as if that's when I might actually get up. When it comes to the snooze button, there's not much that comes between me and an extra 7 minutes of sleep.
On another note, I think there is a good possibility that my neighbor is unofficially missing. I haven't seen Bob and/or his truck in over three days. Which is highly unusual and certainly suspicious. I'll have to ask Sheila - who usually knows everything there is to know - tomorrow morning if I see her in the driveway. Poor, poor Bob.
What a damper on the sweet dreams.
On another note, I think there is a good possibility that my neighbor is unofficially missing. I haven't seen Bob and/or his truck in over three days. Which is highly unusual and certainly suspicious. I'll have to ask Sheila - who usually knows everything there is to know - tomorrow morning if I see her in the driveway. Poor, poor Bob.
What a damper on the sweet dreams.
Shhhh ...
So much for coming up with original thoughts tonight. I'm completely out of anything interesting to blather on about.
So I think I'll retire and call it an early night. Maybe grab a book, grab the cat and find some covers to snuggle under until sleep comes to lay its claim.
Goodnight Moon.
So I think I'll retire and call it an early night. Maybe grab a book, grab the cat and find some covers to snuggle under until sleep comes to lay its claim.
Goodnight Moon.
The Power of Positive Thought
Nothing brilliant happens overnight.
Newton didn't discover gravity until it fell on him. Proving that even a brilliant mind needs a little help from the outside world now and then, to discover something wonderful and new.
Venturing into something new and unknown can be a daunting task. At first you're like a baby, trying to remember how to take that very first step. Reaching out, trying to grab something or someone to hold onto. So scared of falling that you're not willing to let go, not until you feel your feet are back on solid ground.
I've been there ...
A crying mess lying on the floor, convinced at such a tender age that everything good was over, and happiness, if I'd ever known it, was never meant for me. It's hard to feel your worth something, when someone else has you convinced that you're not much of anything at all.
Like breathing underwater through a straw, you take it one moment at a time, drawing breath, filling your lungs, exhaling, until your lungs ache to feel the air again. And you do this, until the tide turns, taking its intoxication back out to sea.
And while life may never be perfect, it gets easier from day to day. Easier to wake up each morning without that pit of dread lying in wait at the bottom of your stomach, anxiously awaiting someone pulling that rug out from under your feet again.
And if it's feeling right, don't waste your time trying to find all the reasons why it could be wrong. Give all you have to give, and take the same that's being offered.
And in other news ...
Happy Birthday Dad!
Newton didn't discover gravity until it fell on him. Proving that even a brilliant mind needs a little help from the outside world now and then, to discover something wonderful and new.
Venturing into something new and unknown can be a daunting task. At first you're like a baby, trying to remember how to take that very first step. Reaching out, trying to grab something or someone to hold onto. So scared of falling that you're not willing to let go, not until you feel your feet are back on solid ground.
I've been there ...
A crying mess lying on the floor, convinced at such a tender age that everything good was over, and happiness, if I'd ever known it, was never meant for me. It's hard to feel your worth something, when someone else has you convinced that you're not much of anything at all.
Like breathing underwater through a straw, you take it one moment at a time, drawing breath, filling your lungs, exhaling, until your lungs ache to feel the air again. And you do this, until the tide turns, taking its intoxication back out to sea.
And while life may never be perfect, it gets easier from day to day. Easier to wake up each morning without that pit of dread lying in wait at the bottom of your stomach, anxiously awaiting someone pulling that rug out from under your feet again.
And if it's feeling right, don't waste your time trying to find all the reasons why it could be wrong. Give all you have to give, and take the same that's being offered.
And in other news ...
Happy Birthday Dad!
Short, Sweet, Simple
Surprisingly I don't have the Monday doldrums today. I'm actually happy to be going back to work. Unusual yes, understandable I suppose, but downright uncanny nonetheless.
And it's all because I feel like Shirley Valentine, a woman known best for talking to the walls in her kitchen.
Perhaps now would be a good time to plan a mid winter retreat to Greece.
And it's all because I feel like Shirley Valentine, a woman known best for talking to the walls in her kitchen.
Perhaps now would be a good time to plan a mid winter retreat to Greece.
Very Superstitious
Far be it from me to say anything for or against today, being that it is Friday the 13th. Some out there would say that today by trade is a very unlucky day. Me ... Well, I'd like to think of it as just another Friday ending an excruciatingly long work week. But then again, I tend to be an optimist, as long as the glass is not half empty.
