-You know it's going to be a good Friday when your morning music mix includes the Grease mega-mix, the Village People, the Bay City Rollers, and Toni Basil's classic "Mickey." (Note to self: It's not that easy to do the YMCA while driving, but it didn't stop me from trying! If you were driving through the Moore I-35 construction zone this morning at around 8:30, the idiot waving her arms around in the car was me.)
-Gran D is back home from Seattle! Friday Game Night is ON! Woo Hoo!
-I'm doing my first 5K tomorrow (Race for the Cure, of course). Did you feel that? Is it suddenly a lot cooler in that H-E-double hockey sticks place? I'll try not to come in dead last. I think that's a realistic goal for me. My runner's packet came with a small deoderant. Do you think it's a hint?
-My third-grader and her sixth-grader cousin are on the phone right now discussing how busy and stressful their lives are. I'm doing my best to keep a straight face. Now they're talking about boys. Ah! There's the ice water my smile needed to chase it off. Wah! My sweet little baby girl niece can NOT LIKE BOYS YET. Especially if she has her mother's taste in them.
-We're all headed to my grandma's house soon. Maybe I can use pizza, Scrabble, and Disney channel shows to distract her from wanting to grow up anytime soon.
-It worked for me! Still does.
-Have a good weekend!
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Friday, October 13, 2006
Friday, September 29, 2006
Friday Free-For-All
-To the very rude teacher who has delighted in harrassing everyone at The Agency every time you call...you will get yours. It's not a threat, it's just my firm belief in karma. To any other teacher-types who may read my blog, yes museums need kids and field trips to keep us in business, but that doesn't give anyone the right to talk to the staff any-which-way you please. Though, as a PTA member, officer, and president; I've NEVER been spoken to in the manner I was this afternoon by any other teacher I've ever known. Even the two that kicked Tristan out of their schools.
-While I'm on that note, just because your kids are home schooled doesn't mean they shouldn't understand what to do when they are told to "line up." They will have to do it in every store, bank, and entertainment venue they frequent for their entire adult life. Some members of our staff were home schooled and were horrified to hear that little 'justification' of kids' misbehavior. Lining up is a useful life skill for all of us, no matter how we pursue our education.
-Even with all of that, it still rocked to get to teach my first field trip group this week. Woo Hoo!
-Having something to do every freakin' night of the week is a bit more than the older me can handle. I need a vacation-but I won't have one until the end of October.
-I'm getting really excited about my vacation at the end of October! Phoenix here I come!
-I'm just excited that I survived this week-even if I did forget to take Natalie to Girl Scouts.
-Her previous troop only met bi-weekly.
-She starts piano lessons next Tuesday.
-I'm going to need some post-it notes in the car, I think.
-I miss GranD and game night, but we haven't used our home theatre since she moved back to Oklahoma. I don't know what we're watching tonight, but it's gonna be good! I'm thinking Star Wars, but I might be overruled.
-Is anyone surprised by my movie choice?
-I didn't think so.
-I've had the same three Netflix DVD's here since mid-August, still unwatched. I think it's time to send them back anyway.
That's all I've got for tonight-maybe I'll feel more coherent tomorrow.
-While I'm on that note, just because your kids are home schooled doesn't mean they shouldn't understand what to do when they are told to "line up." They will have to do it in every store, bank, and entertainment venue they frequent for their entire adult life. Some members of our staff were home schooled and were horrified to hear that little 'justification' of kids' misbehavior. Lining up is a useful life skill for all of us, no matter how we pursue our education.
-Even with all of that, it still rocked to get to teach my first field trip group this week. Woo Hoo!
-Having something to do every freakin' night of the week is a bit more than the older me can handle. I need a vacation-but I won't have one until the end of October.
-I'm getting really excited about my vacation at the end of October! Phoenix here I come!
-I'm just excited that I survived this week-even if I did forget to take Natalie to Girl Scouts.
-Her previous troop only met bi-weekly.
-She starts piano lessons next Tuesday.
-I'm going to need some post-it notes in the car, I think.
-I miss GranD and game night, but we haven't used our home theatre since she moved back to Oklahoma. I don't know what we're watching tonight, but it's gonna be good! I'm thinking Star Wars, but I might be overruled.
-Is anyone surprised by my movie choice?
-I didn't think so.
-I've had the same three Netflix DVD's here since mid-August, still unwatched. I think it's time to send them back anyway.
