I have been fall down tired all day. I have no idea why either. I woke up at my normal time, have had TWO cups of coffee ( I normally have one and am good for the day), it was a nice day out; so it wasn't rainy or anything, it has even been chilly today. I can not think of any reason why I should be this tired.
If I am like this now, what am I going to be like next week after daylight savings? I was fine in the morning, it has only been since I am sitting at my desk doing work. I have even had a handyman making a set of stairs outside hammering all day and I still feel like I am about to go coma any second.
I think that someone should put a motion in front of congress to institute a national nap time. Things would be so much better if everyone took a nap in the middle of this work day. Seriously, think about it and then get back to me. We can make this happen, that is the beauty of America, nothing is that crazy here.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
I think that I need a new computer at work----re-edited
I am actually quite sure of this fact. The one that I have at present is running Windows 2000. Let me repeat that just in case you didn't catch it. My work computer is running on WINDOWS 2000! I have no idea how I get any work finished with this thing. Awhile back my boy came into my work on a Sunday to help me get it to run faster and he discovered that it has a 6g hard drive. He was rather astonished by this and quickly informed me that they don't even sell hard drives that small anymore.
Now there is a reason why I am complaining about this now as opposed to when I first started working here, and that is that I tried up upload pictures from a camera and the damn computer couldn't even find a "driver" for the software. It is all rather frustrating. Now I have to go home and beg my poor boyfriend to help me upload pictures to his computer because my personal computer is also a bit of a relic and most likely won't be able to upload photos either... Well that is all today, just a bit of complaining.
To those whom read this post yesterday, I noticed a few little typos that were begging to be fixed, so I fixed them.
Now there is a reason why I am complaining about this now as opposed to when I first started working here, and that is that I tried up upload pictures from a camera and the damn computer couldn't even find a "driver" for the software. It is all rather frustrating. Now I have to go home and beg my poor boyfriend to help me upload pictures to his computer because my personal computer is also a bit of a relic and most likely won't be able to upload photos either... Well that is all today, just a bit of complaining.
To those whom read this post yesterday, I noticed a few little typos that were begging to be fixed, so I fixed them.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Facts about P. T.
On Friday I hung out with one of my best friends. One of the greatest things about this particular friend is that we can do the most mundane, boring things, and it will turn out to be some of the funniest times that you can imagine. This friend of mine lives in a big old house that has been turned into two apartments, and her apartment has rights to the attic and the basement. One of the first things that Jazlyn* did upon moving to this new apartment was go exploring, and in the back corner of the basement she found a pile of things that belonged to a resident of the house that clearly no longer inhabited it. Pile is not a fair description of the amount of things she found from this one particular former resident, I think that hoard might be a better classification.
Jazlyn has become obsessed with this person.
So on Friday night, after enjoying a lovely dinner of sushi, we then went into her basement so that I could "meet" P. T. And I must admit P. T. is quite the entertainer.
Disclaimer: We were completely sober for this evening.
Here are a few things that we learned about Ms. P. T. on Friday night:
Jazlyn has become obsessed with this person.
So on Friday night, after enjoying a lovely dinner of sushi, we then went into her basement so that I could "meet" P. T. And I must admit P. T. is quite the entertainer.
Disclaimer: We were completely sober for this evening.
