The boyfriend and I were standing in his entryway putting on our shoes before bowling. (Not our bowling shoes, but our "don't drag dirt into the house" shoes.) He kicks one of my shoes down the stairs leading to the basement. Before you assume he is mean, recall that I have done this to him at least twice before. I always try to get it about two or three steps down, but it always tumbles farther than I want it to. We have odd ways of showing affection. I am carrying a purse and a backpack and wearing one shoe. I head down the stairs to retrieve the other one, slip and fall down about four stairs. I am laughing and he is asking if I am okay. After I put on my second shoe, I realize that my right pointer finger is bleeding. We go up to the bathroom to wash it out and the BF applies antibiotic salve, gauze and a bandage. He feels guilty, but I point out how I have done it to him before. My gash is wierd shaped, like an upside-down V. Surprisingly, it did not affect my bowling at all: 108, 118 and 121. Maybe it slowed me down? I have been able to write and use a mouse just fine. I doubt I'll be very good at the Wii, however, especially pinball.
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Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
A Plus
Yesterday we found out we have an opportunity to take a class at work to get A+ certified. It was a last minute thing since today was the first class. This was very timely for me, since I'd been contemplating getting certified in something.
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Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Dreams
Yesterday morning I dreamt that my politics class devolved into yelling over universal health care. I was for it and most were against it, so I stood up to better address the class. My purse was unattended, and I saw a girl reach into the pocket and try to steal my wallet. I grabbed her wrist and held it until security showed up. I checked the pocket of my purse, found a $20 and sneered at her, "You're stupid. You didn't even get my money."
This morning was different. I dreamt I won $50,000 on a scratch-off. I started thinking about what I could pay off and then what else I could buy with that money. I knew I had to go to the lottery office, but for some reason I turned the ticket in at the store. They gave me some cash and an IOU for the rest of it. It sucked when I woke up.
This morning was different. I dreamt I won $50,000 on a scratch-off. I started thinking about what I could pay off and then what else I could buy with that money. I knew I had to go to the lottery office, but for some reason I turned the ticket in at the store. They gave me some cash and an IOU for the rest of it. It sucked when I woke up.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Skooch
If it weren't for the couple blocking the aisle, Skooch would have been the oddest thing I'd seen all day. The couple had two GIANT backpacks and were sitting on either side of aisle with their legs turned towards each other. They were also holding hands and all of this caused them to block the aisle of the bus. Whenever a passenger got on, they had to turn their knees and let go of each other. This not only squished the people sitting next to them, but also provided a very small opening for others to push through. Despite the fact that the entire back half of the bus held exactly one passenger, they took the first two forward-facing seats.
Skooch got on a stop or two after I did. He wore a very long grey afro, combed out to stand even higher, and coke bottle glasses. He had a full backpack and a grocery bag with him. So when the couple only gave him eight inches of room, he had quite a bit of manuvering to do. He got past them and found two empty seats. He struggled to remove his backpack while still standing because the bus was now in motion.
When it came time for him to get off of the bus, he stayed seated while putting on his backpack. This caused him to be wedged between his seat and the one in front of him. After a hurculean effort, he launched himself out of the tight space, grabbed his grocery bag and disembarked.
I imagine that his friends call him Skooch and he is both the local oddball and the neighborhood "familiar stranger". If my annoyance had not been all used up on the aisle-blocking couple, I probably would have found him a bit annoying. Luckily I didn't have any bad feelings leftover for him.
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Skooch got on a stop or two after I did. He wore a very long grey afro, combed out to stand even higher, and coke bottle glasses. He had a full backpack and a grocery bag with him. So when the couple only gave him eight inches of room, he had quite a bit of manuvering to do. He got past them and found two empty seats. He struggled to remove his backpack while still standing because the bus was now in motion.
When it came time for him to get off of the bus, he stayed seated while putting on his backpack. This caused him to be wedged between his seat and the one in front of him. After a hurculean effort, he launched himself out of the tight space, grabbed his grocery bag and disembarked.
I imagine that his friends call him Skooch and he is both the local oddball and the neighborhood "familiar stranger". If my annoyance had not been all used up on the aisle-blocking couple, I probably would have found him a bit annoying. Luckily I didn't have any bad feelings leftover for him.
