It's odd. Just the other day, my parents where harping on me to get busy, and make new friends.
And somehow, I've unintentionally managed to fill every spare minutes of my next week with those plans.
It's crazy when the Universe decides to give you everything you've asked for, all at one time.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
The Battle of the Sexes
I'm taking an Interpersonal Communication class this semester, that's all about how to communicate intimately with people. She regularly divides us up into groups, and has us self-disclose, about our cultural differences, or our thoughts on her information, or communication issues in our lives. She's teach us how to speak where people can understand you, and how to be good listeners, while giving thoughtful advice. (I bet Fyrecreek'd do great in this class. She wouldn't even have to read the book. Overachiever;) )
Anyway, last week, she had us divide into groups of five and list all the different cultures and subcultures we belonged to. We had an Apache-Mormon, an Anglo-Christian-Bisexual-Democrat, a Palestinian-Muslim-Conservative, a Anglo-German-Catholic-Republican, and a Choctaw-Pagan-Independent. Couldn't have told us apart, couldn't have known who was what. It was awesome to see the diversity in our group, and insane to see all the differences in our class of 20.
Today, though. Today, she split the class by sex. She sent to boys to a room with a blue piece of paper, and the girls to a room with a pink piece of paper. Then, she asked us to write down every complaint we had about the opposite sex.
The girls set to work. 5 minutes, and we had three pieces of paper covered in writing. 5 minutes, and the boys had 3/4 of a page. Here are some highlights, in order of appearance, in the same size font as the paper:
Boys-
Girls never make their own decisions
Girls judge us by our appearance, not our personality.
Girls put too many details into their stories.
Girls interrupt the football game.
Girls are egocentric.
Girls have no self esteem.
Girls are too picky.
Girls take forever to get ready.
Girls have too many emotions.
Girls cry over everything.
Girls blame everything on PMS.*
Girls-
It's not always PMS--You're Just an Idiot.*
Guys leave to toilet seat up.
Guy pretend to listen.
Guys call us babe, they never use our name
LIKING SEX DOES NOT MAKE ME A SLUT
If you're going to bring home lingerie, please bring home my size.
Guys never want to talk.
Please put down the video game long enough to say "Hi".
If you ask us how our day was, don't just say "Yeah...uh-huh...That's great."
Why did chivalry die?
Burping and farting is great bonding with your guy friends. I don't have a penis.
Guys never make plans.
Chocolate, Flowers, and jewelry are not the magic fix-all.
Spontanity is planning to do something fun, then seeing where it goes. It is not, "Ah, crap, what can I make up and make it seem planned."
Hanging out with the guys? That's great. Have fun. Hanging out with the guys at a strip club. At least tell me the truth, don't lie and get caught later.
You flirting is fine. I laugh at another guy's joke? It starts WWIII.
Of course I'm always right. Life'll be easier when you figure that out.
You complain we have no self-esteem, but you judge us by our clothes, our faces, our lips, our boobs, our waists, our hair, and porn.
You will carry the trash to the counter, but refuse to actually place it in the wastebasket.
If we buy the wrong kind of beer, it's a catastrophe. Somehow, it's perfectly acceptable for you to not know the difference between a pad and a tampon.
We love you. Why are you so damned hard to live with?
(* These two were written completely independent of each other, without having seen the other sex's paper. They are also listed in correct order, and size, and resulted in the longest arguement. anyone else laughing?)
Anyway, last week, she had us divide into groups of five and list all the different cultures and subcultures we belonged to. We had an Apache-Mormon, an Anglo-Christian-Bisexual-Democrat, a Palestinian-Muslim-Conservative, a Anglo-German-Catholic-Republican, and a Choctaw-Pagan-Independent. Couldn't have told us apart, couldn't have known who was what. It was awesome to see the diversity in our group, and insane to see all the differences in our class of 20.
Today, though. Today, she split the class by sex. She sent to boys to a room with a blue piece of paper, and the girls to a room with a pink piece of paper. Then, she asked us to write down every complaint we had about the opposite sex.
