This is the Time of Year

I was right on all accounts about my Thanksgiving Vacation. Not much sleep, lots of food and cooking, and it was wonderful. I really do love this time of year, when I don't have to worry any more about belittling Thanksgiving and can fully embrace the best time of year. Besides the cold, which is has been here lately, I love the season. It's the only part of winter I can actually say I like. I love the cheer, the happiness, the anticipation of a gift and the anticipation of giving a gift. I realized a couple of days ago when Irish opened a gift early that I enjoyed watching and giving better than recieving. I'm finally beginning to understand how ny mom feels. How she get so happy when she's watching her six kids rip through gifts early christmas morning. I finally understand her tears of Joy. I don't think I get to go home this Christmas. My family switches off where the married kids go every year and this year is the off year. I was hoping for at least New Year's in Atlanta but it looks like that's not going to happen either. I'm really sad. I know, it's time to be with Irish's family and embrace them, and I know it's not going to be the same. But his family just doesn't have very many traditions and mine has SOOO many. I'll miss those almost as much as I'll miss being with my family. But Irish is my family now and I have to keep telling myself to be happy. I'm happy. I'm excited. But on the inside I'm sad.

But I do love this holiday more than others. I love the caroling and the "Merry Christmas's" (Which I refuse to stop saying, I believe in it even if others don't) Our society gets offended WAY to easily. Just get over it. The holiday is about more than just the commercialism and Santa. It's about much more than that, and I think we all tend to forget as we get wrapped up in the shopping and the decorating. We couldn't afford decorations this year, but we'll have them for the next. All I need is a manger scene to remind me, to put me in the Christmas Spirit. Anyway, I love the cheer and the care that everyone has for others, suddenly "me" is not the most important, or at least I like to think that we seem to forget about ourselves at this time of year. I even like the temporary dissapointment of not finding what you wanted and the elation when you finally do. I love Christmas, and I'm sad it's passing all too quickley.

Reasons of thanks

This is the time of year that all I feel like I do is just go and go and go. I mean Thanksgiving is coming up next week and although I look forward to the much needed break from school, my mom and dad are coming into town which means that

A. I won't be sleeping in much.
B. I'll have to cook many things to help with Thanksgiving dinner
C. I'll have to wake up early on Thanksgiving day to watch the Macy's thanksgiving day parade, which is a tradition that I love even if it means waking up at the crack of dawn...
D. Irish has to work anyway so I don't even get to hang out with him much over the break.

None of those are terrible things, but I was hoping for a little more of a rest this Thanksgiving. Then all that's left is a few more weeks of school then finals and then the much awaited Christmas break. Thank goodness it's almost over! Not that I don't love Thanksgiving, because I do. I love the food and the fact that I can be gluttonous and be thankful for it. What a great holiday, even if it is lost in the limelight of Chirstmas. I can still appreciate all the turkey and stuffing and rolls and Jello. Yes Jello. And I don't say that because I'm in Utah right now, the capitol of Jello, but because growing up, we only ever had jello during thanksgiving and Christmas, so it's kindof a big special holiday thing.... And my mom is and incredible cook so I really can't complain that I don't have to battle it out with a turkey this year. Maybe next year I will, but that's a whole 365+ days away. I am sad, though, that Publix grocery store does not have any affliation with Utah, mostly because I really want those cute little pilgrim salt and pepper shackers, (maybe mom will bring a set to me....note picture), and I really do believe they have a superior fresh foods selection than any grocery store out here, it's sad but true. But I guess, all in all, I have to remember that I am very grateful to be where I am today. I have an incredible husband who takes care of me and always will. I am in school, learning and gaining an education, and I have work and some money, not much but enough to get us by. Irish and I have an incredible relationship of friendship and trust and he is my best friend. We have laughter and happiness and fun and there's always food. Which is way more than many people have. We have joy. And soon, we will be moving on to a higher education and new memories and friends. And perhaps a dog....

Time of our lives...

Well, what an interesting time Irish and I have had being married. The whole marriage thing is great, we get to hang out all the time and I live with the cleanest roomate I've ever had, and he's sweet and nice and thinks of me first. Really...can it get any better? I think not. But our apartment...that's another story. I'm sure by now that the management hates us, but I can't help that all these things keep happening. It all started when we moved in. It was dirty, I mean gross dirty, there was pee on the lid of the toilet (who does that by the way), there were wood chunks in the floor and it was just gross. At 1 in the morning the first night out you could find me scrubbing the tub. Eewww. All in all, six hours of cleaning later, the apartment was livable. Then, the carpets had to be washed, which was nice. After that the toilet over flooded, I mean we're talking two to three inches of toilet water on the bathroom floor. Good thing it was only #1... Poor Irish, I hear the toilet flush and then three minutes later when I go to figure out what happened to him, I'm on the floor laughing because he is stuck on the rim of the tub surrounded by toilet water...gross. And, it was the weekend, so we had to wait a couple of days for it to be officially fixed. Then, there was a mold problem, which creeps me out and made me sick, which they scrubbed off with X-14. I could have done that and not waited four deays. They fixed, a broken towel rung, which was never properly fixed to the wall and now lives on the floor behind the door. They also switched the air conditioning to heat for the winter and so our apartment is now at least 85 degrees at all times, at least we have windows, which remain in a state of perpetual openness. And now an entire wall in the kitchen no longer has power. Which is a big deal when there are only 8 outlets in the entire apartment. Hooray for over priced small apartments. Poor Irish is so angry and frustrated, and I just keep telling him, this is the time of our lives, who cares? We have eachother. Poor guy.... I mean it's not that bad, frustrating at times but not that bad.

