I'm starting to feel the positive impact of waking up at 6:15 in the morning.
Not because I'm getting less sleep, because beleive me, I love sleep, but I've been waking up early to go to the gym. I've lost 8 pounds so far after a month of gym and eating better.
For this I'm excited. I have had the mental shift that I need to keep me on task.
Stay tuned for updates.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Marriage is Not a Competitive Sport
The singles among my friend group are dwindling.
That isn't that surprising when you consider that me and most of my friends are in our early 30's.
But there is a plus side to still being single. You're in your 30's. That shoudn't mean you're just waiting to turn into the old spinster of the neighborhood. Hopefully, it means that you're figuring out your own life.
Trying to navigate your career, your finances, becoming at peace with your physical apperance. Knowing who you are, so that when you meet somebody you can offer your whole self. And not be waiting for him to fill in some gap. You should have learned to enjoy your own company. Like yourself as a person. And to single women everywhere, can we please stop looking at men, like they are the holy grail? And stop buying into the idea that a wedding ring suddenly means you aren't defective anymore?
C'mon. It is a toxic way to think, that as soon as we get married, we will feel complete. I don't know about you, but I've never met anybody that had me at hello.
I think the key is to be complete alone, and then when we meet someone the person will enrich or enhance our own lives, and we can do the same for them. Married people aren't given keys to the secret garden where they sit around all day, drinking wine and waxing poetic about the state of their union.
They are just like us singles, but instead of one pile of dishes or laundry, there is two. If you're happy hopefully your spouse is too.
It has taken me a while to get to this point. I spent many years feeling like there was something wrong with me, or I wouldn't still be alone. I don't buy it anymore.
And why not? Well because I'm sure that my self worth is not supposed to be dependent on someone else.
Don't get me wrong. I've had those moments where I've felt so lonley it was palable, but so has every one. Married or not.
I will try and remember my own words of wisdom, the next time I'm called upon to stand around with other singles and catch the bouquet. That public humiliation stains a lot longer than red wine on the carpet.
And if you've forgotten, just remember that a glass of wine is a great chaser to bitterness.
That isn't that surprising when you consider that me and most of my friends are in our early 30's.
But there is a plus side to still being single. You're in your 30's. That shoudn't mean you're just waiting to turn into the old spinster of the neighborhood. Hopefully, it means that you're figuring out your own life.
Trying to navigate your career, your finances, becoming at peace with your physical apperance. Knowing who you are, so that when you meet somebody you can offer your whole self. And not be waiting for him to fill in some gap. You should have learned to enjoy your own company. Like yourself as a person. And to single women everywhere, can we please stop looking at men, like they are the holy grail? And stop buying into the idea that a wedding ring suddenly means you aren't defective anymore?
C'mon. It is a toxic way to think, that as soon as we get married, we will feel complete. I don't know about you, but I've never met anybody that had me at hello.
I think the key is to be complete alone, and then when we meet someone the person will enrich or enhance our own lives, and we can do the same for them. Married people aren't given keys to the secret garden where they sit around all day, drinking wine and waxing poetic about the state of their union.
They are just like us singles, but instead of one pile of dishes or laundry, there is two. If you're happy hopefully your spouse is too.
It has taken me a while to get to this point. I spent many years feeling like there was something wrong with me, or I wouldn't still be alone. I don't buy it anymore.
And why not? Well because I'm sure that my self worth is not supposed to be dependent on someone else.
Don't get me wrong. I've had those moments where I've felt so lonley it was palable, but so has every one. Married or not.
I will try and remember my own words of wisdom, the next time I'm called upon to stand around with other singles and catch the bouquet. That public humiliation stains a lot longer than red wine on the carpet.
And if you've forgotten, just remember that a glass of wine is a great chaser to bitterness.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
In Sickness and In Health
My dad has been sick for the past few months. I wish he had the flu.
But actually he has lung cancer.
It sucks.
However, he's doing well right now. Considering.
He just finished his last round of radiation last week. Sadly, he's not even new to the cancer thing. He first got diagnosed back in on September 30, 2003.
When I woke up that morning, I remembered it was the 30th Anniversary of James Dean's death, because I collect random movie trivia like other people might collect stamps or tea-pots.
I had no idea that I would end the day learning my dad had been in the hospital because he was throwing up blood.
I was away in Atlanta at Portfolio Center trying to become a copy-writer.
Since I had recently graduated, I headed back home to Michigan, and my dad offered to let me live with him. This was working out great. I needed a place to live, and he needed help with his cancer treatments.
No, I didn't actually adminster any needles or any such thing, but I went with him to doctor's appointments. I helped him pick out scarves the day his hair fell out, and I stood patiently while he spend an hour in the produce section alone of Meijer''s.
And then I finally got a job writing copy and moved out.