That's all I've got for tonight-maybe I'll feel more coherent tomorrow.
Friday, September 15, 2006
Friday Free-For-All
Happiness is NOT
Having to sit on Highway 9 while it was shut down either for the OU players or other VIP's to get their charter busses off campus and on their way to the airport.
Being late for work after sitting there forever.
Being late for work when there's a very important grant meeting going on the the front room of the office.
Sneaking away from the parking lot to the grounds so the nice board members and grant-givers won't see your tardiness and your lack of 'authentic costume' because it's in the closet behind the area where they are sitting and you can't get to it.
Being yelled at by a co-worker for all of the above even though the site manager told you everyting was OK in a much nicer voice than he normally uses.
Happiness IS...
The rest of your co-workers going out of their way to make sure you don't spend the rest of your day feeling stupid.
Remembering you have a cell phone and calling up one of your oldest and closest friends to gripe about how annoyed you were when you were yelled at today.
Setting up a lunch date with that friend for next week at your place of employment. (Yell at me in front of Lanie, why don't ya?!)
Coming home to a school full of teachers and who love you.
Picking up a car load of children who love you.
Dropping that car load of children off at a friend's house for the evening.
Going home by way of Atwoods and planting some flowers around the yard for one last burst of color before Fall begins in earnest.
Going to run the church errand for which you commissioned the babysitting only to find it's been cancelled.
Going to Wal-Mart ALONE.
Picking up some, but not all, of the aforementioned children and going to your grandmother's house.
Your grandmother making you a nice dinner and cleaning up after it.
Playing Scrabble late into the night with your Grandmother, your Dad, and your cousin, but not your mom because she is out of town.
Having your grandmother wipe the floor with you in the final Scrabble score.
Having your grandmother living close by for the first time since 1980.
Having all the good memories of visiting her in Las Vegas and Seattle before she moved back home.
Having all the children remaining in your care tonight fall asleep on the drive home.
Blogging in the late-night quiet.
Your husband getting a last-minute reprieve from working mandatory overtime this weekend.
All in all, not a bad 24 hours.
Having to sit on Highway 9 while it was shut down either for the OU players or other VIP's to get their charter busses off campus and on their way to the airport.
Being late for work after sitting there forever.
Being late for work when there's a very important grant meeting going on the the front room of the office.
Sneaking away from the parking lot to the grounds so the nice board members and grant-givers won't see your tardiness and your lack of 'authentic costume' because it's in the closet behind the area where they are sitting and you can't get to it.
Being yelled at by a co-worker for all of the above even though the site manager told you everyting was OK in a much nicer voice than he normally uses.
Happiness IS...
The rest of your co-workers going out of their way to make sure you don't spend the rest of your day feeling stupid.
Remembering you have a cell phone and calling up one of your oldest and closest friends to gripe about how annoyed you were when you were yelled at today.
Setting up a lunch date with that friend for next week at your place of employment. (Yell at me in front of Lanie, why don't ya?!)
Coming home to a school full of teachers and who love you.
Picking up a car load of children who love you.
Dropping that car load of children off at a friend's house for the evening.
Going home by way of Atwoods and planting some flowers around the yard for one last burst of color before Fall begins in earnest.
Going to run the church errand for which you commissioned the babysitting only to find it's been cancelled.
Going to Wal-Mart ALONE.
Picking up some, but not all, of the aforementioned children and going to your grandmother's house.
Your grandmother making you a nice dinner and cleaning up after it.
Playing Scrabble late into the night with your Grandmother, your Dad, and your cousin, but not your mom because she is out of town.
Having your grandmother wipe the floor with you in the final Scrabble score.
Having your grandmother living close by for the first time since 1980.
Having all the good memories of visiting her in Las Vegas and Seattle before she moved back home.
Having all the children remaining in your care tonight fall asleep on the drive home.
Blogging in the late-night quiet.
Your husband getting a last-minute reprieve from working mandatory overtime this weekend.
All in all, not a bad 24 hours.
Friday, September 08, 2006
Friday Free-For-All
-I am sick. of. paint. But I still have big plans for the living room on the next holiday weekend.
-I decided on Wednesday that I preferred weeding to painting.
-Today, I got to weed all the gravel paths that run along the 9.5 acres of The Agency.
-I still prefer the weeding to the painting.
-Fooling your kids into eating edamame by showing them how fun it is to pop the beans out of the pod only works the first time you serve it.