Childhood

My first memory ever is of my siblings and me going outside to the driveway and hanging up a sign that said "Welcome Home Kaitlin and Mom". My sister had been born and she was coming home from the hospital soon. I remember sitting on the driveway waiting for what seemed like forever, even though it was probably just a few minutes because I thought they were going to drive up any minute. It's interesting how we remember things. I don't see my little 3 year old self, I see through my eyes, watching my siblings hanging the sign and my little feet and legs out in front of me while I sat and waited (it's hard to imagine I'm that small again).... In in a geneology class, which is a little boring, they keep stressing the idea of keeping a journal "for my posterity". Honestly. Are they going to care? And they want us to write personal histories, "soon you won't remember". I'm 21. I'm pretty sure I'm not going to forget huge life memories anytime soon. But maybe it is important. Then my grandchildren can read my autobiography and say "Pluto used to be a planet? Wow, you guys were dumb." And I'll tell them that some dumb ole scientist one day decided that Pluto just wasn't a planet. How dumb is that? And they'll agree. But, you can't just decide one day that a planet just isn't a planet. I hate science. (And in further detail, I hate Sir Issac Newton. Mostly because of the whole calculus thing...)

But we were so dumb as kids, and I am so glad I never jumped on the Hansen or Spice Girls bandwagon...

What a week!

What a week this has been! Although nothing too too (yes I meant to put two toos...hee hee hee) exciting, I feel like I've just been going and going, a little like the energizer bunny, but better looking and not so pink. But poor Irish, he's been studying too! He takes the GRE in a week and he's freaking out just a bit. Mostly because he's afraid he'll choke and not have a future and not be able to take care of the family, which is rediculous cause there's some school out there that'll take him I'm sure, even if he only get's a 5. (if that's even possible.) But he's wants to go for clinical psychology, from which I understand from him is hard to get into.... But that's been our week. We are now officially scuba certified, which is way more exciting now that I recieved my official plastic card that tells me I'm official. It's all very exciting. I carry it around in my wallet so that in case something happens and the police find my wallet, at least they know I was scuba certified. I tend to think morbid thoughts like that. It keeps things alive in my head, even though I now refuse to shower when Irish is not home and therefore will wait hours until he gets home from work at night until I will even get close to the shower. I'm just afraid of a whole Psycho episode maybe happening, even though that movie does not scare me and never has....

But, I gotta give props to ABC, they keep my nights exciting and fun and not lonely, for both Ugly Betty (which is fantastic-gotta love old disney channel stars) and Grey's Anatomy (which is similarly just as fantastic. Mostly I started watching it for the sole purpose of maybe hearing Snow Patrol's Chasing Cars, which is also fantastic-the Grey's Anatomy cut-which is even more fantastic. I had to see what it was all about and therefore got the first half of the first season, and watched it all in a night... ya gotta love TV).

Seymore is offically no longer an office mate (mostly because she dosen't come in during daylight hours to avoid a certain dumb boy who makes things awkward.) But we have found time to still hang out, and will very soon be playing raquetball together, maybe even next week. Which should be exciting because I heard that if your don't wear goggles while playing, and the ball hits your eye, it is just the right size and squishyness to suck your eye out...urban legend or not? Until then, hello Seymore, update your blog.

Stick figures are an art form

Most people think that stick figures are the easy way out, but in general, it takes great precision and skill to draw a stick figure that resembles the person you are depicting. I mean without key details (like high heeled shoes for me) you would never know who or what anyone was talking about. And as we all know, stick figures were perhaps the first form of human pictures ever drawn. And although primitive, they get most of us through games like pictionary and cranium. What would we do without stick figures. They really do rule the universe.

