A little about a lot

Saturday, September 30, 2006

In another life...

Other jobs (that I've never done) that I would like to do:

In no particular order:

1. Work on a landscaping crew
2. College journalism professor
3. Author
4. Work at a bookstore (preferably "Happy Endings" in Jan Karon's Mitford series.)
5. Features writer for a magazine
6. Photographer (I have no talent for this, but it just looks like fun.)
7. Selling sun tan oil on the side of the beach
8. Missionary
9. Firefigher (helllloo hot co-workers)
10: Homemaker/free-lance journalist

Monday, September 25, 2006

Why I shouldn't be at work today

My birthday was yesterday and it was a fabulous day. See for yourselves:

Midnight: Driving home from Drew's wedding, thinking about how much I love my friends/teachers from high school.

2:30 a.m.: Text message from Aunt Sheri, officially securing her as 1. the crazy aunt and 2. the first person to wish me happy birthday.

6:30 a.m.: Wake up to get ready for church. Look at hair, decide it's OK to wear wedding hair to church as long as I pull it back into a pony tail. Go back to sleep for 15 mintues.

7:30 a.m.: Go to church to rehearse for Kidstuf. This part wasn't so fabulous, but nothing is fabulous at 7:30 a.m. when you didn't get home until 12:30 a.m. the night before.

8:42 a.m.: Missed phone call from dad - which shows he's now a master at the "not too early but before church" phone call timing.

10:30 a.m.: Played with 2-year-olds. My favorite thing - when you're sitting on the floor playing with one two-year-old and another two-year-old comes up, looks at you and plants their little butt right on your lap while handing you a book and settling in to be entertained.

Noon: left church after lots of birthday wishes and went to Aunt Sheri's for cake. Then we went to Wal-Mart to buy fabric so she can make me a cover for my down comforter. It's going to rock.

12:15 p.m.: Call dad back. Birthday wishes!

12:30 p.m.: Text message from MAGGIE! Birthday wishes!

3:30 p.m.: Came home, got my mail, cried when I read Mom's card, laughed outloud when I read Brother's card.

3:45 p.m.: Lay down for nap. Mom calls. Birthday wishes!

4 p.m.: Turn off phone, fall asleep.

5 p.m.: Wake up, look at hair. Decide it's OK to wear wedding/church hair to dinner as long as I pull it up into a pony tail (again). Go back to sleep for 30 minutes.

5:30 p.m.: Sarah calls. Birthday wishes! despite being trapped in airplane travel hell for the past five hours.

6 p.m.: Go to dinner at the Elephant Bar with lotsa friends. Lotsa laughs, lotsa fun, great food.

7:30 p.m.: Jackie calls. Birthday wishes! (I miss her!)

8 p.m.: Emily calls. Birthday wishes!

9 p.m.: Leave restaurant completely exhausted and ready for bed. Call brother on the way home because IT'S MY BIRTHDAY AND HE HASN'T CALLED ME and to thank him for the finger puppet gift.

9:08 p.m.: Brother calls. Birthday wishes! and random talk about why I shouldn't have to work today.

WHICH - leads me to my blog topic.
Reasons I shouldn't have to be at work today:
1. My birthday was on a Sunday, and therefore, I should get the following Monday off. (They do it for other holidays - I mean, c'mon.)
2. Somewhere, today is a holiday. We shouldn't be so egotistical as to only celebrate OUR holidays...
3. One of the cities I cover recently held a yearlong celebration of their Sesquicentennial. (That means the city is 150 years old.) I should get at least a day for my quartercentennial.

10 p.m.: Went to bed, smiling.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Do you know what day it is?

It's Random Thought Wednesday!

1. On Saturday I managed to get the worst sunburn in recent memory. Luckily it's contained to the right side of my forehead, the right side of my neck and my right shoulder.
OK, so I KNEW it was going to be hot at the K-State game, but I made it through a week in Florida without getting burnt at all. Sheesh. I'm fricking PEELING here. (especially my forehead - gross.)

2. Drew's wedding is Saturday. I'm stoked. I haven't seen a lot of my friends from high school since graduation or early college. I'm expecting 15 minutes of catching up followed by us reverting to our old high school selves - which mostly consists of the guys calling each other names and trying to get me to drink. One good thing is that Jackie won't be there, so we'll get to skip the awkward half-joking half-serious attempts to push our heads together and make us kiss. (gross, gross, gross you guys.)