-At least one of my kids still loves it.
-This house sure is a mess for the small amount of time any of us spend in it lately.
-Leave it to my buddy John to text me a pic of a Latin inscription so obscure that even I can't read it. John, I think we'll go with "Christ is a Pomeranian" until I can get to the OU library. (Or actually, to text Chris the pic and have her forward it.)
-Leave it to me to be obsessed with translating that inscription when I have about 100 other things to do.
-I'm working a volunteer event for The Agency tomorrow. In period costume. Apparently, I have no dignity left and I'll do anything to get in my 450 hours.
-The Agency director just found another OU program for museum employees.
-I am desperate to enroll.
-It means more schooling after I finish the MLS.
-I am a glutton for punishment. (But I would be non-profit certified which would make me even more likely to get a good job somewhere.)
-If we could confuse people into thinking they were buying t-shirts instead of joining PTA, every parent in school would be a member.
-Even so, we have doubled our membership since back-to-school night.
-It's good to be the teachers' "darling" at Open House when you are being approached by someone you were rude to at Back to School night.
-Once she saw how the teachers loved me, she actually stood there sucking up to me. So that's what it's like to be the popular girl at school.
-I think I'd rather just not talk to people who don't like me and vice versa. But it was fun, just once, to experience that.
-Both our daughters are Girl Scouts, so future encounters are inevitable and I won't have the teachers to protect me then.
-I'll live.
-When sending pictures to your kids' school for Grandparents' Day, don't send the only pic you have of your deceased, but still beloved, MIL holding your first-born taken just hours before she would have an ultimately fatal stroke
-Because, as tough as you think you are, you WILL cry in front of all those teachers who love you so much, and they will notice, and you will be embarrassed.
-And then your son will say "I never met her, but I love her picture."
-And then you will really cry.
-But you will be glad that your son and your other two younger kids know that she lived at all.
-And that's the bottom line on Grandparents' Day.
-We still love you Mama Gregg.
-I decided on Wednesday that I preferred weeding to painting.
-Today, I got to weed all the gravel paths that run along the 9.5 acres of The Agency.
-I still prefer the weeding to the painting.
-Fooling your kids into eating edamame by showing them how fun it is to pop the beans out of the pod only works the first time you serve it.
-At least one of my kids still loves it.
-This house sure is a mess for the small amount of time any of us spend in it lately.
-Leave it to my buddy John to text me a pic of a Latin inscription so obscure that even I can't read it. John, I think we'll go with "Christ is a Pomeranian" until I can get to the OU library. (Or actually, to text Chris the pic and have her forward it.)
-Leave it to me to be obsessed with translating that inscription when I have about 100 other things to do.
-I'm working a volunteer event for The Agency tomorrow. In period costume. Apparently, I have no dignity left and I'll do anything to get in my 450 hours.
-The Agency director just found another OU program for museum employees.
-I am desperate to enroll.
-It means more schooling after I finish the MLS.
-I am a glutton for punishment. (But I would be non-profit certified which would make me even more likely to get a good job somewhere.)
-If we could confuse people into thinking they were buying t-shirts instead of joining PTA, every parent in school would be a member.
-Even so, we have doubled our membership since back-to-school night.
-It's good to be the teachers' "darling" at Open House when you are being approached by someone you were rude to at Back to School night.
-Once she saw how the teachers loved me, she actually stood there sucking up to me. So that's what it's like to be the popular girl at school.
-I think I'd rather just not talk to people who don't like me and vice versa. But it was fun, just once, to experience that.
-Both our daughters are Girl Scouts, so future encounters are inevitable and I won't have the teachers to protect me then.
-I'll live.
-When sending pictures to your kids' school for Grandparents' Day, don't send the only pic you have of your deceased, but still beloved, MIL holding your first-born taken just hours before she would have an ultimately fatal stroke
-Because, as tough as you think you are, you WILL cry in front of all those teachers who love you so much, and they will notice, and you will be embarrassed.
-And then your son will say "I never met her, but I love her picture."
-And then you will really cry.
-But you will be glad that your son and your other two younger kids know that she lived at all.
-And that's the bottom line on Grandparents' Day.
-We still love you Mama Gregg.