The girls set to work. 5 minutes, and we had three pieces of paper covered in writing. 5 minutes, and the boys had 3/4 of a page. Here are some highlights, in order of appearance, in the same size font as the paper:
Boys-
Girls never make their own decisions
Girls judge us by our appearance, not our personality.
Girls put too many details into their stories.
Girls interrupt the football game.
Girls are egocentric.
Girls have no self esteem.
Girls are too picky.
Girls take forever to get ready.
Girls have too many emotions.
Girls cry over everything.
Girls blame everything on PMS.*
Girls-
It's not always PMS--You're Just an Idiot.*
Guys leave to toilet seat up.
Guy pretend to listen.
Guys call us babe, they never use our name
LIKING SEX DOES NOT MAKE ME A SLUT
If you're going to bring home lingerie, please bring home my size.
Guys never want to talk.
Please put down the video game long enough to say "Hi".
If you ask us how our day was, don't just say "Yeah...uh-huh...That's great."
Why did chivalry die?
Burping and farting is great bonding with your guy friends. I don't have a penis.
Guys never make plans.
Chocolate, Flowers, and jewelry are not the magic fix-all.
Spontanity is planning to do something fun, then seeing where it goes. It is not, "Ah, crap, what can I make up and make it seem planned."
Hanging out with the guys? That's great. Have fun. Hanging out with the guys at a strip club. At least tell me the truth, don't lie and get caught later.
You flirting is fine. I laugh at another guy's joke? It starts WWIII.
Of course I'm always right. Life'll be easier when you figure that out.
You complain we have no self-esteem, but you judge us by our clothes, our faces, our lips, our boobs, our waists, our hair, and porn.
You will carry the trash to the counter, but refuse to actually place it in the wastebasket.
If we buy the wrong kind of beer, it's a catastrophe. Somehow, it's perfectly acceptable for you to not know the difference between a pad and a tampon.
We love you. Why are you so damned hard to live with?
(* These two were written completely independent of each other, without having seen the other sex's paper. They are also listed in correct order, and size, and resulted in the longest arguement. anyone else laughing?)
Monday, January 28, 2008
A Little Lost
Fall '08 semester was really hard for me. I lost a fiance, my best friends all moved, I went to work 40 hours a week, took 19 hours of class.
I know, there are people who have it worse, and do better. People who climb mountains. People who conquer.
I fell flat on my face.
Thursday night, my semester grades came in. Four W's, four F's. No credit for semester. I absented out. Too much working until 1 am and staying up, winding down, and working on homework til 4 or 5.
My parents called, and asked me to come home so they could talk to me. They said they're taking my financial support away. They said they were disappointed. But mostly, they said they were worried. I seemed lost, and scared, and unhappy.
And they're right, because I was. And, I still am a little. I now have three choices. Go back to work full time, go to school and work full time, or find something else.
They told me to find what makes me happy. They told me to like myself, and whatever I find, they'll support it.
Where do I start?
I know, there are people who have it worse, and do better. People who climb mountains. People who conquer.
I fell flat on my face.
Thursday night, my semester grades came in. Four W's, four F's. No credit for semester. I absented out. Too much working until 1 am and staying up, winding down, and working on homework til 4 or 5.
My parents called, and asked me to come home so they could talk to me. They said they're taking my financial support away. They said they were disappointed. But mostly, they said they were worried. I seemed lost, and scared, and unhappy.
And they're right, because I was. And, I still am a little. I now have three choices. Go back to work full time, go to school and work full time, or find something else.
They told me to find what makes me happy. They told me to like myself, and whatever I find, they'll support it.
Where do I start?
Friday, January 25, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
A little Complicated
Ice cream drumsticks and Dove chocolate do wonders for soothing a bruised heart.
Friends can heal even the most beaten soul.
Fyrecreek, I hope Tuesday goes well.