Some people are retarded

And I don't mean retarded as in Mentally Handicapped, because I would say mentally handicapped if that's what I meant. Some people are retarded. Especially students. If the office door is closed, which it NEVER is when we are open, then it must mean that the office is closed. Oh wait, what's this? There's a note on the door? What it says that we are closed for this hour to the next for such and such a reason. So why do you knock on the door, incessantly I might add, and then expect me to help you out with something. "The office is closed right now" I say. And then they look at me as if I have some huge booger hanging out of my nose, which granted I might, but I'm pretty sure I don't. Sorry, you are not the queen of sheba, and even if you were the office is closed. I don't care what you need. The office has been closing at this time every week for at least 25 years, it's policy and no, I will not help you when it is closed. "Why", they ask, "why can't you open the door and let me talk to my professors, whom I have to lean on for every little detail". Because you are incompetent. That's the reason. You can't read a sign that's right in your face, you can't come in because the world does not revolve around you, and no, I will not make an exception because if I do it for you, I'll have to do it for everyone, and I'm just not that nice...

Days like this

It's days like this when I wonder why I even got out of bed in the first place. I came into work and who was here? No one that's who. Even now, people (faculty and staff) will only be here until 12:00 and then we will be alone. There are workers outside hammering, screaming, and machineing ( I know it's not a word) and I've had a headache for days now. And when I say outside, I don't mean out doors I mean right outside our office door, which we have to leave open cause "the Man" says so. And all summer the ceiling has been gone, someone took it out to fix it and never came back until just now, so we have had a definate Haunted Mansion (from Disney World) motif with crazy lights that were strung down the hall for a minimal amount of light. Seymore and I just want to go home, curl up with our men and watch a movie, we were thinking School of Rock.... maybe take a nap, you know just take time for a summer. I'm gonna be burned out before school even starts....

And as Seym0re and I sit here, wasting away in starvation (we're poor so we're just gonna starve) and boredom, we can't help but wonder if this is all we will amount to. Is this all there is at life at this job? The answer: YES. But I guess I can't complain, or at least shouldn't at least I have a job right? It's days like this I wonder about my sanity. Especially when I find myself staring at our office pet Maynard the fish swimming around and around in circles, because he usually doesn't move. I can't wait until this weekend...even if it's boring and stale and we don't do anything but sleep the day away..... It sounds luxurious.

And to top it all off, I think my spell check button has a defect. So I am realizing that all of my thoughts have spelling errors. "What a dummy!" People must think.... I bet some of you are thinking that right now.... It's ok.

It's days like this that I wish I was back on the Honeymoon which we spent in Clearwater, FL. Laying on the beach, soaking up the sun, and swimming with manatees. I'll get some pictures up when I develope them... if that ever happens. Where we didn't have to worry about anything but having fun and being new married. Where my biggest worry was whether or not my breath smelled ok, of if I looked cute. What I would give to go back, just for another week, that's all!!!

It's days like this when I seriously wonder why I don't quit my job. At least the banging stopped, for now.

It's also days like this when I remember all the good things I have, like Irish, and I remember why I am working hard, even if I pretty much hate my job. Only one more year and then I'm out of here....

Sick

So Shanna, my other office mate, recently spent the night in the Chicago airport due to storms on the east coast and came back with a wicked cold/flu/strep throught. I told her not to breath on my, not even to breath really, but the evil girl didn't listen. And now, my head hurts and my ear hurts and I think I'm getting worse, everything is fading fast, and I'm all alone...No one will ever witness my great death...I should get an oscar. Great.... I better not have what she has.

I was thinking about my first memory of being sick. I was 5 and I got the chicken pox. My brother and I had them together and I remember my mom slathering that nasty pink goo all over our bodies. I don't remember the iching or anything, I just remember the goo and standing in the kitchen waiting for my turn to get more, and then waiting to dry off before going back to the family room to lie down again and watch a movie. I mean with the chicken pox you don't have to sleep all day or stay in your room, you just can't go to school because of the ich and because it's contagious. In fact I got them from my other older brother who got them at school. In a big family, things like that seem to spread around. Like lice, but I never had lice. That's gross.

Getting hit on and other random thoughts

So, I haven't been hit on by anyone for a long long time, I was beginning to understand and realized that maybe I'm not that great looking, which is ok, there have to be some average looking people, not everyone can be beautiful.... But as I was walking home from work, I live just about a mile from work, which sounds like alot but it only takes 15 min. Anyway with in this 15 min time period, I was whistled at, given cat calls, had an engine revved at me and pickedup by at least 7 different men, and I'm all "Geeze, what is going on today?" I mean I'm from Atlanta, and so I've been hit on before, but I'm not gonna lie, it's been a while.... Sad I know. But it's ok, I've come to grips with my just average face. I mean I guess I'm cute, but not gorgeous or anything. Anyway, what makes men want to hit on women, and why can't we as women just hit on men we are attracted to. Most men would agree that they think it is flattering to have women hit on them.... And yes, I have done it before, it's not that big of a deal.