Friday, August 25, 2006
Friday Free-For-All *One Day Late*
Our ISP had some lightning damage to it 48 hours ago-not that they told us that OR bothered to return any of our calls until about 4:30 p.m. today. Thank goodness for wireless access at Gran D's house. I think I'm finally caught up on my email and favorite blogs-and it isn't even time to start a game yet. This week has been chock-full of highs and lows and I think I may be too tired to write a coherent post about any of it. I've spent the last two days painting various parts of The Agency-that's right; scraping, priming, and painting. For this, I'm getting a Master's degree. But, my hair is getting nice and blonde in all the 100 degree sun. Not to mention, I now have this odd urge to pull all the furniture out of my living room and paint it...Dave will be thrilled. Still, I think I picked the right place for my intership. And I feel a little bad about referring to the girl I work with the most as an "Elias." She's actually a lovely girl and a lot of fun-she did spend the first day we worked together asking me why I would bother with higher education at all if I was already fulfilling God's calling for me to be a wife and a mother AND if I felt my marriage would suffer now that I was making my husband take on some of my 'rightful responsibilities.' Let's face it, I'm already a little touchy about that particular subject anyway. But I guess I answered her questions all right because there have been no 'follow-ups' since then. We spent today scraping, priming, and swapping blonde jokes. In the interest of a stream-of-consciousness post, here's a couple of the better ones:
For Christy:
A police officer noticed a blonde driving with her knee while knitting with both hands. He turned on his lights and siren, but she drove on oblivious to it. Finally, he pulled alongside her and said through his megaphone "Pull Over!" In response, she shook her head, held up her knitting needles, and said "No! It's a sweater vest!"
For Me:
A police officer pulled over a blonde and asked to see her license. Angry, she replied "I wish you guys would make up your minds! How can I show it to you when one of you took it from me yesterday!"
AND
A blonde police officer pulled over another blonde and asked to see her license. The blonde said "What's a license?" The officer replied "A small rectangle your purse with your picture on it." The blonde searched her purse and finally pulled out a small mirror and handed it to the officer. The officer looked at it and said "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were an officer too."
So, life at The Agency is good. The funeral this week...harder than I thought it would be. I thought I was going to comfort my aunt and cousins. I had little idea that I would walk out of the chapel in tears myself. As a kid, I spent countless hours and Uncle Jack and Aunt Mary's house goofing off with my older cousins while the parents played Risk, Monopoly, and a few other board games. Losing my cousin Arlene seven years ago was a shock and I didn't think losing her Dad could possibly hurt any more. It did. I have written something more beautiful and profound about the funeral, but I think I'll save that post for tomorrow. Since I get through all trials in life best when I can find the humor in them, I think I'll share a few of Wednesday's better moments:
Being greeted with a big hug and a "Hi! Pretty girl" from BOTH Uncle J and Uncle B. I've loved that greeting from them since I was a little girl and, since the divorce, we don't see Uncle B anymore. I've been so mad at him for his actions in that split that I didn't realize how comforting a hug could still be. I'm glad everyone called a truce for the funeral and meant it.
While I was a little freaked out at how my Uncle Jack looked like he was just asleep in his coffin and could wake up any minute, I was also amused by the thought of how much he would have loved to play such a prank in life had he been given the opportunity. I couldn't help but smile every time I looked at the coffin and imagined such a thing happening. Oh how I will miss that man and his practical jokes!
The way Aunt Mary, who has been understandably grief-stricken since last Saturday suddenly snapped into character just before the funeral started and told us:
"I don't care who's here and who isn't. It is 2 minutes 'till 10 and we are starting the service RIGHT NOW! Everyone get lined up behind me and make sure you've got those cell phones off. Let's go!"
Seeing his Shriner fez on a chair near the coffin brought back memories of going to one of those Shrine meetings as a Rainbow Girl to present a fundraiser check to them. During the presentation, I looked out into the audience and to see if I could spot any of my family-who I knew would be there. It wasn't too hard to spot them. Uncle Jack, Grandpa, and two of my cousins-all tough looking guys- were sitting a few rows back, waving at me and mouthing "Hi Missy!" as excitedly as they could. I was both amused and embarrassed back then, but I'm so glad I have that memory now.
Seeing the lovely young woman that the little flower girl in my wedding has become. Man! I love that kid! I hear her dad is re-doing my old Sunfire for her and I'm glad. I can't think of anyone I'd rather have driving it. And you know, as much of an idiot as her dad can be with his personal life, he will make that car run like new. He's good that way.