Willow, I don't know eveything that's going on, but you've handled more in your 28 years than most do in a lifetime. Listen to her, she'll guide you well. Take a lesson from her, though. It's ok to sit back, to be kind and soft-spoken, and handle things gentle, but sometime... Well, fire always gets people's attention.
Friends can heal even the most beaten soul.
Fyrecreek, I hope Tuesday goes well.
Willow, I don't know eveything that's going on, but you've handled more in your 28 years than most do in a lifetime. Listen to her, she'll guide you well. Take a lesson from her, though. It's ok to sit back, to be kind and soft-spoken, and handle things gentle, but sometime... Well, fire always gets people's attention.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Eating Right Shouldn't Be This Hard
Someone please explain to me why I can get a 1/4 lb cheesburger, Large fries, and a Large drink for the price of a single grilled chicken sandwich. It's no harder to make. I know, I did it for four months.
This frustrates me to no end. Why can I get a 16 oz can of processed, preserved, canned corn for half the price of a single untouched ear? Why is highly processed bread that's gone through so many different stripping machine that they actually have to enrich it (aka, put back in the minerals and vitamins they took out) 97 cents, and a loaf of whole-grain bread (that actually took less time, less money, and less marketing) is $3.22? Why can I buy an entire bag of pre-fried, frozen, double-breaded chicken nuggets for less than I can buy a cornish hen?
If Obesity is the "Great American Epidemic," why does the government tax us on fruits and vegetables? Rather than making us pay $9,995 for a lap-band procedure (an actual commercial I heard on the radio), why not just lower the price of Kashi? My state has recently started the "March Toward A Million" website, encouraging our entire state to lose over a million pounds in '08. That's great! I think it's a fantastic step. Support is always welcome. You really want to make a difference? Offer a 30% discount at sportware stores. Bring in a company that ACTUALLY SELLS (and I mean have-on-hand, not order-and-it'll-be-here-next-week) a sports bra bigger than a D cup. Hell, while we're at it, offer a discount card for new clothing for people who've lost 5-10% of their body weight (so long as their doctor certifies that weight loss is healthy).
So long as someone maintains a 30 minute, three-days-a-week schedule at the gym, why not cut their membership fees in half. Or offer free yoga classes in the part. Or have the state-run universities offer free line dance or salsa classes one a week.
The cost of twenty pounds=
an extra 50$ a month in groceries
20$ in gas to go back and forth to the gym
35$ for a sports bra
35$ for workout clothes (because of the extra material)
20$ for running shoes
Still up in the air whether or not I'll be able to alter my clothes, so that'll they'll continue to fit and stop looking like I'm wearing a sack, cause goddess knows I can't afford a new wardrobe.
I like me. I like where I'm at. I love that my heart's healthier, I love that my diabetes risk has gone down, I love that I can wear my skinny jeans again.
I don't understand why it's so hard for politicians and doctors who swear I'm a shining example...
To do something to help those of us who're trying, to stay on track.
This frustrates me to no end. Why can I get a 16 oz can of processed, preserved, canned corn for half the price of a single untouched ear? Why is highly processed bread that's gone through so many different stripping machine that they actually have to enrich it (aka, put back in the minerals and vitamins they took out) 97 cents, and a loaf of whole-grain bread (that actually took less time, less money, and less marketing) is $3.22? Why can I buy an entire bag of pre-fried, frozen, double-breaded chicken nuggets for less than I can buy a cornish hen?
If Obesity is the "Great American Epidemic," why does the government tax us on fruits and vegetables? Rather than making us pay $9,995 for a lap-band procedure (an actual commercial I heard on the radio), why not just lower the price of Kashi? My state has recently started the "March Toward A Million" website, encouraging our entire state to lose over a million pounds in '08. That's great! I think it's a fantastic step. Support is always welcome. You really want to make a difference? Offer a 30% discount at sportware stores. Bring in a company that ACTUALLY SELLS (and I mean have-on-hand, not order-and-it'll-be-here-next-week) a sports bra bigger than a D cup. Hell, while we're at it, offer a discount card for new clothing for people who've lost 5-10% of their body weight (so long as their doctor certifies that weight loss is healthy).