Of course, that was before my cat (a black one at that) tried to do me in this morning by running under my feet as I was attempting to maneuver the stairs with just one eye open. I'm choosing to think that since she was running in the direction of her food dish, she was just really excited to have breakfast this morning.
KC is already up too, which is unusual for any morning. According to the minor child she couldn't sleep. Perhaps I should give consideration to the fact that there could indeed be something strange in the air. Although if I had to hazard a guess, I'm thinking someone is more excited about having her Valentine's Day party at school and something to do about a boy named Ryan. But I'm not mentioning any names.
An interesting conversation in the office yesterday about Valentine's Day and the single girl. Maggie tried convincing Doug that any single woman would be willing to say "Yes" for a date, if that date happened to be on Valentine's Day. I, on the other hand had to raise some serious doubts on the desperation of single women.
Regardless of holiday, the answer to the question I said could only be determined by the guy asking, as not every woman falls victim to the scent of the red rose in February. A holiday created specifically for the month to drive the American man and the American dollar right into the clutches of florists, gift shops and candy stores alike. Not that I think there is anything at all wrong with that.
I'm just saying that there's nothing wrong with setting one day aside to say to that special someone in your life "Hey, I'm glad your here."
Of course, that was before my cat (a black one at that) tried to do me in this morning by running under my feet as I was attempting to maneuver the stairs with just one eye open. I'm choosing to think that since she was running in the direction of her food dish, she was just really excited to have breakfast this morning.
KC is already up too, which is unusual for any morning. According to the minor child she couldn't sleep. Perhaps I should give consideration to the fact that there could indeed be something strange in the air. Although if I had to hazard a guess, I'm thinking someone is more excited about having her Valentine's Day party at school and something to do about a boy named Ryan. But I'm not mentioning any names.
An interesting conversation in the office yesterday about Valentine's Day and the single girl. Maggie tried convincing Doug that any single woman would be willing to say "Yes" for a date, if that date happened to be on Valentine's Day. I, on the other hand had to raise some serious doubts on the desperation of single women.
Regardless of holiday, the answer to the question I said could only be determined by the guy asking, as not every woman falls victim to the scent of the red rose in February. A holiday created specifically for the month to drive the American man and the American dollar right into the clutches of florists, gift shops and candy stores alike. Not that I think there is anything at all wrong with that.
I'm just saying that there's nothing wrong with setting one day aside to say to that special someone in your life "Hey, I'm glad your here."
The After Effects of Antibiotics
Standing in front of the stove making dinner. Watching the watched pot that is not boiling, as I make silly faces of distress at room temperature water.
Retracing my steps.
Pan ... Check.
Water from faucet ... Check.
Pan on burner ... Check.
Stove on high ... Uhhhh no check.
Breaking into fits of giggles, holding side attempting to breathe. I think I've broke a lung. The pain, the pain!
Spent entire day giggling and laughing like moronic school girl doped up on too much caffeine. Fellow co-workers concerned for mental stability, suggested to seek help. Ignored co-workers in favor of more giggling and other random nonsense.
Went shopping on lunch hour, only to find store I needed to shop at was closed for undisclosed reasons. Thought to self, "DAMN! I needed to shop there." Decided have no other choice but to go back tomorrow and try it all again. Am not happy with the current state of affairs but unable to fight the tyranny.
And yet now the water beckons as it boils and I - being me -must answer the call.
Toodles folks, until we meet again.
Retracing my steps.
Pan ... Check.
Water from faucet ... Check.
Pan on burner ... Check.
Stove on high ... Uhhhh no check.
Breaking into fits of giggles, holding side attempting to breathe. I think I've broke a lung. The pain, the pain!
Spent entire day giggling and laughing like moronic school girl doped up on too much caffeine. Fellow co-workers concerned for mental stability, suggested to seek help. Ignored co-workers in favor of more giggling and other random nonsense.
Went shopping on lunch hour, only to find store I needed to shop at was closed for undisclosed reasons. Thought to self, "DAMN! I needed to shop there." Decided have no other choice but to go back tomorrow and try it all again. Am not happy with the current state of affairs but unable to fight the tyranny.
And yet now the water beckons as it boils and I - being me -must answer the call.