But he is sick again.
A new tumor which is supposedly good news. And I have a new copy writer job, and no that doesn't mean I spent my days making the ® symbols either. But now it is harder because I'm not there every day. I go spend weekends sometimes and visit after work, but it's not the same.
It is strange to be taking care of my dad. A bit of role reveresal. Mostly, I'm glad he lets me. It is nice to return the favor.
I remember when I was in junior high, and my dad had called when I would have been getting ready to say hi. He was always up at the crack of dawn. Literally. It wouldn't be unusual for him to call you at 6 am and ask what are you doing?
I told him that I wasn't going to school and went to take a nap.
I woke up a few hours later to a knock on the door.
My dad had brought me soup and the new tape single of Madonna's song, Cherish.
I'm not sure how he knew that it was my favorite song at the time.
I only know that dads" have a way of surprising us, and they listen even if we think they can't hear us.
But actually he has lung cancer.
It sucks.
However, he's doing well right now. Considering.
He just finished his last round of radiation last week. Sadly, he's not even new to the cancer thing. He first got diagnosed back in on September 30, 2003.
When I woke up that morning, I remembered it was the 30th Anniversary of James Dean's death, because I collect random movie trivia like other people might collect stamps or tea-pots.
I had no idea that I would end the day learning my dad had been in the hospital because he was throwing up blood.
I was away in Atlanta at Portfolio Center trying to become a copy-writer.
Since I had recently graduated, I headed back home to Michigan, and my dad offered to let me live with him. This was working out great. I needed a place to live, and he needed help with his cancer treatments.
No, I didn't actually adminster any needles or any such thing, but I went with him to doctor's appointments. I helped him pick out scarves the day his hair fell out, and I stood patiently while he spend an hour in the produce section alone of Meijer''s.
And then I finally got a job writing copy and moved out.
But he is sick again.
A new tumor which is supposedly good news. And I have a new copy writer job, and no that doesn't mean I spent my days making the ® symbols either. But now it is harder because I'm not there every day. I go spend weekends sometimes and visit after work, but it's not the same.
It is strange to be taking care of my dad. A bit of role reveresal. Mostly, I'm glad he lets me. It is nice to return the favor.
I remember when I was in junior high, and my dad had called when I would have been getting ready to say hi. He was always up at the crack of dawn. Literally. It wouldn't be unusual for him to call you at 6 am and ask what are you doing?
I told him that I wasn't going to school and went to take a nap.
I woke up a few hours later to a knock on the door.
My dad had brought me soup and the new tape single of Madonna's song, Cherish.
I'm not sure how he knew that it was my favorite song at the time.
I only know that dads" have a way of surprising us, and they listen even if we think they can't hear us.
Goodbye Travis
My cousin Travis died.
He was only 27 years old. Right now, we don't how. And I don't think I'll know why for a long time, if there is ever a reason.
Travis and I were not super close, but we were cousins, and we come from a huge proud Irish family. I lived in Atlanta the same time that he did. You see, I was going to Portfolio Center and Travis was playing football for the Atlanta Falcons.
Life being the way it goes, we never did get the time to have a visit. We had a few phone calls, and I'd see him at the giant family parties. Never thinking I would run out of time. Positive we'd get to together this summer for a party and have lots of fun.
I'm sorry this happened. I know we will all miss Travis. Especially his mom and brother. I don't even have the right words to say to either of them. All I could do, is show up. Sometimes there is nothing else to say.
And know that we all loved you Travis. I hope where ever you are, you're playing a bad ass game of football.
He was only 27 years old. Right now, we don't how. And I don't think I'll know why for a long time, if there is ever a reason.
Travis and I were not super close, but we were cousins, and we come from a huge proud Irish family. I lived in Atlanta the same time that he did. You see, I was going to Portfolio Center and Travis was playing football for the Atlanta Falcons.
Life being the way it goes, we never did get the time to have a visit. We had a few phone calls, and I'd see him at the giant family parties. Never thinking I would run out of time. Positive we'd get to together this summer for a party and have lots of fun.
I'm sorry this happened. I know we will all miss Travis. Especially his mom and brother. I don't even have the right words to say to either of them. All I could do, is show up. Sometimes there is nothing else to say.
And know that we all loved you Travis. I hope where ever you are, you're playing a bad ass game of football.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Happy Birthday
This just isn't my week. First I have no heat, and then I wake up this morning to discover that I don't have hot water.
I do have heat, but you know I'm supposed to have hot water too. My stupid landlord told me the girls downstairs have hot water, well they had heat the other day, but I don't live there.
Just fix my hot water, dammit.
Happy Birthday to a few people today. First Happy 1st Birthday to Gwynn. You can't read yet, but trust me, I've been friends wiht your mom a long time, and she's a cool lady, and I know she loves you very much. Your gift is in the mail.