So long as someone maintains a 30 minute, three-days-a-week schedule at the gym, why not cut their membership fees in half. Or offer free yoga classes in the part. Or have the state-run universities offer free line dance or salsa classes one a week.
The cost of twenty pounds=
an extra 50$ a month in groceries
20$ in gas to go back and forth to the gym
35$ for a sports bra
35$ for workout clothes (because of the extra material)
20$ for running shoes
Still up in the air whether or not I'll be able to alter my clothes, so that'll they'll continue to fit and stop looking like I'm wearing a sack, cause goddess knows I can't afford a new wardrobe.
I like me. I like where I'm at. I love that my heart's healthier, I love that my diabetes risk has gone down, I love that I can wear my skinny jeans again.
I don't understand why it's so hard for politicians and doctors who swear I'm a shining example...
To do something to help those of us who're trying, to stay on track.
Monday, January 21, 2008
I Met My New LandLord Today
His name is Stacy.
Stacy is about 30 years old, is married, and owns a house about ten miles down the rode, but his oilfield company currently has him stationed in California. He'll be moving back in a few years, and wants to own some land, so he bought the ranch my trailerhouse is located on. He bought the place blind, and came to see his 16 acres today.
He seems like a very nice person. He was very impressed with the work we've done to the house, and the way it looks now. He's concerned about the stuff we're concerned about (like the neighbors dogs that attacked? us the other day), and has promised to fix whatever he can, within a reasonable amount of time.
What's wrong with the house:
Front door leaks air from all four sides (jerry-rigged until carpenters arrive)
Living room light fixture= wires hanging from ceiling
Molded ceiling tiles all over house (sealed until can be replaced)
Furnace used 150 gallons of propane in two weeks (replacement part ordered)
Carpet has no seams. At all.
Twit's room has hole in floor. (fixed enough)
All light sockets on east wall do not work
Porch Light does not work
Second Bath has missing ceiling tiles
Oven does not work
Kitchen faucet leaks
Both toilets do not work (We fixed)
Master Bath floor vents busted
Jen's storm window busted
Lawn overgrown (mowed, pulled weeds)
Stacy is about 30 years old, is married, and owns a house about ten miles down the rode, but his oilfield company currently has him stationed in California. He'll be moving back in a few years, and wants to own some land, so he bought the ranch my trailerhouse is located on. He bought the place blind, and came to see his 16 acres today.
He seems like a very nice person. He was very impressed with the work we've done to the house, and the way it looks now. He's concerned about the stuff we're concerned about (like the neighbors dogs that attacked? us the other day), and has promised to fix whatever he can, within a reasonable amount of time.
What's wrong with the house:
Front door leaks air from all four sides (jerry-rigged until carpenters arrive)
Living room light fixture= wires hanging from ceiling
Molded ceiling tiles all over house (sealed until can be replaced)
Furnace used 150 gallons of propane in two weeks (replacement part ordered)
Carpet has no seams. At all.
Twit's room has hole in floor. (fixed enough)
All light sockets on east wall do not work
Porch Light does not work
Second Bath has missing ceiling tiles
Oven does not work
Kitchen faucet leaks
Both toilets do not work (We fixed)
Master Bath floor vents busted
Jen's storm window busted
Lawn overgrown (mowed, pulled weeds)
Sunday, January 20, 2008
A trip to the City
You'll never guess what I did today.
Ok, maybe you will. Jen and I have the same day off, and Zillah didn't get to come down yesterday because she was sick, so she asked us to come up today. So, we did.
We went up about 4:00, and I took Jen to see my favorite make-up store, and then we went to our favorite clothes store to try on dresses.
Somehow, somewhere, she and I have picked up this weird little let-loose thing. We try on dresses. We don't have to have money, because we're not really looking to buy a dress unless it's majorly on sale, or we fall in love. Really, we just go through, and find stuff that's fun, or pretty, or summer-y, or really, really, terribly horrificly ugly dresses. And we laugh. A lot.
