5 Question Friday!!

Greetings Earthlings. I'm feeling more normal today. Less hormonal. Thank goodness. I'm in an awesome mood, considering how little I slept last night. It's Friday, what's not to love. Other than Spanish Oral exams. Ick. I will do fine. I hope I do fine. Otherwise I might cry.

Or not.

No big plans this weekend. We are going to my parents to have my birthday dinner with them on Saturday. Because I have an economics test on Thursday of next week there will be no big partying the night before, unless you consider snuggling into my chair and studying for an economics quiz partying, then you're all set. But that's not my idea of an awesome birthday. Just in case you want to send me presents. Homework won't win me over. Chocolate will. But sadly homework won't.

I'm going to take it easy this weekend and try to relax some. I have got to figure out a way to de-stress before I have a stroke from the lack of sleep, or before I strangle someone.

Happy Friday!

PS. Make sure you are here on Monday for the announcement of my Birthday giveaway. You will only have 2 days to enter before the winner is announced on Wednesday!

1. If you had a weekly newspaper column, what would you name it?

Life Begins at 30.

It's catchy. It's cute. It's great advice for those younger and for those older. And most people dread 30. Because your aging, your not a 20 year old fresh out of college and on your own for the first time.

I offer advice people can't live with and can't live without.

It's scary.


2. Who is your mentor/inspiration?

 I don't know what I really have one. There isn't that one person that I want to grow up to be like. There isn't one person who motivates me to do my homework, take better care of myself.

But if I can't pick me, then I would have to say my husband. He has faith that I can do anything. Even if it is stuff he would rather I not do. He believes that I'll do fine on tests I stress out about, he believes that I will graduate and have the GPA that I want.

And some days, his belief is all I need to push through when I really would rather be doing something else.


3. What is your wake up beverage of choice?

Well, that depends on the day. I'm currently on a water for breakfast kick. But some days, when I'm running on fumes, a Diet Dr. Pepper saves the day.

And about once a year, coffee with large quantities of French Vanilla Creamer do the trick. Well, let's face it, the sugar in the French Vanilla Creamer does the trick, because it is mostly a cup of creamer with coffee added in.


4. Would you wear your mom's clothes?

Not a chance. She used to care more about her appearance, but the older she gets and the less outside activities that are required of her, she is all about the comfort.

All about the comfort.

So am I, but I have to look nice for work. My bosses expect it. Thankfully while school is in session they are a lot less particular about what I wear. Because when schools going on, it's shorts, carpi's, and jeans. I don't wear skirts to school. Nope. Not happening.

So they forgive me during school. Otherwise I look nice.

My mom is all about the comfort, cotton pants, cotton shirts. Comfort. Less nice, more comfort.

So unless I'm at home for a weekend, then no, I'll keep my own clothes. Thanks.


5. When you were a kid, did you put posters on your wall? If so, what were they of?
Oh yes. There were New Kids on The Block posters and doggie posters and posters that I had on my wall since I was like 6. I never took anything down. Then I hit about 15 and stopped with the whole poster thing. I took them all down and threw them all away. And I put up pictures like normal people did.

That should have alerted the authorities that something was wrong. What 15 year old do you know that does anything normal?

Does that mean I was crazy before 15, after 15, or just currently? I'm thinking none of the above.

Shhh. This is an area where your opinions must be kept to your self. It's a .... national security issue.

Well, that's what I'm claiming anyway.

See, I'm not crazy.

Why is the white jacket so tight? I would rather not give myself a hug all day long.



Make sure to come back by Monday to enter in the blog giveaway. Where I give away an awesome birthday present. If no one shows up, then I will be forced to keep it.

The crazy in my head...and my life

The ship with all the free time on it...she sailed off. What a pain in the oar.

You can stop groaning now. It wasn't that cheesy. Ok. Maybe it was.

The homework boat has set up and she doesn't appear to be moving. I could use some dynamite. That might blow her out of the water. It also might blow my head up, so let's rethink that plan.

I'm busy. I'm covered up in homework, and I don't know what to write about. I don't want this blog to be all, school, school, homework, school...you get the point.

I sat down last night, when I should have been doing homework, and I re-read some of the posts that I wrote a year ago. I miss those posts. I miss that person. Maybe I'm still trying to compare myself to other blog writers and maybe I'm still telling myself that I don't measure up. Lord knows I do it often during all these classes. With all these babies. I feel way out of my league. They make me feel so...old.

My birthday is next week. A week from yesterday in fact. I'll be 32. It's September. Which is 3.5 months from Christmas and I haven't done any shopping yet. I'm usually almost done by now, and I haven't even started.

I think of all these awesome posts, and then I talk myself out of writing them. I have to quit doing that. I have to stop being so worried about what you think, about what the rest of the world things and only worry about what I think.