Toodles folks, until we meet again.
Happy --th Bday
Happy Birthday Mom!
Here's to having a wonderful day. Love you more than broccoli ...
YD
PS ... Appointments in March.
Here's to having a wonderful day. Love you more than broccoli ...
YD
PS ... Appointments in March.
In the Middle of the Night
Don't mind me that I'm awake.
Bad dreams have forced me from my warm bed to take solice in sitting here, my eyes squinting from the brightness of the screen to bring this special moment to you.
What was it all about again? The details are growing fuzzy, but I do recall being locked in someone's basement, banging on the pipes with a metal hanger trying to see the little sparrow that was whistling outside the window. All the while hearing the scraping of furniture moving about overhead, as I try desperately to escape.
I've got to wonder if there's any other reason to wonder why I'm up ... You got to just love nights like these.
Bad dreams have forced me from my warm bed to take solice in sitting here, my eyes squinting from the brightness of the screen to bring this special moment to you.
What was it all about again? The details are growing fuzzy, but I do recall being locked in someone's basement, banging on the pipes with a metal hanger trying to see the little sparrow that was whistling outside the window. All the while hearing the scraping of furniture moving about overhead, as I try desperately to escape.
I've got to wonder if there's any other reason to wonder why I'm up ... You got to just love nights like these.
Do Something Nice Today
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Get your RAINN gear ... Support the cause.
Join the Network for Good.
And if you have a chance, Save A Duck ...
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Join the Network for Good.
And if you have a chance, Save A Duck ...
Pop Culture
Oh God it's another Monday and I would rather do almost anything except go to work.
Today we're making cold calls, or as I like to put it, annoying customers in new found ways at a time when we should be putting more of our effort into stock piling supplies for the inevitable spring rush. But the boss isn't having it and so I suppose I'll have to make a few calls while he's in earshot just to keep him off my back and out of my office.
As for the Grammy's last night, I can't say I found anything overly appealing. The performances - while well done - were often too polished to really take my breath away. Which is not even to mention that some of the musical combinations they came up with were nothing short of bizarre. Take for instance Sting and Sean Paul. Do I really need to say more?
And once again, far be it for the Grammy people to leave a little surprise when it comes to announcing the winners. Like last year, performaces and awards went hand in hand, telegraphing the winners long before the envelope was opened. (More of last year's comments.)
Kudos for Coldplay on winning record of the year and dedicating their win to John Kerry, democratic presidentail hopeful, that he will win the election and take over the country. A cheeky little statement that was of course overshadowed by Timberlake's bogus apology (once again) for ripping off Janet's top. Is it me, or does anyone else question how that could have been unintentional? I should probably mention however, that while the bodice ripping was inappropriate for the venue in which it took place, people need to relax. It was -after all - just a breast.
Not so surprising however, is the fact that Janet seems to be taking most of the heat for the incident, despite the fact that is wasn't her hand that did the deed. It is so much easier to blame the woman, isn't it?
But I must rap this up before I'm late for work. Since I'm in charge of yet another baby shower - taking place today - it wouldn't do for me to be arriving late.
Happy Monday y'all.
Today we're making cold calls, or as I like to put it, annoying customers in new found ways at a time when we should be putting more of our effort into stock piling supplies for the inevitable spring rush. But the boss isn't having it and so I suppose I'll have to make a few calls while he's in earshot just to keep him off my back and out of my office.
As for the Grammy's last night, I can't say I found anything overly appealing. The performances - while well done - were often too polished to really take my breath away. Which is not even to mention that some of the musical combinations they came up with were nothing short of bizarre. Take for instance Sting and Sean Paul. Do I really need to say more?
And once again, far be it for the Grammy people to leave a little surprise when it comes to announcing the winners. Like last year, performaces and awards went hand in hand, telegraphing the winners long before the envelope was opened. (More of last year's comments.)
Kudos for Coldplay on winning record of the year and dedicating their win to John Kerry, democratic presidentail hopeful, that he will win the election and take over the country. A cheeky little statement that was of course overshadowed by Timberlake's bogus apology (once again) for ripping off Janet's top. Is it me, or does anyone else question how that could have been unintentional? I should probably mention however, that while the bodice ripping was inappropriate for the venue in which it took place, people need to relax. It was -after all - just a breast.