Here are a few things that we learned about Ms. P. T. on Friday night:
- P. T. grew up in Tennessee
- P. T. was an average student, though she did win an award in math in middle school
- P. T. once owned or co-owned a boat in Florida
- P. T. was voted most likely to teach Home-EC in her senior yearbook
- P. T. did art therapy
- P. T. wrote bad poetry in her early teens
- P. T. had a HUGE crush on a guy named Alan, whom we suspect played high school football
- P. T., though passionate about it, was not very good at needlepoint
- P. T. got caught up in a pyramid scheme to sell candles that were very similar to Yankee Candles
- If it were still the 80's P. T. would be very much in style with the choice of clothing that she left behind
- P. T. was at one time was P. C., we think that she divorced Mr. C.; what we don't know is if the pyramid scheme was a deciding factor of the divorce or if it came after to fill the void of an empty house
- P. T. has/had relatives in New Mexico
- P. T. has a fairly decent taste in art, though her skills leave much to be desired
- P. T. graduated high school in 1981
- P. T. once owned or co-owned a time-share in Florida
- P. T. either really loved or really hated Christmas; she has/had a large amount of Christmas decorations the basement and we can not decide if she loved Christmas so much that she has/had all those decorations, OR, if she hated Christmas and that is why she has left the multitude of decorations behind
- P. T. has either two daughters or two nieces or both
As you can see there is a lot that we uncovered about Ms. P. T., the best part is that we only got through one trunk, and there are at least 6 of them down there. So we have a lot to look forward to. I will keep you updated.
*name changed to protect the innocent(**)
(**) or not so innocent
Friday, October 24, 2008
Trying this again....
Yesterday I wrote a post about how I had just lost my brand new hat. It was amusing, and charming, but all together pointless. I know this and acknowledged it in the post itself. It was riddled with little inside jokes between my man and I that would have been funny to any who had read it, of this I am sure.
What happened to said post?
After I had spellchecked it and previewed it i hit the 'Publish Post' button and the next screen that came up told me that Blogger.com was unavailable and to try again later. I thus hit the back button to find that the whole post, minus the title, was gone.
This made me sad.
But I was undeterred. I quickly got to writing a new post that was a mixture of the first and the experience of loosing that post. I then went through the whole rigmarole of spellchecking and previewing again, only to have the same thing happen.
I was entirely displeased. I am hoping that this will work today, because if not I don't know what I will do with this site.
What happened to said post?
After I had spellchecked it and previewed it i hit the 'Publish Post' button and the next screen that came up told me that Blogger.com was unavailable and to try again later. I thus hit the back button to find that the whole post, minus the title, was gone.
This made me sad.
But I was undeterred. I quickly got to writing a new post that was a mixture of the first and the experience of loosing that post. I then went through the whole rigmarole of spellchecking and previewing again, only to have the same thing happen.
I was entirely displeased. I am hoping that this will work today, because if not I don't know what I will do with this site.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Loosing ones head, or hat...
On Tuesdays I have Small Group. Small Group is like Bible Study, except that we do not study the bible. Makes sense right? Well it does if you think about it, but that's not what we are talking about.... we are talking about... The Gate! (that one is for you sweetie)
No no, I know, I am going a bit crazy today. I actually am going to tell a story, promise.
Okay. Tuesday. Tuesday equals Small Group for me. Small Group starts at 7:30, I get out of work at 5:30, and since it only takes about an hour for me to get to where I need to be it means that I have an hour or so to do what ever I want. And this week I went shopping. It was at H&M so nothing too crazy; a few cute hair pins, some unmentionables for the boy, and a hat for the winter. Now I am not a hat person, they just DO NOT look good on me. I have tried all kinds and the ones that look the 'best' considering my tiny forehead, are berets. Berets are way to pretentious, so, I don't wear hats. But this hat I found was really cute, looked really cute on, was one for my favorite colors, reminded me of one that my late grandmother had, and was only (olny*) $10.
Today was the first day I wore it. It was really cold when i left this morning and my hair was wet from the shower so I busted out my hat. I won't lie, I was excited about it; about my silly little hat. I was so excited about it that I decided to wear it out to lunch too. Lunch Buddy and I went to the Pru for lunch and I had to visit the ladies room so we decided to meet somewhere near Panda Express. I was very careful about my hat this whole time, keeping it with my coat and keeping a tight hold on my coat.
*cut to me in the Panda Express line*
I am in line, I don't know where Lunch Buddy is, and my turn is coming up. I spot Lunch Buddy getting Quedoba (Sp?) for her guy and she motions that she is going to be joining the PE line once she was finished there. I had time to turn around and then it was my turn to be yelled at by the angry Asians behind the counter and then cattle rushed down to the registers. LB motioned that I find a table and she would then join me. I find one. I put my coat and purse on the chair and then I realize that I don't have my hat.