And Happy Birthday to Jeff. I sang to him this morning, but I sing awful. It's the thought that counts though. Jeff is Shane's best friend, and it feels like he's part of our family. I don't remember a time when he wasn't in my life.
Finally, Happy Birthday to Jennie's, daugther Carly.
And if you don't know any of these people, this blog is completely boring to you.
I will post another one, maybe later.
I do have heat, but you know I'm supposed to have hot water too. My stupid landlord told me the girls downstairs have hot water, well they had heat the other day, but I don't live there.
Just fix my hot water, dammit.
Happy Birthday to a few people today. First Happy 1st Birthday to Gwynn. You can't read yet, but trust me, I've been friends wiht your mom a long time, and she's a cool lady, and I know she loves you very much. Your gift is in the mail.
And Happy Birthday to Jeff. I sang to him this morning, but I sing awful. It's the thought that counts though. Jeff is Shane's best friend, and it feels like he's part of our family. I don't remember a time when he wasn't in my life.
Finally, Happy Birthday to Jennie's, daugther Carly.
And if you don't know any of these people, this blog is completely boring to you.
I will post another one, maybe later.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Walk of Shame
For the second time in a matter of days, I woke up in a strange place and walked out to my car where the same clothes I'd had on the night before.
Sunday night, my furnace had gone out. I huddled down in my bed, and waited it out. But I woke up on Monday feeling like I was on the brink of getting sick.
So, last night, I spent the night at Barrie's place in Ferndale. They have this groovy 3rd bedroom and I was warm and cozy all night, and the room was the perfect amount of darkness. With just a glow from the computer as a night light.
And Barrie fed me meatloaf and squash, and I brought wine, as I figured it helps most situations get better.
Barrie had to leave, so that's when her nice roommate Steve came home. He let me have the remote control, and we watched an excellent episode of South Park.
So, thank you Barrie.
You Rock.
Sunday night, my furnace had gone out. I huddled down in my bed, and waited it out. But I woke up on Monday feeling like I was on the brink of getting sick.
So, last night, I spent the night at Barrie's place in Ferndale. They have this groovy 3rd bedroom and I was warm and cozy all night, and the room was the perfect amount of darkness. With just a glow from the computer as a night light.
And Barrie fed me meatloaf and squash, and I brought wine, as I figured it helps most situations get better.
Barrie had to leave, so that's when her nice roommate Steve came home. He let me have the remote control, and we watched an excellent episode of South Park.
So, thank you Barrie.
You Rock.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Raw Meat and Arthur Murray
Man.
Last night was one of this strange evenings, but sadly I had no one there to witness it, so you will have to rely on my re-telling of events.
Damn.
There's already been so much build up. Oh well, if you're reading this you're most likely just killing time while at work.
So I got home around 6:30 pm, and was starving, so I ate Fruit Loops for dinner. Tasty.
I then rushed to the library, as they were finally re-opened in Royal Oak, after being closed all summer for renovation.
That was exciting. I got some good new books and paid my late fee, and finally returned some books that had been rattling around in my trunk.
Then I headed over to the grocery store to grab a few ingredients for a casserole where Stove Top stuffing played a major role, balanced with a few chicken breasts. So I wrestle my way to the meat counter and order two chicken breats, but the girl behind the counter, must have thought I said two pounds of chicken.
That explains how i ended up with a giant plastic bag of chicken. I decided to keep it, since it was only a little over $5 dollars for the whole bag. I leave the store, and start driving home with a bag of raw chicken riding shotgun.
I then take a trip to the Arthur Murray Dance Studio, thinking I'd inquire about dance classes.
Like everything else in life, they really prefer you had a partner. And unlike the movies there was no cute guy waiting inside to be my dance partner.
When I got home, I crafted up a casserole, feeling a bit like a 1950's housewive. While it cooked, I cut up all the chicken and put it in indivdual bags.
Again, confirming my fear that I'm actually stuck in 1957.
On that note, Happy Valentine's Day!
Last night was one of this strange evenings, but sadly I had no one there to witness it, so you will have to rely on my re-telling of events.
Damn.
There's already been so much build up. Oh well, if you're reading this you're most likely just killing time while at work.
So I got home around 6:30 pm, and was starving, so I ate Fruit Loops for dinner. Tasty.
I then rushed to the library, as they were finally re-opened in Royal Oak, after being closed all summer for renovation.
That was exciting. I got some good new books and paid my late fee, and finally returned some books that had been rattling around in my trunk.
Then I headed over to the grocery store to grab a few ingredients for a casserole where Stove Top stuffing played a major role, balanced with a few chicken breasts. So I wrestle my way to the meat counter and order two chicken breats, but the girl behind the counter, must have thought I said two pounds of chicken.