Then, we went to eat dinner, and then Jen and Zillah and I went to eat dinner. And we wrote Jen's phone number on a napkin, and left it for the waiter. She almost killed us. It was great.
So, I'm in a good mood today.
Ok, maybe you will. Jen and I have the same day off, and Zillah didn't get to come down yesterday because she was sick, so she asked us to come up today. So, we did.
We went up about 4:00, and I took Jen to see my favorite make-up store, and then we went to our favorite clothes store to try on dresses.
Somehow, somewhere, she and I have picked up this weird little let-loose thing. We try on dresses. We don't have to have money, because we're not really looking to buy a dress unless it's majorly on sale, or we fall in love. Really, we just go through, and find stuff that's fun, or pretty, or summer-y, or really, really, terribly horrificly ugly dresses. And we laugh. A lot.
Then, we went to eat dinner, and then Jen and Zillah and I went to eat dinner. And we wrote Jen's phone number on a napkin, and left it for the waiter. She almost killed us. It was great.
So, I'm in a good mood today.
Friday, January 18, 2008
I'm A Little Jealous
And maybe it makes me a bad person, but I can't help it. It's not just me, it's Jen and Jesse and Zillah, too, but mostly me and Zillah. My friend, Kris, has fallen in love.
It's really vey cute. She and this guy, Mike, dated her junior and senior year of high school. At the time, she was very religious, and believed God was telling her that she wasn't supposed to marry him, because she'd meet her new husband in college, so... She dumped him. Told him what God had said, and walked away.
-Fast-forward to two years later- He's in a relationship with another girl, very unhappy. She's alone, and regretting her mistake. On New Year's Eve, while she's home for christmas, she's hanging out at her friend's house, when who should appear but Mike, carrying a pillow and his toothbrush. He and his girlfriend had had a major fight, can he sleep here tonight?
Somewhere around 3am, he joked with Kris about taking her back, and she responds, "I'd take you back if you'd let me..." Oh joyous day!! They've been inseperable since, even though she's living three hours away. Both of them have been unhappy, and all of their other relationships have failed... because they were still in love with each other, and no one could measure up.
And my goddess, are they perfect for each other! They're both SO VERY WEIRD... and somehow manage to balance each other out. They've picked out an engagement ring, but are waiting until April, after her sister gets married, to make it official.
See why we're jealous?
It's really vey cute. She and this guy, Mike, dated her junior and senior year of high school. At the time, she was very religious, and believed God was telling her that she wasn't supposed to marry him, because she'd meet her new husband in college, so... She dumped him. Told him what God had said, and walked away.
-Fast-forward to two years later- He's in a relationship with another girl, very unhappy. She's alone, and regretting her mistake. On New Year's Eve, while she's home for christmas, she's hanging out at her friend's house, when who should appear but Mike, carrying a pillow and his toothbrush. He and his girlfriend had had a major fight, can he sleep here tonight?
Somewhere around 3am, he joked with Kris about taking her back, and she responds, "I'd take you back if you'd let me..." Oh joyous day!! They've been inseperable since, even though she's living three hours away. Both of them have been unhappy, and all of their other relationships have failed... because they were still in love with each other, and no one could measure up.
And my goddess, are they perfect for each other! They're both SO VERY WEIRD... and somehow manage to balance each other out. They've picked out an engagement ring, but are waiting until April, after her sister gets married, to make it official.
See why we're jealous?
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Religious Tolerance
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080116/ap_on_re_us/school_athlete_muslim_clothing
This article upsets me. In a time when we push to put prayer back in schools, when a Muslim-born man can run for president, when a Wiccan symbol is now recognized by the military for tombstones, when we are at the peak of what's considered our Golden Age of Religious Tolerance...
Why can't the muslim girl be allowed to practice her beliefs?
I see no way that the unitard could have enhanced her performance. She complied with the other regulations, about matching the rest of her team, by wearing track shorts and and a t-shirt (I'm sure that was cumbersome).