Some time in the walk from the bathroom to me finding a table my new adorable hat vanished into thin air.
I checked everywhere it could be too. I even went back to the bathroom, where I know I had it. But no.
*POOF*
Gone.
It isn't a huge loss though. I'm just going to go back to H&M and buy another. But I couldn't believe it. First day I wore it and it disappears. Can you believe that I just wasted your time with that pointless story?! :)
* (olny is kind of an inside joke with my guy; there is a sign on our way to church that reads Emergency Stopping Olny it is a real state certified sign too, and we think that it is rather hilarious)
No no, I know, I am going a bit crazy today. I actually am going to tell a story, promise.
Okay. Tuesday. Tuesday equals Small Group for me. Small Group starts at 7:30, I get out of work at 5:30, and since it only takes about an hour for me to get to where I need to be it means that I have an hour or so to do what ever I want. And this week I went shopping. It was at H&M so nothing too crazy; a few cute hair pins, some unmentionables for the boy, and a hat for the winter. Now I am not a hat person, they just DO NOT look good on me. I have tried all kinds and the ones that look the 'best' considering my tiny forehead, are berets. Berets are way to pretentious, so, I don't wear hats. But this hat I found was really cute, looked really cute on, was one for my favorite colors, reminded me of one that my late grandmother had, and was only (olny*) $10.
Today was the first day I wore it. It was really cold when i left this morning and my hair was wet from the shower so I busted out my hat. I won't lie, I was excited about it; about my silly little hat. I was so excited about it that I decided to wear it out to lunch too. Lunch Buddy and I went to the Pru for lunch and I had to visit the ladies room so we decided to meet somewhere near Panda Express. I was very careful about my hat this whole time, keeping it with my coat and keeping a tight hold on my coat.
*cut to me in the Panda Express line*
I am in line, I don't know where Lunch Buddy is, and my turn is coming up. I spot Lunch Buddy getting Quedoba (Sp?) for her guy and she motions that she is going to be joining the PE line once she was finished there. I had time to turn around and then it was my turn to be yelled at by the angry Asians behind the counter and then cattle rushed down to the registers. LB motioned that I find a table and she would then join me. I find one. I put my coat and purse on the chair and then I realize that I don't have my hat.
Some time in the walk from the bathroom to me finding a table my new adorable hat vanished into thin air.
I checked everywhere it could be too. I even went back to the bathroom, where I know I had it. But no.
*POOF*
Gone.
It isn't a huge loss though. I'm just going to go back to H&M and buy another. But I couldn't believe it. First day I wore it and it disappears. Can you believe that I just wasted your time with that pointless story?! :)
* (olny is kind of an inside joke with my guy; there is a sign on our way to church that reads Emergency Stopping Olny it is a real state certified sign too, and we think that it is rather hilarious)
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Bargain of a lifetime! Or at least a Sunday.
Sorry about not updating. Here I should put an excuse about my being VERY busy, but that would be a lie. So I am not going to do that. Instead I am going to bypass the fact that I have not updated and dive right in to my story.
On Sunday my man and I went to the Burlington Mall to check out a new restaurant that they have, called "Shrimp Market". Everything on the menu is shrimp, and since shrimp just might be one of the most delicious things on earth it had a lot to live up to. It met all expectations. This, however is not what this post will be about.
Like I stated, we were at the mall. Now in case you don't know, men and women behave differently in a mall. Men normally (and I am not trying to state stereotypical behavior or anything) gravitate to the electronic and video game type stores. Women normally gravitate to, everything else in the mall.