That explains how i ended up with a giant plastic bag of chicken. I decided to keep it, since it was only a little over $5 dollars for the whole bag. I leave the store, and start driving home with a bag of raw chicken riding shotgun.
I then take a trip to the Arthur Murray Dance Studio, thinking I'd inquire about dance classes.
Like everything else in life, they really prefer you had a partner. And unlike the movies there was no cute guy waiting inside to be my dance partner.
When I got home, I crafted up a casserole, feeling a bit like a 1950's housewive. While it cooked, I cut up all the chicken and put it in indivdual bags.
Again, confirming my fear that I'm actually stuck in 1957.
On that note, Happy Valentine's Day!
Friday, February 10, 2006
Shafted
Oh, how I wish this was a blog about some hot date I had recently. That would've been a fun way to break in my new couch, but sadly that isn't the case.
The title instead refers to an incident that happened to me yesterday morning.
As usual, I'm rushing into work with piles of stuff loaded in my arms, and already have morning panic:
New job, and per usual I'm about 10-15 minutes late. Rushing toward the elevator, this nice lady holds the door, and we hear this clattering noise... a quick check confirms that I just dropped a pile of my cd's that I was hoisting up to my office area, to load onto itunes, has actually fallen down the elevator shaft.
Never to be seen again. At least not by me.
I can't even remember which ones I lost. Maybe it's a sign, I didn't need that music anyway.
Most of it was burned cd's that friends have given me, so I guess I can get new ones. I'm just not good with mornings.
This morning, I got stuck in heavy traffic, got stuck behind a huge Semi, and then ran out of washer fluid on a wet and snowy morning on the expressway.
At least it's almost the weekend. I'm getting my taxes my done tommorow, so that's got fun written all over it.
Hopefully, I'll be getting some money back.
The title instead refers to an incident that happened to me yesterday morning.
As usual, I'm rushing into work with piles of stuff loaded in my arms, and already have morning panic:
New job, and per usual I'm about 10-15 minutes late. Rushing toward the elevator, this nice lady holds the door, and we hear this clattering noise... a quick check confirms that I just dropped a pile of my cd's that I was hoisting up to my office area, to load onto itunes, has actually fallen down the elevator shaft.
Never to be seen again. At least not by me.
I can't even remember which ones I lost. Maybe it's a sign, I didn't need that music anyway.
Most of it was burned cd's that friends have given me, so I guess I can get new ones. I'm just not good with mornings.
This morning, I got stuck in heavy traffic, got stuck behind a huge Semi, and then ran out of washer fluid on a wet and snowy morning on the expressway.
At least it's almost the weekend. I'm getting my taxes my done tommorow, so that's got fun written all over it.
Hopefully, I'll be getting some money back.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
If I Only Had A Ski Mask
I started a new job a few weeks back.
That was good news. Until pay day. You see, my direct deposit hadn't kicked in yet, so I had to use an ATM after hours.
And unknown to me, my money is being held hostage against its and my will.
I'd wrestle it free if I could, but alas don't own a ski mask...
So bring those late fees and other misc. bank charges.
I've learned my lesson.
In other news, oh wait. I've got no other news.
That was good news. Until pay day. You see, my direct deposit hadn't kicked in yet, so I had to use an ATM after hours.
And unknown to me, my money is being held hostage against its and my will.
I'd wrestle it free if I could, but alas don't own a ski mask...
So bring those late fees and other misc. bank charges.
I've learned my lesson.
In other news, oh wait. I've got no other news.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
WTF
Last night I was in a bad mood. Blame it on the cold or the fact that it's winter. Or Monday. I don't know why.
But I had planned to scrub the bathroom and or clean out the refrigerator. None of these things happened. I took a bath instead, and watched some bad tv. I was supposed to have Scrubs season 2 in the mail from my friends at Netflix. But it didn't come, so I did something I never do.
I turned on the Bachelor and that's why I've got the WTF in the title, because really. C'mon. Last night was a 2 hour special where the girls bring the Tool to meet their parents, and it was like watching a puppy getting eaten by a Wolf with a bloody mouth.
The first girl, Monnayanh or something she was so in love...apparently that she subjected the guy to this horrible grilling by her bitchy family. It was absurd. All of it.
I couldn't watch anymore and turned it off, and instead went to read, a crappy celebrity magazine because they make me feel better. They're so lacking in substance, it's like a nice cotton candy cloud for my brain.
People stop watching the Bachelor and they will stop producing it.
Please. No more cheesy men. No more crying women, convinced they've found the love of their lives in a few short weeks, and on national tv.
C'mon now.
But I had planned to scrub the bathroom and or clean out the refrigerator. None of these things happened. I took a bath instead, and watched some bad tv. I was supposed to have Scrubs season 2 in the mail from my friends at Netflix. But it didn't come, so I did something I never do.