Speaking of her dad (yes Chris and Lanie, the ex-stripper uh, I mean "exotic dancer"), I didn't know whether to choke him or hug him or both. Uncle Jack once made a joke about wanting to be buried with a biscuit at his head and feet just like the Egyptians...and I'll be doggoned if he didn't send his two oldest sons to McDonald's 20 minutes before the service started. That's right! Uncle Jack was buried with his favorite sunglasses, his cowboy boots, his Shriner fez, AND an Egg McMuffin.
Speaking (again) of that cousin, all the women in his life were in attendance at the funeral. (His current wife and both exes). All of them are wonderful women. How does he get them-even for a little while? It was fun to stand and giggle with the one I had known the longest about how she had to resist the tempatation to pinch his rear when they were all three standing around together talking-just to watch him try and figure out which of the three had done it. Don't worry, she said that she did stop herself "since it was his dad's funeral and all." Anyone who can have that conversation with me while still standing by the family burial plot is a friend of mine. Even if she is no longer married to my cousin. (And by the way, Kyle, she's single again. I was so tempted to say something about you to her...)
And speaking of that particular ex-wife, her son has turned out so much better than any of us dared hope. Even if he did use a family funeral as a place to try and pick up on someone. (Selena's SIL, and in his defense, she IS beautiful.) Mom said he was being a huge help to the family, but I thought grief had made her delusional. As it turned out, she was right. And how often do I say that about my mom? Even with my cousin as his most prominant father figure, that boy done turned out good. I'll credit his mom-but I'm biased. She's my friend. She makes jokes about butt-pinching at funerals.
And, on a more emotional note, it's been my Aunt Mary who has been the most supportive of my Museum Studies degree. (She works at a museum herself.) She figured out I was pregnant with Elisa before my mother did and told me I would still get through school just fine. She managed to raise four kids and achieve her goals and promised me then that I would too. She called me the day before I was to be induced with the same message and has fowarded all manner of supportive and/or informative museum emails from my first day in the program. I didn't expect her to even remember I had started my intership this week, but she did. She was bragging about me to her museum friends as I walked out of her house Wednesday afternoon. Any praise from Aunt Mary is considered high praise because she doesn't just hand it out easily. Praise from her on that day no less...well, I just don't have words for how much it meant to me.
And now that I've got the entire internet caught up on my life. I think I'm going to watch Big Jake tonight-in honor of the man who taught me to love all things John Wayne, and to be proud of my redneck roots no matter how much education I have. Here's to you Uncle Jack! Thanks for everything-and sorry about the Egg McMuffin. You should have been a DeMolay. They favored spray paint and public property to pay their final respects-a lot less smelly than a coffin full of fast food, for sure. Someday we'll all be together again, and you can give us hell about it. Until then, I'll be looking forward to it. Enjoy your ride into the sunset, Pilgrim.
For Christy:
A police officer noticed a blonde driving with her knee while knitting with both hands. He turned on his lights and siren, but she drove on oblivious to it. Finally, he pulled alongside her and said through his megaphone "Pull Over!" In response, she shook her head, held up her knitting needles, and said "No! It's a sweater vest!"
For Me:
A police officer pulled over a blonde and asked to see her license. Angry, she replied "I wish you guys would make up your minds! How can I show it to you when one of you took it from me yesterday!"
AND
A blonde police officer pulled over another blonde and asked to see her license. The blonde said "What's a license?" The officer replied "A small rectangle your purse with your picture on it." The blonde searched her purse and finally pulled out a small mirror and handed it to the officer. The officer looked at it and said "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were an officer too."
So, life at The Agency is good. The funeral this week...harder than I thought it would be. I thought I was going to comfort my aunt and cousins. I had little idea that I would walk out of the chapel in tears myself. As a kid, I spent countless hours and Uncle Jack and Aunt Mary's house goofing off with my older cousins while the parents played Risk, Monopoly, and a few other board games. Losing my cousin Arlene seven years ago was a shock and I didn't think losing her Dad could possibly hurt any more. It did. I have written something more beautiful and profound about the funeral, but I think I'll save that post for tomorrow. Since I get through all trials in life best when I can find the humor in them, I think I'll share a few of Wednesday's better moments:
Being greeted with a big hug and a "Hi! Pretty girl" from BOTH Uncle J and Uncle B. I've loved that greeting from them since I was a little girl and, since the divorce, we don't see Uncle B anymore. I've been so mad at him for his actions in that split that I didn't realize how comforting a hug could still be. I'm glad everyone called a truce for the funeral and meant it.