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Monday, September 22, 2008
Monday
Today started with a dream that I still had not finished my paper for school. At work I fixed a database error and sat in wonder about when we will be moved. On Friday night I got my sewing machine working (yay). It really was just an issue with the needle. So I have been sewing too much and not doing anything else, like homework. Shame on me.
I am currently questioning my school attendence right now. I have some issues with how Metro State runs things, especially in regards to the Minneapolis campus. I am thinking about switching schools. I wonder if it would make sense to just get a certificate in something instead of the four year degree. Probably not as I am taking my second to last General class. Oy.
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Friday, September 19, 2008
Bitter and Dippy
There are two different women I know (well, that I am acquainted with) and I call one Bitter and the other Dippy. This is during my inner monologue, not to their faces. Anyway, whenever I see Bitter she looks put out and annoyed. If she is on the phone, she is griping at or about someone trying to scam her. If she is talking to someone, it is about how they should watch out so someone else doesn't take advantage of them. If she is alone she has a pained and tired look on her face. She once threatened a friend of mine, so I don't give her the benefit of the doubt. I just ignore her as much as I can.
Dippy is another story. On paper she's a lot like Bitter. Same age, job, family and fashion. But instead of Bitter's permascowl, Dippy wears a permasmile. If she's talking to someone else, it's loud and about how proud she is of X or how she can't wait for Y. The problem is when she is trying to convince you of something, she uses smiley faces and fifty-nine exclamation marks, wishes you a nice day and thinks that will "win you over". But her facts are wrong. She once told someone else I was "crabby", and I don't know of it was because I don't smile or talk loud enough, or simply because I remained unconvinced despite all her sugary sweet platitudes.
My point is, I don't like either of their attitudes. Life is not always out to get you. Smiles will never replace logic. That is all.
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Dippy is another story. On paper she's a lot like Bitter. Same age, job, family and fashion. But instead of Bitter's permascowl, Dippy wears a permasmile. If she's talking to someone else, it's loud and about how proud she is of X or how she can't wait for Y. The problem is when she is trying to convince you of something, she uses smiley faces and fifty-nine exclamation marks, wishes you a nice day and thinks that will "win you over". But her facts are wrong. She once told someone else I was "crabby", and I don't know of it was because I don't smile or talk loud enough, or simply because I remained unconvinced despite all her sugary sweet platitudes.
My point is, I don't like either of their attitudes. Life is not always out to get you. Smiles will never replace logic. That is all.
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Thursday, September 18, 2008
Indigo Girls - Jonas And Ezekial
I left my anger in a river running highway 5
New Hampshire, Vermont, bordered by
College farms, hubcaps, and falling rocks
Voices in the woods and the mountaintops
I used to search for reservations and native lands
Before I realized everywhere I stand
There have tribal feet running wild as fire
Some past life sister of my desire
Jonas and Ezekial hear me now
Steady now and don't come out
I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face
Whose turn is it anyway?
Anyway?
Now when I was young my people taught me well
Give back what you take or you'll go to Hell
It's not the Devil's land, you know it's not that kind
Every devil I meet becomes a friend of mine
Every devil I meet is an angel in disguise
Jonas and Ezekial hear me now
Steady now and don't come out
I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face
Whose angel are you anyway?
White - chain - rope - fear
(Hush my darling)
Be still my dear
A bullet in the head, now he's dead
A friend of a friend, someone said
He was an activist with a very short life
I think there's a lesson here - he died without a fight
In the war over land where the world began
Prophecies say it's where the world will end
But there's a tremor growing in our backyard
Fear in our heads, fear in our hearts
Prophets in the graveyard
Jonas and Ezekial hear me now
Steady now and don't come out
I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face
Whose turn is it anyway?
Jonas and Ezekial hear me now
Steady now I feel your ghost about
I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face
Whose angel are you anyway?
I said there's prophets in the graveyard
(Now I walk in beauty)
Prophets in the graveyard
(Beauty is before me)
Prophets in the graveyard
(Beauty is behind me)
(Above and below me)
New Hampshire, Vermont, bordered by
College farms, hubcaps, and falling rocks
Voices in the woods and the mountaintops
I used to search for reservations and native lands
Before I realized everywhere I stand
There have tribal feet running wild as fire
Some past life sister of my desire
Jonas and Ezekial hear me now
Steady now and don't come out
I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face
Whose turn is it anyway?