I turned on the Bachelor and that's why I've got the WTF in the title, because really. C'mon. Last night was a 2 hour special where the girls bring the Tool to meet their parents, and it was like watching a puppy getting eaten by a Wolf with a bloody mouth.
The first girl, Monnayanh or something she was so in love...apparently that she subjected the guy to this horrible grilling by her bitchy family. It was absurd. All of it.
I couldn't watch anymore and turned it off, and instead went to read, a crappy celebrity magazine because they make me feel better. They're so lacking in substance, it's like a nice cotton candy cloud for my brain.
People stop watching the Bachelor and they will stop producing it.
Please. No more cheesy men. No more crying women, convinced they've found the love of their lives in a few short weeks, and on national tv.
C'mon now.
Monday, February 06, 2006
If I Only Had a Time Machine
Do you wish you could reverse time? Just like Superman?
I do. But then again, if we didn't take chances of making ourselves look stupid, where would like take us?
It would be a long boring ride...
I have had my share of stupid moments, but the thing is you can't go backwards.
All I can do is dust off the dirt of humilation, and move it forward.
If I had a time machine, I would be on a beach at Lake Michigan right now.
I do. But then again, if we didn't take chances of making ourselves look stupid, where would like take us?
It would be a long boring ride...
I have had my share of stupid moments, but the thing is you can't go backwards.
All I can do is dust off the dirt of humilation, and move it forward.
If I had a time machine, I would be on a beach at Lake Michigan right now.
Friday, February 03, 2006
Super Friday
It's Friday, and I can't wait to get off work and go see if I can find Paris Hilton trolling 8 Mile this weekend...
Wait for it...Here it comes. That's bull-shit, because I don't care about Paris Hilton, or any other celebrity coming to town. Unless John Cusack wants to come over to my upper flat and cook me dinner, it makes no difference to me.
I'm only glad that the Superstars are gracing us with their bedazzled presence to put some money into Detroit. It should help us out, as long as Kwame dosen't spend all the cash on Ho's and Fur coats.
In other news, wait, I don't have much other news. My dad is feeling better from his cancer treatments so that is obviously much more exciting than a Kid Rock concert. The one thing I will say about the celebrities that were born here, for the most part, they stay loyal to Detroit. They're proud to be a part of this town.
As they should be. We have some faults but we're a very lovable Mid-western city.
So, bring it...
Wait for it...Here it comes. That's bull-shit, because I don't care about Paris Hilton, or any other celebrity coming to town. Unless John Cusack wants to come over to my upper flat and cook me dinner, it makes no difference to me.
I'm only glad that the Superstars are gracing us with their bedazzled presence to put some money into Detroit. It should help us out, as long as Kwame dosen't spend all the cash on Ho's and Fur coats.
In other news, wait, I don't have much other news. My dad is feeling better from his cancer treatments so that is obviously much more exciting than a Kid Rock concert. The one thing I will say about the celebrities that were born here, for the most part, they stay loyal to Detroit. They're proud to be a part of this town.
As they should be. We have some faults but we're a very lovable Mid-western city.
So, bring it...
Thursday, February 02, 2006
The Real Bosom Buddies
Insert Random breast jokes here:
I didn't write this, but I had to include it here.
It gives you a pretty accurate description of life in an advertising agency. I think it is a little more accurate than our friends the Bosom Buddies. Although, you gotta love Tom Hanks.
And from my friends at the Onion:
Man Who Does Everything At Last Minute Wonders How You Do It
February 1, 2006 | Issue 42•05
CHICAGO—Ted Henson, a copywriter at Green/Allium Advertising and notoriously disorganized procrastinator, is awestruck by his coworkers' ability to manage multiple aspects of their lives. "I'm surrounded by, like, these amazing super-multitasking rock stars," said Henson as he watched creative director Kyle Peters put some layouts in a metal file cabinet. "How do you deal with all this lame bureaucratic bullshit? You have to tell me your secret kung-fu organization system." Henson remained in Peters' office for over an hour, talking about Peters' filing system, the filing system in the film Brazil, and other Terry Gilliam films, causing him to miss a 2:30 assignment deadline.
I didn't write this, but I had to include it here.
It gives you a pretty accurate description of life in an advertising agency. I think it is a little more accurate than our friends the Bosom Buddies. Although, you gotta love Tom Hanks.
And from my friends at the Onion:
Man Who Does Everything At Last Minute Wonders How You Do It
February 1, 2006 | Issue 42•05
CHICAGO—Ted Henson, a copywriter at Green/Allium Advertising and notoriously disorganized procrastinator, is awestruck by his coworkers' ability to manage multiple aspects of their lives. "I'm surrounded by, like, these amazing super-multitasking rock stars," said Henson as he watched creative director Kyle Peters put some layouts in a metal file cabinet. "How do you deal with all this lame bureaucratic bullshit? You have to tell me your secret kung-fu organization system." Henson remained in Peters' office for over an hour, talking about Peters' filing system, the filing system in the film Brazil, and other Terry Gilliam films, causing him to miss a 2:30 assignment deadline.