While I was a little freaked out at how my Uncle Jack looked like he was just asleep in his coffin and could wake up any minute, I was also amused by the thought of how much he would have loved to play such a prank in life had he been given the opportunity. I couldn't help but smile every time I looked at the coffin and imagined such a thing happening. Oh how I will miss that man and his practical jokes!
The way Aunt Mary, who has been understandably grief-stricken since last Saturday suddenly snapped into character just before the funeral started and told us:
"I don't care who's here and who isn't. It is 2 minutes 'till 10 and we are starting the service RIGHT NOW! Everyone get lined up behind me and make sure you've got those cell phones off. Let's go!"
Seeing his Shriner fez on a chair near the coffin brought back memories of going to one of those Shrine meetings as a Rainbow Girl to present a fundraiser check to them. During the presentation, I looked out into the audience and to see if I could spot any of my family-who I knew would be there. It wasn't too hard to spot them. Uncle Jack, Grandpa, and two of my cousins-all tough looking guys- were sitting a few rows back, waving at me and mouthing "Hi Missy!" as excitedly as they could. I was both amused and embarrassed back then, but I'm so glad I have that memory now.
Seeing the lovely young woman that the little flower girl in my wedding has become. Man! I love that kid! I hear her dad is re-doing my old Sunfire for her and I'm glad. I can't think of anyone I'd rather have driving it. And you know, as much of an idiot as her dad can be with his personal life, he will make that car run like new. He's good that way.
Speaking of her dad (yes Chris and Lanie, the ex-stripper uh, I mean "exotic dancer"), I didn't know whether to choke him or hug him or both. Uncle Jack once made a joke about wanting to be buried with a biscuit at his head and feet just like the Egyptians...and I'll be doggoned if he didn't send his two oldest sons to McDonald's 20 minutes before the service started. That's right! Uncle Jack was buried with his favorite sunglasses, his cowboy boots, his Shriner fez, AND an Egg McMuffin.
Speaking (again) of that cousin, all the women in his life were in attendance at the funeral. (His current wife and both exes). All of them are wonderful women. How does he get them-even for a little while? It was fun to stand and giggle with the one I had known the longest about how she had to resist the tempatation to pinch his rear when they were all three standing around together talking-just to watch him try and figure out which of the three had done it. Don't worry, she said that she did stop herself "since it was his dad's funeral and all." Anyone who can have that conversation with me while still standing by the family burial plot is a friend of mine. Even if she is no longer married to my cousin. (And by the way, Kyle, she's single again. I was so tempted to say something about you to her...)
And speaking of that particular ex-wife, her son has turned out so much better than any of us dared hope. Even if he did use a family funeral as a place to try and pick up on someone. (Selena's SIL, and in his defense, she IS beautiful.) Mom said he was being a huge help to the family, but I thought grief had made her delusional. As it turned out, she was right. And how often do I say that about my mom? Even with my cousin as his most prominant father figure, that boy done turned out good. I'll credit his mom-but I'm biased. She's my friend. She makes jokes about butt-pinching at funerals.
And, on a more emotional note, it's been my Aunt Mary who has been the most supportive of my Museum Studies degree. (She works at a museum herself.) She figured out I was pregnant with Elisa before my mother did and told me I would still get through school just fine. She managed to raise four kids and achieve her goals and promised me then that I would too. She called me the day before I was to be induced with the same message and has fowarded all manner of supportive and/or informative museum emails from my first day in the program. I didn't expect her to even remember I had started my intership this week, but she did. She was bragging about me to her museum friends as I walked out of her house Wednesday afternoon. Any praise from Aunt Mary is considered high praise because she doesn't just hand it out easily. Praise from her on that day no less...well, I just don't have words for how much it meant to me.
And now that I've got the entire internet caught up on my life. I think I'm going to watch Big Jake tonight-in honor of the man who taught me to love all things John Wayne, and to be proud of my redneck roots no matter how much education I have. Here's to you Uncle Jack! Thanks for everything-and sorry about the Egg McMuffin. You should have been a DeMolay. They favored spray paint and public property to pay their final respects-a lot less smelly than a coffin full of fast food, for sure. Someday we'll all be together again, and you can give us hell about it. Until then, I'll be looking forward to it. Enjoy your ride into the sunset, Pilgrim.