So on Sunday afternoon I found myself in Macy's, looking at clothes. I had come into Macy's looking for shoes, which were on the first floor. Women's clothing was on the third floor. I don't know why I was up there but looking at the sale rack I came across this adorable black dress. It was the only on on the rack and the price ($119) was not marked down so I figured that someone must have put it back in the wrong spot. I picked it up and went to put it in the right spot, but I couldn't find where it went. So I figured that I would go try it on and then put it on the rack in the dressing room. I kept looking at the sale rack, picked out a few more things to try on and then off to the fitting room I went. I left the dress for last, thinking that maybe it was on sale after all; it was no where to be found on the racks so maybe just maybe it was on sale. I try it on and it is adorable. " If it is $30 or so I am getting it. I know I know! I don't need it but it is so cute!' these were my thoughts as I left the dressing room. I go to the cashier and ask her if she could tell me the price. I explain that it was on the sale rack and I just wanted to make sure that the $119 was the correct price, so she scans it.
"$4.99"
" I'm sorry what ?"
"$4.99"
" $49.99?"
" No, $4.99 "
" Oh... *cough* Um...I'll take it."
I pay, and then hightail it out of the store because I know I just got a deal that was just way too good. That and I was 10 minutes late to meet my man in GameStop.
On Sunday my man and I went to the Burlington Mall to check out a new restaurant that they have, called "Shrimp Market". Everything on the menu is shrimp, and since shrimp just might be one of the most delicious things on earth it had a lot to live up to. It met all expectations. This, however is not what this post will be about.
Like I stated, we were at the mall. Now in case you don't know, men and women behave differently in a mall. Men normally (and I am not trying to state stereotypical behavior or anything) gravitate to the electronic and video game type stores. Women normally gravitate to, everything else in the mall.
So on Sunday afternoon I found myself in Macy's, looking at clothes. I had come into Macy's looking for shoes, which were on the first floor. Women's clothing was on the third floor. I don't know why I was up there but looking at the sale rack I came across this adorable black dress. It was the only on on the rack and the price ($119) was not marked down so I figured that someone must have put it back in the wrong spot. I picked it up and went to put it in the right spot, but I couldn't find where it went. So I figured that I would go try it on and then put it on the rack in the dressing room. I kept looking at the sale rack, picked out a few more things to try on and then off to the fitting room I went. I left the dress for last, thinking that maybe it was on sale after all; it was no where to be found on the racks so maybe just maybe it was on sale. I try it on and it is adorable. " If it is $30 or so I am getting it. I know I know! I don't need it but it is so cute!' these were my thoughts as I left the dressing room. I go to the cashier and ask her if she could tell me the price. I explain that it was on the sale rack and I just wanted to make sure that the $119 was the correct price, so she scans it.
"$4.99"
" I'm sorry what ?"
"$4.99"
" $49.99?"
" No, $4.99 "
" Oh... *cough* Um...I'll take it."
I pay, and then hightail it out of the store because I know I just got a deal that was just way too good. That and I was 10 minutes late to meet my man in GameStop.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Cheating again...
So I just saw the time and realized that I had yet to even log on here. Obviously not enough time to put some funny little anecdote about today, though looking back I don't know if there was any. Regardless, I have a dozen or so poems, so I am going to cheat again and post another one.
You stand there,
never moving,
never changing,
forever staring at my back.
I know you.
You have wisdom,
locked within
Your freezing,
stone eyes.
And you have yet
to ever find
me worthy enough
to impart
your knowledge,
upon my willing ear.
Knowledge acquired from
long forgotten nights,
when the roaring fire
that you guard,
blazed as bright
as a memory.
And the clever men
with their stylish pipes,
boasted to one another
about things they
would never see
and you would come to know
all too well.
-The Sentries
You stand there,
never moving,
never changing,
forever staring at my back.
I know you.
You have wisdom,
locked within
Your freezing,
stone eyes.
And you have yet
to ever find
me worthy enough
to impart
your knowledge,
upon my willing ear.
Knowledge acquired from
long forgotten nights,
when the roaring fire
that you guard,
blazed as bright
as a memory.
And the clever men
with their stylish pipes,
boasted to one another
about things they
would never see
and you would come to know
all too well.
-The Sentries
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