Knitting IS the new Yoga
If I was ever skeptical that knitting is relaxing, last night convinced me.
The funny thing is, I don't knit. But some of my friends do, and they invited me to come hang out, at Sweetwater's Cafe and chat while the three of them knitted.
And it was so soothing watching the knitting that I almost fell asleep.
I went for the company. Part of me, wishes that I could knit, but you don't understand. I'm not cut out of that cloth.
I discovered this in 7th grade when we made a tote bag in Home Economics.
It was my first spin on a sewing machine. And I was awful. It was a simple pattern with basically 2 seams, and a drawstring top. Which is why most of my friends finished it in 2 days.
But it took me two weeks. And I got a C. The teacher had no vision, dammit.
I attempted to redeem myself in 8th grade.
This time we were making shorts. I managed to sew the legs together, and then I accidently sewed the shorts to my pant leg.
After this, I decided sewing wasn't for me.
But I greatly admire those who can thread needles with the greatest of ease.
I tip my thimble to you.
The funny thing is, I don't knit. But some of my friends do, and they invited me to come hang out, at Sweetwater's Cafe and chat while the three of them knitted.
And it was so soothing watching the knitting that I almost fell asleep.
I went for the company. Part of me, wishes that I could knit, but you don't understand. I'm not cut out of that cloth.
I discovered this in 7th grade when we made a tote bag in Home Economics.
It was my first spin on a sewing machine. And I was awful. It was a simple pattern with basically 2 seams, and a drawstring top. Which is why most of my friends finished it in 2 days.
But it took me two weeks. And I got a C. The teacher had no vision, dammit.
I attempted to redeem myself in 8th grade.
This time we were making shorts. I managed to sew the legs together, and then I accidently sewed the shorts to my pant leg.
After this, I decided sewing wasn't for me.
But I greatly admire those who can thread needles with the greatest of ease.
I tip my thimble to you.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
A Kick in the Head
Maybe that will get my headache to leave. I' ve had a headache off and on for a few days, and it's back.
Stupid constricted blood vessels...
Amy had me over for dinner last night. We had orange pancakes with orange segments on top, and man were they good.
Nope...It's still here.
How about this? I've made an appointment for my taxes to be done next Saturday. It's the one time, I'd rather pay somebody then have to do math, when done incorrectly may cause infliction by the IRS.
So, I'll pay somebody who understands accounting. I took accounting 1 and 2 and nodded along as if FIFO, and LIFO made sense or that I cared if my balance sheet was exactly balanced. I just don't. A penny off? Who cares?
Math people care, and I love them...I'm just not one of them.
The only reason that I passed accounting was because my Aunt Carol was my tutor, and she was amazing. Not only was she excellent at math, she always made me some tasty homemade dinner too. And one night, she even came and got me when I'd run out of gas.
Thankfully, my job requires no such math skills.
If my high school math teacher could see me now, I'd give him the big bird.
Because as I suspected:
Writing + Concepting = Copywriting
See any math?
No.
I don't miss story problems.
But now I may never know who will get to the next train stop first if they left at the same time but on different trains.
Will it be Ramon or Robert?
I say take a plane. It's quicker.
Problem solved.
Stupid constricted blood vessels...
Amy had me over for dinner last night. We had orange pancakes with orange segments on top, and man were they good.
Nope...It's still here.
How about this? I've made an appointment for my taxes to be done next Saturday. It's the one time, I'd rather pay somebody then have to do math, when done incorrectly may cause infliction by the IRS.
So, I'll pay somebody who understands accounting. I took accounting 1 and 2 and nodded along as if FIFO, and LIFO made sense or that I cared if my balance sheet was exactly balanced. I just don't. A penny off? Who cares?
Math people care, and I love them...I'm just not one of them.
The only reason that I passed accounting was because my Aunt Carol was my tutor, and she was amazing. Not only was she excellent at math, she always made me some tasty homemade dinner too. And one night, she even came and got me when I'd run out of gas.
Thankfully, my job requires no such math skills.
If my high school math teacher could see me now, I'd give him the big bird.
Because as I suspected:
Writing + Concepting = Copywriting
See any math?
No.
I don't miss story problems.
But now I may never know who will get to the next train stop first if they left at the same time but on different trains.
Will it be Ramon or Robert?
I say take a plane. It's quicker.
Problem solved.
Friday, January 27, 2006
Chinese New Year
Happy New Year to everybody in China.
Now, whip out those party hats.