So remember how I've said that Utah only spits out water, it doesn't rain, well the sky just opened up, the lights began to flicker and it started to pour. It looks like it's 9:30 PM outside and I just want to go home, crawl back into bed and sleep the day away. The streets are flooding and the water has crept up to the door of our office building. Now I can hear sirons of an ambulence as it races down the street, it's almost like a 3 min flash flood. It was crazy to see, even now the waters are receding and returing to normal. I hope everyone is ok.... But just like that, the rain has stopped. It's just like the south were when it rains it pours and the rains go as quickley as they come, and before you know it the sun is shining again. People in the office were taking pictures and I'm all, "guys, come on! It's rained like this before"; but, I guess not here in Utah county....

It really bothers me when people walk by my desk, see a bag of pretzels or some other food items and just help themselves, honestly! I mean get your own food. I mean it is one of my pet peeves.... Just ASK ME!!! I would share if you would only take 5 seconds to ask and it wouldn't even bother me. But the fact that you just come up and take...oooo, that bothers me every time.

Anyway, that's all I've got for today. Seymore is now here, and she can entertain me, she always does....

Life burnout

I know, two posts in one day, but life is so sooo boring today, and I realized how truly sad and pathetic of a life I lead. I used to promise myself that I would never be boring, no matter what, and now, I realize that I have been boring for a very long time. Sad. Anyway, there are only five people who read this and one of them is me, and to top it all off, I have run out of witty things to say. How terrible is that, and now that I am married, nothing ever interesting happens, and I don't have any new stories to tell. Perhaps it's because I'm living in conservativeville where NOTHING exciting ever happens, and now that I'm not in on the dating scene, I don't have any horror stories (not that I'm complaining) but I am now boring. Irish works evenings, I don't have a car and so I sit at home watching "Hogan knows best". Although very entertaining, I am so boring. And tonight and tomarrow night, again I will sit at home, doing nothing wasting away into nothingness in the boredom of my sad existance. Now don't think I'm feeling sorry for myself, cause lets face it, I'm not, I've just come to grip with who I am and what an entirely pathetic life I lead...

Even as I think about it, what am I going to do this weekend. And the answer is? Nothing. Irish and I will sit on the couch doing nothing on the imbetween and waste the day away. I need to get a life. Even if we did have money, which we don't because we are poor, we still wouldn't do anything. By the way, I hate being poor, I can't wait until I graduate and make money so I don't have to worry so much. Sad thing is, I think this is the beginning of worrying about money for the rest of my life. I hate that. Why does being married have to come with so much more worry and angst. I mean don't get me wrong being worried is tough, and we haven't even hit the hard patches yet...At least we got through the wedding, which I didn't think was possible and almost without a scratch. I'm still trying to rest from ALL the work we did, but I'm getting there, maybe in a year I'll be back to my old self.

I mean I used to bungee jump and smash pumkins with bats and launch snowballs on unsuspecting victims, which is a big thing because here in Utah county snowballs are against the law. stupid huh? I mean I used to live on the edge, the edge of what I'm not sure, but on the edge of something anyway. And now I am boring. I guess all I have to look forward to is scuba lesson coming in a few weeks. That's not too boring right? I'm only 21 and I'm already a life burnout. That's pathetic.

Lunch

So I ate a Marie Calander's Chicken Pot Pie, which by the way are soo good, and you can put them in the microwave. (They have this cooker thingy in the top of the box that crisps up your pot pie, and it really does. I was skeptical at first, but now that I've tried them time upon time they cook up to perfection every time, just like mom's --or like they were oven cooked) Like I was saying, I ate a pot pie for lunch, but I go home for lunch and didn't have much time, because of the only having one hour deal, any way, the pot pie took 15 min to cook ( I have a sucky micorwave) and them I scarfed it down, but then I had to get back to work, Seymore was alone, and now my stomach just hurts, so the moral of the story is...By a Marie Calander's chicken pot pie, but don't eat it in 5 min flat... Or a serious nap and stomach ache will insue..It's all I can do to keep from falling asleep.

So during another boring day at work, Seymore and I entertained ourselves at chucknorrisfacts.com which very well may be one of the best cites I've ever been too, and I don't even like chuck...Ahh...the genius of those who place their inner most thoughts on the web...What would we do without their genius. When Al Gore decides to dismantle the internet, we will miss them sorely....