Not so surprising however, is the fact that Janet seems to be taking most of the heat for the incident, despite the fact that is wasn't her hand that did the deed. It is so much easier to blame the woman, isn't it?
But I must rap this up before I'm late for work. Since I'm in charge of yet another baby shower - taking place today - it wouldn't do for me to be arriving late.
Happy Monday y'all.
A Moment of Clarity
I am not an afterthought ...
Breakdown in communication can play havoc with the mind. It can make you think stupid things, say even dumber things, and blow most things right out of proportion. Still a valuable lesson can be learned from all of this. Instead of wondering what someone is thinking, it is much easier to ask them, then try to come to a conclusion on your own. It's also is a lot less stressing.
So from now on, I'm going to heed my own advice and keep things simple. (Promises, promises ...)
Breakdown in communication can play havoc with the mind. It can make you think stupid things, say even dumber things, and blow most things right out of proportion. Still a valuable lesson can be learned from all of this. Instead of wondering what someone is thinking, it is much easier to ask them, then try to come to a conclusion on your own. It's also is a lot less stressing.
So from now on, I'm going to heed my own advice and keep things simple. (Promises, promises ...)
Feeling Like an Afterthought
A small amount of disappointment tonight as plans I thought were made for today, changed to plans to happen tomorrow night. It's rough when you spend your entire week waiting for something to happen, only to find that after all the anticipation, you've yet another day to wait.
I suppose I should have said something. Something much more preferable to the nothing that came out of my mouth, in my quiet attempts not to rock the boat. But silly me made not a sound.
The thing is, I'm like a fish out of water with this whole dating business and quite frankly I don't know a thing about playing the game of he said, she said, shouldn't you have known. So when I said, "Yeah tomorrow night is fine," what I really meant to say was, "Tomorrow night is fine but I'm really disappointed I won't be seeing you tonight."
Hanging up the phone, it didn't take me long to feel like an afterthought. The kind of something that someone does when and if they feel like getting around to doing it. And it was not a nice feeling, although I'm pretty sure he didn't intend to make me feel that way. It's just one of those things that couldn't be helped.
You see when it comes to men and the world of dating, I'm not the most trusting girl on the block. I have this little thing about being once burned and twice shy. It takes a lot for me to overcome my initial fears that no matter how good something seems, it will eventually go drastically wrong.
So it should come as no surprise that when presented with a molehill, my first reaction is to see a mountain. The kind of mountain that no girl of any sense would even think of attempting to climb. The kind of mountain that makes a girl want to pack up her gear and go on back home, where the land is flat and proven safe to travel. The kind of mountain that throws the breaks rather than speeding on ...
I guess this is a conversation I should have had with him tonight rather than typing it onto the blog. It just turns out words are easier to type than they are to say. And there's still this small part of me that's convinced I'm shy ...
I suppose I should have said something. Something much more preferable to the nothing that came out of my mouth, in my quiet attempts not to rock the boat. But silly me made not a sound.
The thing is, I'm like a fish out of water with this whole dating business and quite frankly I don't know a thing about playing the game of he said, she said, shouldn't you have known. So when I said, "Yeah tomorrow night is fine," what I really meant to say was, "Tomorrow night is fine but I'm really disappointed I won't be seeing you tonight."
Hanging up the phone, it didn't take me long to feel like an afterthought. The kind of something that someone does when and if they feel like getting around to doing it. And it was not a nice feeling, although I'm pretty sure he didn't intend to make me feel that way. It's just one of those things that couldn't be helped.
You see when it comes to men and the world of dating, I'm not the most trusting girl on the block. I have this little thing about being once burned and twice shy. It takes a lot for me to overcome my initial fears that no matter how good something seems, it will eventually go drastically wrong.
So it should come as no surprise that when presented with a molehill, my first reaction is to see a mountain. The kind of mountain that no girl of any sense would even think of attempting to climb. The kind of mountain that makes a girl want to pack up her gear and go on back home, where the land is flat and proven safe to travel. The kind of mountain that throws the breaks rather than speeding on ...
I guess this is a conversation I should have had with him tonight rather than typing it onto the blog. It just turns out words are easier to type than they are to say. And there's still this small part of me that's convinced I'm shy ...
For those of you who were wondering ...
It's Friday!
Now get out there and get it over with. The weekend is a mere 8 hours away ...
Now get out there and get it over with. The weekend is a mere 8 hours away ...