And the official that says he offered her several options to keep from being disqualified? It sounds like a bunch of bull to me. None of the options he offered her really changed the problem at all. Wearing and extra t-shirt? Turning the unitard inside out? Pffft. Oooo, that makes such a difference.
And even knowing that she refused to comply with the offered solutions, rather than disqualify her on the spot, they let her run. Only after she won two seperate events, did we get around to disqualifying her.
The NCLA is going to have a field day with this one. And for once, I can't say that I blame them.
This article upsets me. In a time when we push to put prayer back in schools, when a Muslim-born man can run for president, when a Wiccan symbol is now recognized by the military for tombstones, when we are at the peak of what's considered our Golden Age of Religious Tolerance...
Why can't the muslim girl be allowed to practice her beliefs?
I see no way that the unitard could have enhanced her performance. She complied with the other regulations, about matching the rest of her team, by wearing track shorts and and a t-shirt (I'm sure that was cumbersome).
And the official that says he offered her several options to keep from being disqualified? It sounds like a bunch of bull to me. None of the options he offered her really changed the problem at all. Wearing and extra t-shirt? Turning the unitard inside out? Pffft. Oooo, that makes such a difference.
And even knowing that she refused to comply with the offered solutions, rather than disqualify her on the spot, they let her run. Only after she won two seperate events, did we get around to disqualifying her.
The NCLA is going to have a field day with this one. And for once, I can't say that I blame them.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Batlle of the Roll
My dad and I have a very tenious relationship. It ranges from very good to very bad, depending on things. Like apologizing. My father cannot apologize. It breaks him. (I also have a hard time apologizing, because it means I was wrong, and I HATE to be wrong, but I will swallow my pride if I have to.) So, rather than apologize for being wrong, or hurting someone's feelings (particularly his children), he gives presents. Growing up, when my Dad lost his temper and yelled, a few days later, we would get a present. It was never wrapped, or expressed that, "I'm sorry, I thought of you, I thought you might like this, let's never fight again", but we knew.
Specific Example: Two years ago, when I still played golf, I had an appointment with my swing coach in the city on a Saturday at 3:00pm. That Friday night was also this huge event on-campus, that culminated in a concert with Brian McComis performing. At the time, I was the lead reporter for the campus paper, so I got to interview him. It was awesome. I'd been telling my parents for weeks about it, fretting over questions and outfits and such. The concert started at 7:00pm. So, because of the time stuff, I was going to leave early on Saturday morning and meet Mom, Dad, Ty, and my coach.
At 6:30, my Dad called. "We decided to come up and stay the night int the city. Come meet us!" Dad, I can't. I've got to cover this story. "Well, your interview is before the show. Just leave from there." Dad, I have to cover the SHOW, not just the interview.
It ended up a screaming match. I stayed, and did the resposible thing, and met my parents the next day. Dad spent the whole day looking guilty, and before I left, he gave me a $50 bill. "Use that to get gas and buy nice dinner on the way home."
So, the point of this story? A while ago, Dad mentioned I had gained so much weight, he thought I was pregnant. Now that I've lost some weight, I was teasing him about how I look pregnant, because none of my clothes fit, and it looks like I'm wearing maternity pants. Hence, the 100 dollars a few days ago.
Still not sure if I'm mad at him for that.
Specific Example: Two years ago, when I still played golf, I had an appointment with my swing coach in the city on a Saturday at 3:00pm. That Friday night was also this huge event on-campus, that culminated in a concert with Brian McComis performing. At the time, I was the lead reporter for the campus paper, so I got to interview him. It was awesome. I'd been telling my parents for weeks about it, fretting over questions and outfits and such. The concert started at 7:00pm. So, because of the time stuff, I was going to leave early on Saturday morning and meet Mom, Dad, Ty, and my coach.
At 6:30, my Dad called. "We decided to come up and stay the night int the city. Come meet us!" Dad, I can't. I've got to cover this story. "Well, your interview is before the show. Just leave from there." Dad, I have to cover the SHOW, not just the interview.