Summer

How sad that I now covet the days of summer when I used to run around the neighborhood with the gang, swim all day and not worry about school for a full three months...Now, I'm a working women. Here I sit, next to Seymore, gazing outside with glazed eyes and a tear for the time that's past. Never again will I have summer like that...My golden tan from the beach is fading fast (Honeymoon) and now I don't have much time to sun bathe, that's what an eight hour day will do to you. Baby steps to 1:15 when I get to take a lunch break. How sad. My first day back and I'm not too too happy to be here. Just seven more weeks till school starts. And seriously, I can't wait. Sad and pathetic I know, but what can I do? I'm doomed to stay a nerd forever, I just hope my nerdiness isn't genetic. But as for me and Seymore, (I know I know Seymore and me) at least we have eachother. And, it looks like we might get an outing today during this time of doomed loneliness and boredom. We'll make it. And I get to celebrate a new holiday next week. Pioneer day. I mean that's cool and all, celebrating the pioneers and all they went through, and I get a day off of work. Mostly, I just excited to celebrate a new holiday. I'm not even sure what I am supposed to do, I'll ask Seymore, she'll know... Whatever it is, I'm sure it's exciting. It's Pioneer day for pete's sake! (Ok, truthfully, it's a little strange, but I'll take a day of work anytime!)

I made it!

So I am now married, and for those of you that are afraid, it's not that bad. In truth, being married isn't really that different from dating, except I get to do married things (copme on guys you aren't stupid, use your imagination) and I get to live with a boy. Which is kindof weird. It's the first time in my life EVER that I don't have a female roomate...weird... Anyway we got through the I do's and the honeymoon, so we are doing ok... But lots of things have happened, I'm back in Utah and have already begun to dry up like a prune, I have turned from a young lass to a 80 year old lady in a matter of three days. Ok, I don't look bad, but that's what I feel like. But on the upside, Seymore and I get to work together again, which makes life and work much more interesting. But the well of knowledge and Ideas is running dry today folks. I have a new last name. It's eleven letters long...I went from four letters to eleven. I'm having a hard time adjusting....

Paste-eaters

So Seymore believes she is doomed to get stuck and end up marrying a paste-eater...Like that is so bad. I don't know what she is rushing for, Seymore, you're only 20...what happened to the life of loose living and such? New York? Remember? Anyway, I don't know why women these days feel like they have to rush into life. I mean honestly! I didn't plan on getting married for another ten years or so, but, alas, I found the love of my life early, and after 21 years of celibate living, I think I'm ready to tie the knot, even if it is early in life. Well, I guess I've got plenty of babying years ahead of me, since that's all women are really good for. (Please don't take that last comment seriously!) Any way, ever since I took anatomy, I'm really considering whether or not I can actually handle having kids...I mean I really want to but, I don't know if my body can take all those changes...Seriously, I have to really think about whether or not that is something that I can handle..... But on a lighter note, I'm not sure whether or not paste-eaters are that bad, I can't say I've actually met one, but maybe that is because of the shortened life span or a closet type habit of it, but how can I stereo-type what I do not know, or even understand, not that I want to try to understand. And so how can I know that marrying a paste-eater is all that bad. You just don't know Seymore, maybe he'll be the catch of the century!

So I know that this is random thought, not just about the paste-eaters, but I think I may have some run-on sentences, probably because I just type as the thoughts come out and so as a result I forgo any knowledge I ever had of grammer and just type, for all you grammer nerds, yes you Seymore, I'm sorry, just think of my thoughts as a free-write, no need for periods or correctly placed commas, I am the Emily Dickinson of this age. Deal with it.

The countdown has resumed!!!

15 days, 23 hours and 26 mins!!!! YEAH!!! So I finally got my invitations out, yes Seymore I sent one to you, and I've gotten calls already that people have recieved them. YEAH!!! Irish is really starting to get excited, which is good, and so am I. The pool is finished and it is full of water and is the most beautiful pool ever created, if I remember, I'll post a picture of it later.... But things have calmed down, the wedding is underway, and I am a happy girl once more. Generally, I'm not worried at all about the wedding, truthfully! I think my mom is about ready to pull out her hair, mostly because she got an infection in her lungs (what else can go wrong here?) and because she keeps saying we have sooo much to get done. Ok. So lets get it done. Today is not only my last day of work, but in just two weeks time, Irish will be out here to wrap his arms around me and finally be joined in holy matrimony. YEAH!!!!!!! I know, cheesy, but I can't help it!! I'm excited! So, I rented the tux, which was a lot more work than I thought, mostly because Irish secretely didn't want to deal with it or order it...but what can you do? I love him anyway...But I had to make him, which took alot of prodding and coaxing, go into a Men's Wearhouse and get measured, then he had to send me his measurements, and then I had to go in and set it all up. And all of them are asking me why he didn't just do it from Utah? Who knows? I don't. But anyway, after all that, the tux was a steal only $80 to rent for four days!!! Wow! I thought it would be more than that. Obviously I was wrong. But life is good, I still don't have a tan, but I hope to fix that soon, now that the pool is in.... Ah, the wonders of planning a wedding, who knew it would be so much work. Run away to Tahiti Seymore, make your life easier and happier!!!

Wedding?