3. My birthday is Sunday. I am 1. Getting up early to be at church at 8 a.m. so I can fill in for a character at Kid's Church. This WILL be my acting debut (unless you count Class Night, which I don't, because, for me, there was absolutely no acting included.) and 2. Playing kickball for the very first time in my life. I'm on a co-ed team, of which I know only one member. Should be a great time - hope it goes better than my first exeperience playing softball.

4. A month from TODAY I'm flying to Pennsylvania to see Jackie and Mark. Oh. My. Goodness. I cannot wait.

5. On October 6, brother and sister-in-law (to be known as SIL from now on) are flying home and we're all going ot the K-State v. OSU game. Brother has an elaborate plan for making sure he doesn't lose his cell phone/makes it home at the end of the night, and I'm anxious it in action. Should be loads of fun. Aggieville might not be able to handle us. (well, it can handle me, I'm sure ... but as a GROUP - you never know what kind of havoc will be wreaked by those about to turn 30.)

6. The country stations around here have been playing Travis Tritt's version of "Take it Easy" a lot lately. I heard it twice yesterday and again this morning. This is easily my favorite country song ever (I think) and I believe it's God's way of saying "Love ya!"

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Character flaws

I'm flawed 60 ways from Sunday.

But I appreciate that you all act like you don't notice.

Because I'm bored, and because Sarah's other two blog topic suggestiosn dealt with seduction and tree roots, I'm going to blog about my character flaws. To see Sarah's list, click here.

1. Impatient: I'm not a patient person. This is mostly exemplified through my driving habits. I've seriously considered - several times - ramming my car into the back of a car moving too slow - just to teach the person a lesson.

2. Over-dramatic: OK, not in the way you'd think. My drama queenness plays out in my mind most of the time - usually right before I go to bed. I manage to blow a situation, or potential situation WAY WAY WAYYYY out of proportion.
Case in point: a friend's grandfather recently died. At 2 a.m., I am sitting up in bed, BAWLING because it has just hit me that once Par dies (he's pretty much as healthy as a horse) I will never have Par's chili again AND will be a complete emotional wreck, which could possibly get me fired, depending on where I'm working and OH MY GOODNESS IF THEY EVEN DON'T UNDERSTAND THAT MY PAR JUST DIED AND I'M DISTRAUGHT I WILL QUIT ON THE SPOT ANYWAY!

3. Naive: For example: "It's probably OK to leave my sliding door open as long as I use the rolling pin/book lock combo." or "Sure (guy my age), we can be friends."

4. Sure, I can do that: I tend to take on more than I can truly handle. This creates situations where I'm working on 18 things at the same time and also trying to put together a Bible story for kids church, which gets put off until the 30 minutes before I'm supposed to speak. When this happens, I apparently get a wild look in my eyes, because lots of people ask me if I'm OK or if they can do anything for me. Which of course, I respond to by smiling and saying "no, I've got it covered," all the while thinking ***"GET OUT OF THE WAY! I'VE GOT STUFF TO DO!"***
Then I feel bad for those mean thoughts and have to pray for forgiveness.

*** Had to edit that sentence. Isn't it amazing that in a blog about character flaws I revealed a HUGE character flaw - praising God and curse another with the same mouth. Here's what James 3.9-12 says about that.
"With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse men, who have been made in God's likeness. Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers, this should not be. Can both fresh water and salt[a] water flow from the same spring? My brothers, can a fig tree bear olives, or a grapevine bear figs? Neither can a salt spring produce fresh water."

Friday, September 01, 2006

Why I will never live with a catfish

Here are five good reasons.

1. I don't like cats and I don't like fish, so a combination of the two seems equivalent to ... something really icky.

2. It would be so annoying to have something following me around all day, sucking up the crumbs I drop and then looking at me disapprovingly for eating handfuls of popcorn while trying to read. (this usually leads to a large amount of popcorn on me, the couch and the floor ... and the book.)

3. I'm sure he would disapprove if I ever wanted to go fishing, and I can't stand those holier-than-thou types. I mean, geesh, it's not like I'm trying to kill his family or anything ... I mean, maybe distant cousins, but when you're a catfish, you have lots of those, so they are expendable.

4. After awhile, it would be hard to act like I didn't notice the smell - and then that would just be awkward.

5. Cuddling with a fish isn't all it's cracked up to be. I mean, just LOOK at this guy. Would you want to wake up to this?