Anyway?
Now when I was young my people taught me well
Give back what you take or you'll go to Hell
It's not the Devil's land, you know it's not that kind
Every devil I meet becomes a friend of mine
Every devil I meet is an angel in disguise
Jonas and Ezekial hear me now
Steady now and don't come out
I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face
Whose angel are you anyway?
White - chain - rope - fear
(Hush my darling)
Be still my dear
A bullet in the head, now he's dead
A friend of a friend, someone said
He was an activist with a very short life
I think there's a lesson here - he died without a fight
In the war over land where the world began
Prophecies say it's where the world will end
But there's a tremor growing in our backyard
Fear in our heads, fear in our hearts
Prophets in the graveyard
Jonas and Ezekial hear me now
Steady now and don't come out
I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face
Whose turn is it anyway?
Jonas and Ezekial hear me now
Steady now I feel your ghost about
I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face
Whose angel are you anyway?
I said there's prophets in the graveyard
(Now I walk in beauty)
Prophets in the graveyard
(Beauty is before me)
Prophets in the graveyard
(Beauty is behind me)
(Above and below me)
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Da Bus
I ride the bus to work and to school when I can, so I enjoy reading the local blogs by riders and drivers.
Picking Up Strangers gave me a lot of laughs and a few gasps today. I found it from Jeanne's comment on Bus Tales.
Picking Up Strangers gave me a lot of laughs and a few gasps today. I found it from Jeanne's comment on Bus Tales.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Box
Box
Originally uploaded by soelo
I made this today. Can you tell I miss crafting? I am working on setting up the crafty corner of my bedroom. When did I get so much fabric? I really need a sewing machine that works. I also need to start bringing my needlework along to Mike's house and whenever I go out of town.
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Wednesday, September 10, 2008
7 Spanish Angels
SEVEN SPANISH ANGELS
He looked down into her brown eyes,
And said, "Say a prayer for me."
And she threw her arms around him,
Whispered, "God will keep us free."
They could hear the riders coming,
He said, "This is my last fight.
If they take me back to Texas,
They won't take me back alive."
There were Seven Spanish Angels,
At the Altar of the Sun.
They were praying for the lovers,
In the Valley of the Gun.
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared,
There was thunder from the throne.
And Seven Spanish Angels,
Took another angel home.
She reached down and picked the gun up,
That lay smoking in his hand.
She said, "Father, please forgive me,
I can't make it without my man."
And she knew the gun was empty,
And she knew she couldn't win.
But her final prayer was answered,
When the rifles fired again.
There were Seven Spanish Angels,
At the Altar of the Sun.
They were praying for the lovers,
In the Valley of the Gun.
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared,
There was thunder from the throne.
And Seven Spanish Angels,
Took another angel home.
There were Seven Spanish Angels,
At the Altar of the Sun.
They were praying for the lovers,
In the Valley of the Gun.
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared,
There was thunder from the throne.
And Seven Spanish Angels,
Took another angel home.
There were Seven Spanish Angels,
At the Altar of the Sun.
They were praying for the lovers,
In the Valley of the Gun.
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared,
There was thunder from the throne.
And Seven Spanish Angels,
Took another angel home.
He looked down into her brown eyes,
And said, "Say a prayer for me."
And she threw her arms around him,
Whispered, "God will keep us free."
They could hear the riders coming,
He said, "This is my last fight.
If they take me back to Texas,
They won't take me back alive."
There were Seven Spanish Angels,
At the Altar of the Sun.
They were praying for the lovers,
In the Valley of the Gun.
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared,
There was thunder from the throne.
And Seven Spanish Angels,
Took another angel home.
She reached down and picked the gun up,
That lay smoking in his hand.
She said, "Father, please forgive me,
I can't make it without my man."
And she knew the gun was empty,
And she knew she couldn't win.
But her final prayer was answered,
When the rifles fired again.
There were Seven Spanish Angels,
At the Altar of the Sun.
They were praying for the lovers,
In the Valley of the Gun.
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared,
There was thunder from the throne.
And Seven Spanish Angels,
Took another angel home.
There were Seven Spanish Angels,
At the Altar of the Sun.