Seriously. Last night, I went out with my new co-workers and ran into some old friends.
We all gathered to celebrate a tradition, that I feel lucky to be included in. We started out at Goodnight Gracie's in Royal Oak. That was cool. I've lived in Royal Oak for a year, and hadn't ever set foot in the place. I don't like martini's much, and I don't smoke cigars.
But of course, a bar being a bar, they served other drinks. I had a tasty gin and tonic. And I knew the bartender, so he bought it for me.
We then headed over to the Peking House, where I'm not kidding. They've got giant lazy susan's in the center of the tables, so once the dishes are set, you simply spin the wheel and decide what you may eat.
A good time was had by me. I was tired this morning, but I blame it on my new morning routine. I now wake up an hour earlier than i had to at my previous job. It's ok, but it's taking some time to adjust. I'm still lucky that we don't start till 9 anyway.
Kind of like banks. Without the pile of money or the tellers, so yeah. It's just the same.
Have a good weekend. Scratch a dog or two.
Now, whip out those party hats.
Seriously. Last night, I went out with my new co-workers and ran into some old friends.
We all gathered to celebrate a tradition, that I feel lucky to be included in. We started out at Goodnight Gracie's in Royal Oak. That was cool. I've lived in Royal Oak for a year, and hadn't ever set foot in the place. I don't like martini's much, and I don't smoke cigars.
But of course, a bar being a bar, they served other drinks. I had a tasty gin and tonic. And I knew the bartender, so he bought it for me.
We then headed over to the Peking House, where I'm not kidding. They've got giant lazy susan's in the center of the tables, so once the dishes are set, you simply spin the wheel and decide what you may eat.
A good time was had by me. I was tired this morning, but I blame it on my new morning routine. I now wake up an hour earlier than i had to at my previous job. It's ok, but it's taking some time to adjust. I'm still lucky that we don't start till 9 anyway.
Kind of like banks. Without the pile of money or the tellers, so yeah. It's just the same.
Have a good weekend. Scratch a dog or two.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
ODE to JoE
Today's blog entry is dedicated to my friend Joe.
If you don't know Joe. Read on, and you might learn to love him too.
10 Things I love about Joe.
1. He dances for my entertainment. And that sounds dirty, but it's not. All clothes remain on at all times.
2. Joe is kind. If you're his friend, he makes time for you, even when he doesn't have it.
3. He doesn't judge me when I tell him strange things. He listens, and then adds something even more bizarre.
4. Which brings me to his sense of humor. Anything from a squirrel pushing a basket of ham, to a book of photos with captions about old ladies and hand-guns.
5. Because of him, I finally saw Fight Club. Great movie. Don't judge me, just cause I took 10 years to watch it.
6. He opens doors. And he used to carry my multiple bags of stuff up to my office in the morning.
7. It inspires me to see how much he loves his wife. We spent an evening after work gathering things so he could make her a scrapbook of all their dates, leading up to the proposal. He'd even kept a record of all their emails from when they first started dating.
8. We never run out of things to talk about.
9. He has no idea how awesome he is. He pretends he thinks he's awesome, but he's humble and down to earth.
10. Eating lunch with Joe was often the best part of my work day.
I've never met anybody like him, and I thank God for bringing me such a good friend.
So, there you go.
The beauty of Joe in a nutshell.
If you don't know Joe. Read on, and you might learn to love him too.
10 Things I love about Joe.
1. He dances for my entertainment. And that sounds dirty, but it's not. All clothes remain on at all times.
2. Joe is kind. If you're his friend, he makes time for you, even when he doesn't have it.
3. He doesn't judge me when I tell him strange things. He listens, and then adds something even more bizarre.
4. Which brings me to his sense of humor. Anything from a squirrel pushing a basket of ham, to a book of photos with captions about old ladies and hand-guns.
5. Because of him, I finally saw Fight Club. Great movie. Don't judge me, just cause I took 10 years to watch it.
6. He opens doors. And he used to carry my multiple bags of stuff up to my office in the morning.
7. It inspires me to see how much he loves his wife. We spent an evening after work gathering things so he could make her a scrapbook of all their dates, leading up to the proposal. He'd even kept a record of all their emails from when they first started dating.
8. We never run out of things to talk about.
9. He has no idea how awesome he is. He pretends he thinks he's awesome, but he's humble and down to earth.
10. Eating lunch with Joe was often the best part of my work day.
I've never met anybody like him, and I thank God for bringing me such a good friend.
So, there you go.
The beauty of Joe in a nutshell.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Footloose No More
So, let's talk about Sean Penn's brother, who most people refer to most often as the, "guy from Footloose."
Apparently he has died. Cause of death TBD. He is best known as Willard.
Kevin Bacon's nerdy, but cool friend who learned to bust a move under the steady care of Mr. Bacon's, character, Ren.