For those of you who are thinking about getting married or are planning a wedding, don't. Use the money, run away, go to some tropical island, like Fiji, and get married there. Don't put up with the hassle...It's not worth it. Maybe I've just gotten the downside of things with my dad and all, but I'll tell you what, I am tired of wedding stuff. Again, my mom is contemplating moving the wedding date, but my dad says no. I, don't really care. The ceremony is what's important to me...Sure I guess I want to have my friends and family around me to celebrate the day, but if I could just cancel the whole things and make it easier on my mom (and me) I would, in a heartbeat I would. And, because I am soo busy, I don't have any time to work out, unless I get up and the crack of dawn to get my butt running...Fat chance when I'm so tired already. And I want to look good my wedding night, and I need to work out to get that done, which isn't happening. A cool front came into Atlanta last night, and I went running this morning, which was liberating...I hope to get my butt out of bed tomorrow and do it again. We'll see how I feel in the morning. But I loved the feeling of getting out and just running, I don't have to concentrate or worry about anything but running with good form to get the optimum workout. I don't have to think about the problems my parents have with Irish or the problems he has with them and me... Poor Irish, he doesn't know what to do with me. My parents basically hate him, and that's not an exaggeration, and he's having a hard time with what they say to me, he's afraid of them putting a wedge between us and eventually pulling us apart. It hurts me because I've always stood next to him and supported him, but he still worries, like I haven't proved my loyalty to him. I mean my parents have been on his case, hating him for 2 1/2 years now, and I've stood next to him and stuck up for him the whole time. I just never feel like it's enough for him, he's still going to worry about it no matter what I do or say, it's frustrating. Now, he doesn't ever say anything hurtful or mean about me or my parents, but the poor boy has been through the ringer many times. And I think I may ask too much of him. I just want this whole thing to be done with so I don't have to hear it from my parents anymore, or from him.... Truthfully, I'm just tired...I hope I can make it four more weeks...I stopped my countdown.

What a week!!!

So, what a scare that we all had this week!!! My dad went to the hospital last thursday and from there it all went down hill, he was first diagnosed with a subarachnoid aneurysm, which was way scary, but then they told us he ONLY had a blood vessel in his brain burst, which by the way is still really scary, better, but still scary...And now the poor guy is very sick in the hospital, but we are now on the ups and hopefully he can come home on Sun or Mon. But, as a result, all hell and chaos has broken loose at my house. My mom can't really think of anything but my dad, which is fine except that she has had to make some pretty drastic desicions on our up and coming pool, like where to put the deck.... Thank goodness for my brother Tristan, who without we would all be lost, as far as the pool goes anyway. But dad is doing well, it was up and down, and he's still got some things to get through, but he's wearing pants now, now those dumb half-body hospital gowns with your backend out for all to see your "better" side...I think you know what I mean... But as a result of all of this, all of the wedding plans have fallen to me...and I'm a little bit overwhelmed. With out my mom's wedding mind and plan, I'm as lost as the people on the TV show, which, by the way, is rumored to last for another six years...I'm glad I got out when I did....

But at this point, only 4 weeks left, and I'll do anything just to get to that point...only three more weeks of work, so I can't really complain...but man, I have a headache with it all and I can't wait until the day comes. My poor parents, with my dad cursing his luck and my mom crying her eyes out, it's all I can do to keep myself from crying...oh the phone calls and printing I have to do tonight....Wish me luck world....

Posts

It's hard for me. I have to really be in the mood to write on my blog. "What should I write?" I constantly ask myself. What "gems" of knowledge should I share with the internet...I never know. Sometimes I'll just sit and think, ok lets be honest not for very long, and try to figure out what to write on this page. In general, I do better if I just write, not thinking about what I should write, just write and let the words flow out. Kindof like a free write. Did you ever have an English teacher that was all, "let your words flow, open your mind....... write...WRITE!!!! And we're all scribbling down as fast as we can wondering if we really understand what we are supposed to be doing. My problem was always that I couldn't write as fast as I could think. Wait! I would tell my brain, I didn't finish getting that...ARG!!! So, as I sit here at 8:15 in the morning, comtemplating crawling under my desk to get some more sleep, my brain has stopped thinking. Perhaps because the thermostat has to be down to 56 degrees, and my brain has begun to freeze...my fingers too. It's just too early to do anything...

So, I'm sorry, no true gems today, maybe Seymore has something witty to say, but alas, we are 2000 miles away...anything? Anyone out there? Do you have something to say?

Ah life...