They were praying for the lovers,
In the Valley of the Gun.
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared,
There was thunder from the throne.
And Seven Spanish Angels,
Took another angel home.
There were Seven Spanish Angels,
At the Altar of the Sun.
They were praying for the lovers,
In the Valley of the Gun.
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared,
There was thunder from the throne.
And Seven Spanish Angels,
Took another angel home.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Found
My recent mp3 finds:
Candi Stanton - He Called Me Baby
Frou Frou - Holding out for a Hero (the cover done for Shrek 2)
Ingrid Michaelson - Overboard
Roadside Poppies - Just Another Love Song
Sergio Mendes ft. Fergie - The Look of Love
Sparrow House - When I am Gone
Syreeta - Your Kiss is Sweet
Vampire Weekend - Oxford Comma
Youth Group - Forever Young
Candi Stanton - He Called Me Baby
Frou Frou - Holding out for a Hero (the cover done for Shrek 2)
Ingrid Michaelson - Overboard
Roadside Poppies - Just Another Love Song
Sergio Mendes ft. Fergie - The Look of Love
Sparrow House - When I am Gone
Syreeta - Your Kiss is Sweet
Vampire Weekend - Oxford Comma
Youth Group - Forever Young
Monday, September 08, 2008
Six months until the end of my first 1001 days
March 8, 2009 will be the last day of that project. I am sure I'll start another list soon after that.
I got six of my 9 things done this summer, and to get that same rate on my 101 things, I need to get 68 of them done.
I got six of my 9 things done this summer, and to get that same rate on my 101 things, I need to get 68 of them done.
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Friday, September 05, 2008
RSS in my email
From 12:00 am until 3:45pm today, my rss inbox got 929 messages, almost one per minute. Extrapolate that out to the four months since I started this project and that is just under 175 thousand emails. So, I should hit 200 thousand before the end of the month. If I had not been emptying my trash, I might even hit 20 percent usage of my 7104 megabytes.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
More New Music
Amy Winehouse - You Know I'm No Good - "I cried for you on the kitchen floor"
Coconut Records - West Coast - "And I miss you, I'm going back home to the West Coast. I wish you would put yourself in my suitcase."
David Jordan - Sun Goes Down - "If you lost your senses, here have mine."
Dragonette - The Boys (Calvin Harris Cover) - "I like them tall boys, I like them short boys. I like them brown-haired boys, I like them blond boys. I like them big boys, I like them skinny boys.
Fishboy - Halftime at the Proper Name Spelling Bee - "The looks upon the children's face were emptier than outer space"
Lily Allen - Naive (Cover of The Kooks) - "I know she knows I'm not fond of asking"
Neneh Cherry - 7 seconds - "And there's a million voices to tell you what she should be thinking"
Coconut Records - West Coast - "And I miss you, I'm going back home to the West Coast. I wish you would put yourself in my suitcase."
David Jordan - Sun Goes Down - "If you lost your senses, here have mine."
Dragonette - The Boys (Calvin Harris Cover) - "I like them tall boys, I like them short boys. I like them brown-haired boys, I like them blond boys. I like them big boys, I like them skinny boys.
Fishboy - Halftime at the Proper Name Spelling Bee - "The looks upon the children's face were emptier than outer space"
Lily Allen - Naive (Cover of The Kooks) - "I know she knows I'm not fond of asking"
Neneh Cherry - 7 seconds - "And there's a million voices to tell you what she should be thinking"
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Solo Moviegoing
My boyfriend admitted to me that he has never gone to see a movie alone. Admitted is the wrong word, since he was not ashamed and he really didn't see it as an odd thing. He was in the minority in the car, since I do it all the time and the friend we were driving with does it on occasion. The BF gave two reasons. First, he isn't that into movies and doesn't need to see them in the theater. He adds that he's seen more movies in the theater over the last year with me (five or six?) than he had in several years prior! Second, he sees movie-going as a social activity and wouldn't do it alone. He even thinks it's sad to see people alone in theaters.
This was surprising to me because about 3/4 of the movies I see in theater are alone. This year I have seen 16 movies, and 10 of them have been alone. I don't object to seeing movies with my friends, but I also enjoy the alone time I get from being able to watch a movie in the theater and not have to discuss it immediately. The first movie I saw alone was 'Dances with Wolves' and the last was 'Pineapple Express'.