And yes, I've seen this movie a few times. Admit it. You stop everytime it scrolls by on your 100 channel cable extravenganza.
Why? Because it's cheesy and yet very entertaining, and so 80's. Come on. A town without dancing? How innocent is that?
Now days, it would have to be something much darker, and it wouldn't be the same.
We say goodbye Willard...We will miss you.
Let's hear it for the boy.
And sadly now, your brother Sean, he'll be even more angry.
Apparently he has died. Cause of death TBD. He is best known as Willard.
Kevin Bacon's nerdy, but cool friend who learned to bust a move under the steady care of Mr. Bacon's, character, Ren.
And yes, I've seen this movie a few times. Admit it. You stop everytime it scrolls by on your 100 channel cable extravenganza.
Why? Because it's cheesy and yet very entertaining, and so 80's. Come on. A town without dancing? How innocent is that?
Now days, it would have to be something much darker, and it wouldn't be the same.
We say goodbye Willard...We will miss you.
Let's hear it for the boy.
And sadly now, your brother Sean, he'll be even more angry.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Baby Got Back
That's right. I've got back. Or a big ol' booty.
What can I do?
Well, for one thing, I've decided to go into chocolate detox, because I have a chocolate addiction, which turned into a cheese addiction on the break between Christmas and New Year's. But you know what?
It's ok. I'm going to get it under control. One day at a time. I've just started Pilates, which doesn't feel like your doing anything, until you find yourself bend like a bridge and your legs start to shake. It was at the moment, that I thought, hey maybe something's happening here.
As soon as I get paid, I'll be rejoining my gym, where the treadmills live. That will help.
And onto other news, I've finally got my first couch. Oh sure, I've had couchs before, but never a brand new one. One who's life history will be decided by me and not 3 frat boys and a stale keg.
I'm excited to once again have someplace to sit and read, that I don't have to lie down.
That's all I've got for now. I've got to go sign up for some benefits etc.
What can I do?
Well, for one thing, I've decided to go into chocolate detox, because I have a chocolate addiction, which turned into a cheese addiction on the break between Christmas and New Year's. But you know what?
It's ok. I'm going to get it under control. One day at a time. I've just started Pilates, which doesn't feel like your doing anything, until you find yourself bend like a bridge and your legs start to shake. It was at the moment, that I thought, hey maybe something's happening here.
As soon as I get paid, I'll be rejoining my gym, where the treadmills live. That will help.
And onto other news, I've finally got my first couch. Oh sure, I've had couchs before, but never a brand new one. One who's life history will be decided by me and not 3 frat boys and a stale keg.
I'm excited to once again have someplace to sit and read, that I don't have to lie down.
That's all I've got for now. I've got to go sign up for some benefits etc.
Monday, December 05, 2005
Cleaning Out My Closet
I'm sorry to tell you that this blog wan't include any snappy rhyming from Eminem, but I'm even whiter than he is, so consider yourself lucky.
Anyway, that's what I did this weekend. Cleaned out my closets in order to get my upper flat in order. I'm well on my way now. I've painted. I've cleaned. I'm working on the organization. And after that, all I really need is some furniture. Specifially a couch to start. I do have someplace to sleep.
I love my bed. It's been sad leaving it in the mornings. Especially now that I've outfitted it with flannel sheets, it is so cozy and snuggly.
And that's a sad commentary when my flannel sheets make me feel so happy. I guess it's the little things that have to get you through.
That's it for now. Good productive weekend. I even bought a plastic tool box to keep my hammer and 2 screwdrivers in. I'm sure I'll need more tools, but it's hard to get too worked up over Craftsman tools. If something breaks, I don't know how to fix it anyway, so what's the point?
I know. I should be self sufficient and all that good stuff, but it'd be nice to have built in handy man power, but if I had that, I'd be spending my weekends teaching classes at Home Depot.
Anyway, that's what I did this weekend. Cleaned out my closets in order to get my upper flat in order. I'm well on my way now. I've painted. I've cleaned. I'm working on the organization. And after that, all I really need is some furniture. Specifially a couch to start. I do have someplace to sleep.
I love my bed. It's been sad leaving it in the mornings. Especially now that I've outfitted it with flannel sheets, it is so cozy and snuggly.
And that's a sad commentary when my flannel sheets make me feel so happy. I guess it's the little things that have to get you through.
That's it for now. Good productive weekend. I even bought a plastic tool box to keep my hammer and 2 screwdrivers in. I'm sure I'll need more tools, but it's hard to get too worked up over Craftsman tools. If something breaks, I don't know how to fix it anyway, so what's the point?
I know. I should be self sufficient and all that good stuff, but it'd be nice to have built in handy man power, but if I had that, I'd be spending my weekends teaching classes at Home Depot.
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