Back By Popular Demand
If you missed me, rest assured I missed you too during my unintentional absence from the blog. The days just got away from me ...
Which would explain why I've been sleeping more.
Although I do have to say that it probably has to do with all the Nyquil I've been taking since I haven't been able to feel my lungs in the past two weeks, and my throat is threatening to call it quits if even one more Halls thinks of touching the tip of my tongue.
Of course, it could be because I have oodles and oodles to say and yet nary a clue as to where to start. But perhaps the best and most simple reason could be blamed on the local 4-1-1. I could say more, but in this case less is better. Just call me girl of mystery.
So what is going on tonight? Let me tell you ...
KC is eating dinner, Emma is chomping on treats and I'm thinking about the mountain of groceries chilling out in the back of my car. Two more minutes and then I've no choice but to go out and get them since it doesn't seem that they're going to make it in on their own. How unfair is all that?
I wish I had a conveyer belt, or some sort of device that got things from here to there with only a push of the button. That would certainly come in handy for far more many things than just groceries ...
Or perhaps my car is really the refrigerator of the future.
Which would explain why I've been sleeping more.
Although I do have to say that it probably has to do with all the Nyquil I've been taking since I haven't been able to feel my lungs in the past two weeks, and my throat is threatening to call it quits if even one more Halls thinks of touching the tip of my tongue.
Of course, it could be because I have oodles and oodles to say and yet nary a clue as to where to start. But perhaps the best and most simple reason could be blamed on the local 4-1-1. I could say more, but in this case less is better. Just call me girl of mystery.
So what is going on tonight? Let me tell you ...
KC is eating dinner, Emma is chomping on treats and I'm thinking about the mountain of groceries chilling out in the back of my car. Two more minutes and then I've no choice but to go out and get them since it doesn't seem that they're going to make it in on their own. How unfair is all that?
I wish I had a conveyer belt, or some sort of device that got things from here to there with only a push of the button. That would certainly come in handy for far more many things than just groceries ...
Or perhaps my car is really the refrigerator of the future.
Zestfully Clean
Ahhh ... I am quite convinced that there is nothing better than getting out of a hot shower, donning my favorite pajamas, making myself a steaming cup of Earl Gray tea, and popping in a favorite movie to spend a leisurely Sunday afternoon alone, save for one small cat to keep me company.
Emma has a cold. Currently she is sitting right next to me as I type, trying to gain my attention away from the keyboard to get her ears scratched, occasionally eyeing my tea as she walks back and forth in front of the monitor. Normally little miss independent, Emma gets rather clingy when she's not feeling her normal catty self. Poor thing. I shall have to cater to her feline whims today and pamper her back to health.
I'm still trying to decide if I've going to watch the SuperBowl tonight. I'm not exactly a big football fan, but I like to check out the half time show and catch a couple of the mega million dollar 30 second commercial spots, just so I can say I saw them in case the topic comes up around the watercooler at work.
Amy and family may also be dropping over later for dinner. Both Amy and Jen were jealous to hear that I made Chicken Riggies for Sean last week and out of the goodness of my heart, I promised them that I would make another batch just for them. It doesn't hurt that I feel like cooking today either.
But for now, Emma and I are going to retire to the couch, watch my favorite movie, and fold some laundry.
If you do anything today, make sure to spend some quality time by yourself or with those you love.
Emma has a cold. Currently she is sitting right next to me as I type, trying to gain my attention away from the keyboard to get her ears scratched, occasionally eyeing my tea as she walks back and forth in front of the monitor. Normally little miss independent, Emma gets rather clingy when she's not feeling her normal catty self. Poor thing. I shall have to cater to her feline whims today and pamper her back to health.
I'm still trying to decide if I've going to watch the SuperBowl tonight. I'm not exactly a big football fan, but I like to check out the half time show and catch a couple of the mega million dollar 30 second commercial spots, just so I can say I saw them in case the topic comes up around the watercooler at work.
Amy and family may also be dropping over later for dinner. Both Amy and Jen were jealous to hear that I made Chicken Riggies for Sean last week and out of the goodness of my heart, I promised them that I would make another batch just for them. It doesn't hurt that I feel like cooking today either.
But for now, Emma and I are going to retire to the couch, watch my favorite movie, and fold some laundry.
If you do anything today, make sure to spend some quality time by yourself or with those you love.