Friday, August 11, 2006
Friday Free-For-All
Some random thoughts today:
When the most deadly terrorist plot since 9/11 is foiled in the 11th hour thanks to British intelligence (I knew there was really a James Bond out there somewhere), I'm so glad our government agencies have nothing better to do than to go after a hardened criminal like Joshilyn Jackson. Can you sue Social Security? If so, I hope she does.
Geez that's ridiculous!
For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer (And in my case, it's ALWAYS "for poorer." When was the last time I worked for an actual paycheck?), I have finally been enrolled for my internship-nasty emails notwithstanding. Here's hoping they don't take it out on me when it comes time to graduate. But I'm not ruling out the possibility.
I've given up both e-mealz and Weight Watcher's online and substituted them with Sparkpeople and Menus4Moms. I'm not sure they are better than their predecessors, but they ARE free. If you check out Sparkpeople, tell them MelessaG sent you.
I've decided that on pay day, Dave and I should just cash his check and split it up between Wal-Mart, the gas station, and Sam's Club. They're going to get it all by the end of the week anyway.
We're off for family night at Gran D's house. Have a good "Friday night in the big town." (And 10 points to whoever can tell me who says that-you probably have to be from the OKC metro to guess, though.)
When the most deadly terrorist plot since 9/11 is foiled in the 11th hour thanks to British intelligence (I knew there was really a James Bond out there somewhere), I'm so glad our government agencies have nothing better to do than to go after a hardened criminal like Joshilyn Jackson. Can you sue Social Security? If so, I hope she does.
Geez that's ridiculous!
For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer (And in my case, it's ALWAYS "for poorer." When was the last time I worked for an actual paycheck?), I have finally been enrolled for my internship-nasty emails notwithstanding. Here's hoping they don't take it out on me when it comes time to graduate. But I'm not ruling out the possibility.
I've given up both e-mealz and Weight Watcher's online and substituted them with Sparkpeople and Menus4Moms. I'm not sure they are better than their predecessors, but they ARE free. If you check out Sparkpeople, tell them MelessaG sent you.
I've decided that on pay day, Dave and I should just cash his check and split it up between Wal-Mart, the gas station, and Sam's Club. They're going to get it all by the end of the week anyway.
We're off for family night at Gran D's house. Have a good "Friday night in the big town." (And 10 points to whoever can tell me who says that-you probably have to be from the OKC metro to guess, though.)
Friday, May 19, 2006
Friday Free-For-All
I am incapable of stringing together one coherent topic for tonight, so instead we'll go with a hodge-podge of the week's highlights:
I'm Number 8, or 9, or 10-12
Since the intended recipient of this letter will likely never see it, I thought I would do the truly American thing and capitalize on my own personal misfortune by entering an edited version of it into the B4Books contest at Faster Than a Kudzu. Actually, a real American would have found an ear or a finger or something, planted it in their Blogger template, said they found it and sued for millions; but I took the high road and merely shared incredibly personal details of my private life on the internet. Not that it did me any good. Of the 12 entries, I didn't even make the finalist cut. I read the ones that did, and I'm OK with that. I'm just amused that even the most painful moments of my life don't really grab your attention when compared with those of others. Failing to grab people's attention when compared to others is the story of my life. However, I'm glad I did this. For one thing, it has inspired me to really work on getting something of mine noted, published, or recognized in some fashion in the next year. Also, Joshilyn at Faster than a Kudzu is a scream and I don't think I appreciated her properly until I started checking her blog obsessively for new entries and winner announcements.
How to Scare Your Male Co-Workers
I went to bed late on Tuesday (Hey! I had three hours of Grey's Anatomy to watch.) and woke up in a rotten mood. By the time I got to the museum, I said to 'N' (the lone male who works with us) that I was "in no mood" to deal with door-pounders today. He looked quite startled and said "Uh oh! "L" got here just before you and she said the same thing!" Though I doubt it was the case for either of us, poor "N" thought he had just walked into the world's biggest PMS pit. True to his word though, he did deal with all the door pounders on Wednesday.
Speaking of Grey's Anatomy
Wow-how cool was that! I'm so glad it was all already saved to Tivo in one big chunk. I would have hated waiting, even from Sunday to Monday, for that conclusion.