So now that I am not dealing with dumb students anymore, which I would pay to go back to...now I am dealing with people who think they are the best things that ever walked the earth. I mean, hello Elizabeth whats you name, just because I am taking a reservation for you, for a car that is taking you somewhere, doesn't mean you can treat me like the scum of the earth, like a waste of skin, or a gross nasty zit on her face. I'm sure she doesn't have zits, she's probably waaayyy to good for zits...I'm just mad. I mean really, didn't your mom teach you anything. "Always treat people with respect" my mom said. "I don't care if they three eyes, one arm and their skin is green, you treat them how you would like to be treated." Tell you what, half the world needs to go back to kindergarten to learn the basics of life. Learn how to share, take naps, and generally be nice to everyone. What a better place the world would be if we all treated eachother like we did in kindergarten. I mean the most anyone would fight about was a stolen ball. In our young eyes, there were no different colors of skin, or impairments in human nature. We liked everyone unless they picked on us too much. And then we grew up. We were taught that the world stills sees in color, and that not all those colors are the same. We saw people as different because they were old, or couldn't walk, or had a speech impediment. In kindergarten, we liked everyone. But I do think that our generation has been better at this than the last, we are more accepting of people for who they are, and not what they look like. At least that's what I like to think. Maybe I am in my own little bubble, but I'm not naive, I know what goes on...

AH!!!!

So I have written a post twice now just to get something up on my page...they have been really good and frankley I am sick of typing it and I'll write something more another day!!!

Hi Seymore, I'm sorry I haven't written in so long, thanks for being my only fan...

Hello Stonewall, you sit next to Seymore, and it is your name because now that I am down in the south, I will buy you your confederate flag to impress your southern gentleman.

Count down to the big day...47 days 1 hour and 16 min until I tie the knot...

The End is Near

Now I don't mean the end of all space and time, that would be silly. No one knows when that will happen. But the end of school is near. That means I have to pack up my life again and pack just enough to go home and leave the rest in storage. Do you know how many shoes I don't get to wear during the summer because of this trend? Well, only nine weeks and then back to my beloved shoes, and my boyfriend. So, I guess I can't complain too too much. But the end of learning, and wearing beautiful shoes and seeing my man is coming. I mean what am I to do with only ten pairs of shoes for the next 9 weeks? I don't know how I'm going to manage. Thank goodness for little sisters and their shoe supply. I have the even more evil task of trying to pack for GA, for a job, for fun and for a honeymoon. And, I have to try to fit it all in one bag. Yeah right! I'm kindof starting to freak out a little bit. I mean how can anyone expect me to pack only one suitcase? Jeez!

So Seymore and I decided that when her boyfriend asks her to marry her, which should be any day now, I have to go with her to help her find a dress. Yeah right. Like I want to go and hoist those 2 ton dresses up and plop them over her head while she searches for the light at the end of the tunnel. But, for her I will do it. I will work out so I can lift them up. I will search through endless piles of dresses to help her find the right one. I will do it!!! What would she do without me.

Wedding Dresses

So, I went wedding dress shopping today...and what a nightmare. I mean, yes it's fun to get all pretty and try on dresses, but when I begin to feel like I am wading through a desert of nonending dresses, for five hours, without sustainance or water, dress on, dress off, never ending. I mean I love it, but when each dress adds at least 150 pounds it starts to wear on you. First you put on this beautiful dress, which weighs at least 200 pounds, and then they tell you to stand on the block that is like four or five feet in the air, and I'm all, what? I can barely hold up my back and now you want me to step on that? Geez! And then everyone stares at you for like 20 min, and then are all, you look beautiful in that dress but, its just not for you. And then back into the small room where I have to pull the 2 ton dress over my head and try on another one. Fun, but tiring. And, I get do it tomorrow too. I can't wait. But if that is what I need to do for the perfect dress, on the perfect an most wonderful day of my life, then it is worth it. I mean beauty is pain right! What we women have to go through, you don't even know what we go through to make you happy. But it's worth it in the end, we are both happy! So far all of you women who are planning to get married, good luck! And set yourself up for a deep tissure message after you try on those dresses.

Good Days, bad days

So last week, my life-intolerent week turned out great! Irish finally asked me to marry him. It was really cute cause I was in the middle of a sentence about something dumb that had happened to me that day when he was all "Marry me" Of course I said yes, but it was a pretty perfect, well I think it was perfect. But I'm trying to get us married by June 10, I know, only 7 weeks, but I've been waiting long enough. My mom just feels overwhelmed. I don't think she understands that if I could have a pool party and BBQ, I would be happy. I don't think she's gonna let me get away from that. I'm from the south, so everything is big and grandiose. I mean it's the marriage ceremony that's most important right? Anyway, I'm sure that some of you out there know what I am talking about. But Irish is being a good sport. He was kindof sad that we couldn't register at Best Buy, but what can you do? He puts up with me and what I want. He's really good like that. Ok, he's perfect, but what can you do? I mean I gotta marry him if I still think he's perfect after 2 1/2 years right? That and I'm in love. Sappy I know, but I'm still on the engagement high...

Remember?