It ended up a screaming match. I stayed, and did the resposible thing, and met my parents the next day. Dad spent the whole day looking guilty, and before I left, he gave me a $50 bill. "Use that to get gas and buy nice dinner on the way home."
So, the point of this story? A while ago, Dad mentioned I had gained so much weight, he thought I was pregnant. Now that I've lost some weight, I was teasing him about how I look pregnant, because none of my clothes fit, and it looks like I'm wearing maternity pants. Hence, the 100 dollars a few days ago.
Still not sure if I'm mad at him for that.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Oy Vay
You know, it should not be this hard to post.
My computer died again. We don't know what's wrong this time. It won't even turn on. So, hopefully, that'll get fixed again soon, and I can go back to daily posting.
My two little kittes had to leave, to go live with Uncle Jackie and Aunt Sharon. But, the two dogs are living with us, so...
I was so excited. I got to go shopping the other day. Since we started the weight loss thing on the forums in Sept.-Oct.-somewhere-in-there, I've managed to lose about twenty pounds. Yay, me! Of course, that means my clothes don't fit anymore, so Mom and Dad "rewarded"* me with a hundred dollars with which to buy new pants and shirts. I like my new stuff. Especially since the all say 18 on the tag, instead of 22.
Yay, me!
(* It may not have exactly been "reward" money, it may just have been, "Here, you haven't had new clothes in three years" money, but... Pissed off about it anyway. That's a longer post than I have time to type out.)
My computer died again. We don't know what's wrong this time. It won't even turn on. So, hopefully, that'll get fixed again soon, and I can go back to daily posting.
My two little kittes had to leave, to go live with Uncle Jackie and Aunt Sharon. But, the two dogs are living with us, so...
I was so excited. I got to go shopping the other day. Since we started the weight loss thing on the forums in Sept.-Oct.-somewhere-in-there, I've managed to lose about twenty pounds. Yay, me! Of course, that means my clothes don't fit anymore, so Mom and Dad "rewarded"* me with a hundred dollars with which to buy new pants and shirts. I like my new stuff. Especially since the all say 18 on the tag, instead of 22.
Yay, me!
(* It may not have exactly been "reward" money, it may just have been, "Here, you haven't had new clothes in three years" money, but... Pissed off about it anyway. That's a longer post than I have time to type out.)
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Did You Miss Me?
Cause, I missed you!!
I'm back, finally! I'm moved, I got my computer back, and I have internet.
My house was a wreck whem I moved in. It hadn't been cleaned, so we had to clean in for 200 dollars off our rent. The front door had daylight pouring in around all four sides, my little brother's room had a hole in the floor, our outlets don't work, the toilet in the secondary bathroom was broken, Jen's room had a broken window, the living room lights don't work, my oven doesn't work, the central heating has some PMS moments... But I love it. We have space, in the country, in a house that we're turning into our home.
We also got a pair of kittens, little black fluffy ones with whisps of white on their legs, named Athena and Artemis.
Class started today. I think I'll like it. I found work at McDonalds here. Worked two days, won't go back. Looking for a new job, but really happy here. Really Happy.
Finally.
I'm back, finally! I'm moved, I got my computer back, and I have internet.
My house was a wreck whem I moved in. It hadn't been cleaned, so we had to clean in for 200 dollars off our rent. The front door had daylight pouring in around all four sides, my little brother's room had a hole in the floor, our outlets don't work, the toilet in the secondary bathroom was broken, Jen's room had a broken window, the living room lights don't work, my oven doesn't work, the central heating has some PMS moments... But I love it. We have space, in the country, in a house that we're turning into our home.
We also got a pair of kittens, little black fluffy ones with whisps of white on their legs, named Athena and Artemis.
Class started today. I think I'll like it. I found work at McDonalds here. Worked two days, won't go back. Looking for a new job, but really happy here. Really Happy.
Finally.
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