So, along with vacations and dining out, this is yet another thing that I do alone.
This was surprising to me because about 3/4 of the movies I see in theater are alone. This year I have seen 16 movies, and 10 of them have been alone. I don't object to seeing movies with my friends, but I also enjoy the alone time I get from being able to watch a movie in the theater and not have to discuss it immediately. The first movie I saw alone was 'Dances with Wolves' and the last was 'Pineapple Express'.
So, along with vacations and dining out, this is yet another thing that I do alone.
2008 Fall TV
Sept 2 - Bones
Sept 9 - Fringe
Sept 10 - Do Not Disturb
Sept 13 - MadTV and SNL
Sept 17 - Manswers
Sept 18 - It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia
Sept 22 - Heroes and CBS Mondays
Sept 23 - Opportunity Knocks
Sept 24 - The New Adventures of Old Christine and Gary Unmarried
Sept 25 - Survivor and NBC Thursday Night
Sept 29 - Chuck
Oct 9 - Kath and Kim and SNL Weekend Update Thursday
Oct 13 - My Own Worst Enemy
Oct 15 - South Park
Oct 30 - 30 Rock
Nov 2 - Surviving Suburbia
Sept 9 - Fringe
Sept 10 - Do Not Disturb
Sept 13 - MadTV and SNL
Sept 17 - Manswers
Sept 18 - It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia
Sept 22 - Heroes and CBS Mondays
Sept 23 - Opportunity Knocks
Sept 24 - The New Adventures of Old Christine and Gary Unmarried
Sept 25 - Survivor and NBC Thursday Night
Sept 29 - Chuck
Oct 9 - Kath and Kim and SNL Weekend Update Thursday
Oct 13 - My Own Worst Enemy
Oct 15 - South Park
Oct 30 - 30 Rock
Nov 2 - Surviving Suburbia
Read in August
30. 'How to be Good' - Nick Hornby
31. 'Travels' - Michael Crichton
'Good' was a novel that I had to push myself to finish. 'Travels' is a collection of essays from Crichton's life from the late sixties to the early eighties. It starts with him in medical school, goes on to describe many trips he took and finishes with an exploration of metaphysics. The middle was my favorite part. I am planning a blog post centered on the book, and it has really piqued my interest in Crichton himself.
I started reading 'New Moon' last night, the second book in Stephenie Meyer's vampire series. I'd picked 'Twilight' for my book club to read, thanks to a friend's suggestion. At least two of my other friends and three family members are now into the series. Most of us can't wait for the movie in November.
31. 'Travels' - Michael Crichton
'Good' was a novel that I had to push myself to finish. 'Travels' is a collection of essays from Crichton's life from the late sixties to the early eighties. It starts with him in medical school, goes on to describe many trips he took and finishes with an exploration of metaphysics. The middle was my favorite part. I am planning a blog post centered on the book, and it has really piqued my interest in Crichton himself.
I started reading 'New Moon' last night, the second book in Stephenie Meyer's vampire series. I'd picked 'Twilight' for my book club to read, thanks to a friend's suggestion. At least two of my other friends and three family members are now into the series. Most of us can't wait for the movie in November.
Fit it all in
When trying to fit it all in, it seems to work better if there is less to fit in. I always try to fit more in than I should and then stuff gets squished or broken or the bag looks funny or things get neglected. This is often the case with actual things but it spills over into money, food, entertainment and time.
Evidence:
-I am chronically late to everything but work and school. It's usually because I thought I could do too much or tried to fit just one more thing in.
-My inbox that holds only rss feeds has just under 40,000 messages in it. That does not include the 4,000 or so that I have archived.
-My other two inboxes have hundreds of emails that should be in the rss inbox.
-When moving, I realized I easily have over 100 boxes of stuff.
Evidence:
-I am chronically late to everything but work and school. It's usually because I thought I could do too much or tried to fit just one more thing in.
-My inbox that holds only rss feeds has just under 40,000 messages in it. That does not include the 4,000 or so that I have archived.
-My other two inboxes have hundreds of emails that should be in the rss inbox.
-When moving, I realized I easily have over 100 boxes of stuff.
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