So...remember how I talked about being life intolerent? I am having one of those weeks, you know? One of those weeks were you wish you could just crawl into a deep dark dank cold lonely hole, curl up into the fetal postition and just dry up and die. I see myself drying up like a prune and then turning into dust... then I wouldn't have to worry any more...that would be great. But then I think about all the loved ones I would leave behind (I'm just a little bit dramatic...) and how sad everyone would be, or at least how sad I would like to think everyone would be...cause who knows how much they are really liked anyway? I mean think of Scrooge in "A Christmas Carol" I mean, he was appalled when he realized how hated he was. What if that many people hate me? (I mean not the calibre of course because I don't take money and I love Christmas) But I mean seriously. Do we really know how much people actually like us, or dislike us? I would like to think that in general most people like me, I think I'm a nice person, I like most everyone...but I guess I don't reallly know.
So, in my job, I work behind a desk and help people, students to be exact. And when they want help they hover. When I say "hover" I mean that they stand as close as they can to the desk until you get rid of them by giving them what they want or sending them to the professor. I mean, hello? "I'm on the phone, can you back off the desk for 30 seconds and then I'll help you." "I'm sorry a professor's busy, you'll have to wait, but do you have to pace back and forth like that while you wait?" It really REALLY bothers me. I mean I just need my space and I don't get that there. I mean I understand that it is work, but if I can smell your nasty colonge, then either you put way too much on, or you are way to close to me. Don't get me wrong, not all the students are that bad, ok, not even half of them are. But the ones who hover, you remember those ones, they are the ones who make the day unbearable.

Irish

Irish is what I will call the man in my life. We have been together for just about two and 1/2 years now, and I'm hoping we'll tie the knot some time this summer. I call him Irish because he comes from a long long line of irish. His momma's generation was the first to marry out an non-irish man. I mean we are talking at least four-hundred years of strait irish blood. How can I not give him a name like that. And if I were to give him a name like shunkums or wholly bear, I think he just might kill me. So Irish and I are best friends, I mean we tell and do everything to and with eachother, it's nice to have him around. I figured it would be good to introduce him, I'm sure I'll mention him again and again....he is the love of my life after all!

Roommates

Tonight, I realized what is so great about roommates. For all of you that live alone, I am sorry you miss out on all of the joys and suprises and harsh feelings that may come from having roommates. Tonight my little heart fluttered as I watched a helpless egg (which had previously been decorated by it's owner so that no one would take it) was placed in the microwave. As the microwaved was turned on (4 min and 30 seconds), we anxiosly watched as the poor egg began to sweat, as if it knew what was going to happen. "I thought this was an urban legend" it probably said to itself. And as we anxiously waited, faces against the glass....BAAMMM!!! The egg exploded. Who knew that it would be soo exciting, even if it lasted only a couple of seconds, it was the highlight of a very non-exciting night.

Life-intolerent

So Seymore had an interesting outlook on life today. I was telling her that I thought I was lactose-intolerlent, because my stomach hurts something aweful whenever I eat cheese or creamy pastas, but that's besides the point. Anyway, Seymore, the wicked girl she is, then told me that she was life-intolerent. And I thought to myself, well, that's silly, she wouldn't have lasted this long if she was. I wonder if there are people out there that are life-intolerent...I bet there are. But as for Seymore, she brought this bad week on herself. After forgetting to take a certain BC pill for two days in a row, the crimson tide is rolling through again, for the second time this month. Poor Seymore, whatever will she do?

But life-intolerent? I suppose I've had weeks like that, where absolutly nothing goes right and you try to understand why you were ever born, or the days when you knew it would have been better if you just stayed in bed, cellphone off and computer quiet, pretending like you were a deaf mute, on her sickbed, so that no one would even want to enter the room... Seymore is having one of those weeks, poor girl; she never should have gotten out of bed, or she should have stayed hiding under the desk...It was a good place for her I think. I'm glad she did come out, even if she is life intolerent. What would I do without the linguistical stylings of Seymore?

Rookie

So, I've never had a blog before, and I'm not really sure how it's supposed to go...Truthfully, I'm kindof afraid that I'll never have anything to write on it. I don't even ever have very much to say to my parents..."Well, today I went to school, went to work, came home and now I'm talking to you." Jeez, is my life really that boring? And another thing. I suck at spelling! How am I supposed to write something, post it online for all to see, and expect it to look alright. I'm not perfect, although sometimes I come pretty close. (that was a joke). But we'll see.

I'm not sure if I have to explain the two green shoes thing, but I think it's pretty self explanatory, I have a deep unfounding love for shoes. And yes, I do have two green ones, but it means soo much more. I'll just let you existential types try to figure out what I mean. I'm sure you'll get it.

But this is to, we'll call her Seymore. She started me on the blog. It's because of her I come into work everyday, that and for the paycheck too (ok, mostly for the paycheck) but seymore makes work very very bearable, Ok she makes me laugh. All the time.. everyday...

Aloha