I hope Mer picks the vet. I used to love Mer/Der as much as the next gal, but lately not so much. I know Finn should be around next season because Chris O'Donnell signed a year-long contract. Also, I hope McSteamy comes back for Addison. She deserves better. Oh, and there's no way she was EVER a band geek.
My Very Expensive Good News
The good news is that I got accepted as an intern at the Harn Homestead. The bad news is that on top of my 6-hour grad school tuition, I'm also going to have to pay for more gas, daycare for the little girls, and the after-school program for the bigger ones. This may be my most expensive semester at OU ever, and that includes taking 16 hours and paying to live in the DG house as an undergrad. Maybe I should take out some student loans after all.
Every Doggone Place You Go
A very sweet retired man has been working on the same jacket as me in fossil prep class for three weeks now. On Tuesday at the end of class, he asked me where I went to church. With my usual learned timidity on the subject, I said I was "Mormon." His face fell and last night he didn't want to work with me again. Living in the Bible belt sucks.
Speaking of Church
When the fun and festive game of Scripture Family Feud goes over like a lead balloon, teenagers will forgive you as long as you bring some really good post-activity treats. I get mine at Wal-Mart. And I still think the whole Family Feud theme was fun, even if those kids weren't getting the same answers as the "100 people surveyed" did. Oh well, the cookies were a big hit anyway. Dave and I are chaperoning Youth Conference. How funny is that?!
I'm Number 8, or 9, or 10-12
Since the intended recipient of this letter will likely never see it, I thought I would do the truly American thing and capitalize on my own personal misfortune by entering an edited version of it into the B4Books contest at Faster Than a Kudzu. Actually, a real American would have found an ear or a finger or something, planted it in their Blogger template, said they found it and sued for millions; but I took the high road and merely shared incredibly personal details of my private life on the internet. Not that it did me any good. Of the 12 entries, I didn't even make the finalist cut. I read the ones that did, and I'm OK with that. I'm just amused that even the most painful moments of my life don't really grab your attention when compared with those of others. Failing to grab people's attention when compared to others is the story of my life. However, I'm glad I did this. For one thing, it has inspired me to really work on getting something of mine noted, published, or recognized in some fashion in the next year. Also, Joshilyn at Faster than a Kudzu is a scream and I don't think I appreciated her properly until I started checking her blog obsessively for new entries and winner announcements.
How to Scare Your Male Co-Workers
I went to bed late on Tuesday (Hey! I had three hours of Grey's Anatomy to watch.) and woke up in a rotten mood. By the time I got to the museum, I said to 'N' (the lone male who works with us) that I was "in no mood" to deal with door-pounders today. He looked quite startled and said "Uh oh! "L" got here just before you and she said the same thing!" Though I doubt it was the case for either of us, poor "N" thought he had just walked into the world's biggest PMS pit. True to his word though, he did deal with all the door pounders on Wednesday.
Speaking of Grey's Anatomy
Wow-how cool was that! I'm so glad it was all already saved to Tivo in one big chunk. I would have hated waiting, even from Sunday to Monday, for that conclusion.
I hope Mer picks the vet. I used to love Mer/Der as much as the next gal, but lately not so much. I know Finn should be around next season because Chris O'Donnell signed a year-long contract. Also, I hope McSteamy comes back for Addison. She deserves better. Oh, and there's no way she was EVER a band geek.
My Very Expensive Good News
The good news is that I got accepted as an intern at the Harn Homestead. The bad news is that on top of my 6-hour grad school tuition, I'm also going to have to pay for more gas, daycare for the little girls, and the after-school program for the bigger ones. This may be my most expensive semester at OU ever, and that includes taking 16 hours and paying to live in the DG house as an undergrad. Maybe I should take out some student loans after all.
Every Doggone Place You Go
A very sweet retired man has been working on the same jacket as me in fossil prep class for three weeks now. On Tuesday at the end of class, he asked me where I went to church. With my usual learned timidity on the subject, I said I was "Mormon." His face fell and last night he didn't want to work with me again. Living in the Bible belt sucks.
Speaking of Church
When the fun and festive game of Scripture Family Feud goes over like a lead balloon, teenagers will forgive you as long as you bring some really good post-activity treats. I get mine at Wal-Mart. And I still think the whole Family Feud theme was fun, even if those kids weren't getting the same answers as the "100 people surveyed" did. Oh well, the cookies were a big hit anyway. Dave and I are chaperoning Youth Conference. How funny is that?!
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