Sorry for the randomness. I can't sleep. I'm stressed. I'm tired. I'm annoyed. I'm questioning everything, like I always do around my birthday. I'm feeling sorry for myself, because let's face it, my life isn't the perfect little life I would like for it to be. So just bare with me while I try to figure it all out.

Tomorrow is Friday. And I promise to shed this depressed whiny self between now and Monday. Because I have a giveaway for you to get all excited about next week!!!

Wordless Wednesday

Today, I'm missing some of the people we have lost this year. I'm missing some of the friends that we have lost this year. Today, I would like just 5 more minutes with both of them.

Bailey. The dog who rescued me.

Monday's

I think that Monday's were invented to help you plan for retirement.

Because every time one rolls around, I can't wait for the day that I don't have to get up and go to work, when every day can be a weekend.

Because let's face it, Monday's really bite.

I'm tired, thanks to my husband's phone ringing at 4:45am and then his alarm went off at 5, 5:15, 5:30, 5:45, and 6am. Time he got out of bed 6:45, when my alarm went off. He is lucky to be alive. He will be mighty lucky if he survives the day with his butt intact, because my patience is very, very, very thin today.

After tomorrow I may be writing this blog from prison if he even sets his alarm. And one little gray dog might be added to the mix if she doesn't stop barking and growling while I'm in the shower, naked, covered in soap and trying to shave while she barks. So if your the person who is making her bark, if I cut my leg shaving, I'm so adding you to my body count. Of course, your going to get a free peep show before your untimely demise.

I hope your Monday is shaping up better than mine. I'm off to learn the days of the week in Spanish. So that I will understand how Monday's bite in more than one language.

Have a Happy Monday. Or at least avoid homicide today.

September 11th

It's hard to believe that it's been 10 years. It's hard to believe that 10 years ago today, our lives, our country, our world was changed forever.

I still remember watching the news after the first tower had hit the first tower just after I had gotten to work that morning. My husband was at home, he had gotten injured at work and was home on medical leave while his foot healed. I remember the girl in the cubicle in front of me, her phone rang, it was her husband calling to tell us the 2nd tower had been hit. Then the reports started coming in that it wasn't an accident, that it wasn't a plane who had problems.

I can remember watching television and thinking that we were watching stories about other places and  countries, not about the United States. I remember thinking that I was so thankful that we were so far away from New York. Then I remember being saddened by the people who wouldn't be going home that night and for those families whose lives would never be the same.

It's also hard to believe that we have forgotten. We remember the impact that was felt in our lives, but we don't remember what it did to us as a nation. We don't remember the dignity, sympathy and compassion that our leaders had in the moments, days, weeks, months and years that followed. We want to blame a recession on the former president and the events of those days. We want to forget and move on because those days, those images, those courageous people that took matters into their own hands and helped to bring down a plane in a field, and limit the number of lives lost.

We have forgotten. We had too. It's human nature. It's part of the circle of life and the way that things work. We didn't want to, but life goes on. Even those people who lost someone that day, their lives went on.

There are tons of memorials today. There are tons of ways to remember and to honor those who have lost their lives that day, and the soldiers that have lost their lives since then. It's important today that we remember to honor those that sacrificed their lives so that our lives could be different.



~When the world says, "Give up," Hope whispers, "Try it one more time."  ~Author Unknown

~Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go. ~Author Unknown

Five Question Friday

Thank goodness. I'm not sure I would have survived another work/school day this week. I'm exhausted. The homework showers have started, and they aren't letting up anytime soon. So I'm swamped.

No big plans this weekend, I try to keep my schedule light during school so I can play catch up on the weekends. I'm going to try to get all caught up on homework, as well as work on getting catalogs ready for my open house in October. And I have Scentsy to deliver. And I might try to unpack a few more boxes, because let's face it, I'm still not through unpacking. Eek!

Happy weekend.

1. What ringtone do you have on your cell phone?

Well, it's unique. And it isn't one particular person's ringtone. It's everyone's. I don't discriminate.

First you get a sound that sounds like some sort of alarm going off...then...wait for it..."Warning: It's that weirdo calling, Warning: it's that weirdo calling.

See, I said I don't discriminate, most of the people who call me are weird. The ones who text me aren't.

2. What is your favorite memory from this summer?

This summer was full of suck. There were bright spots, but dealing with Papa's illness and unexpected death has been difficult. We spent all of July waiting, and celebrating his life. Then in August, we were just trying to survive, trying to function like normal human beings.

Probably some of the best memories are the ones of us sitting in Papa's hospital room, telling stories and laughing. The night after the memorial service when we all sat around at the hotel and laughed and told stories and caught up with the family we don't see nearly often enough. Those moments, those memories were such bright spots in days that we thought we would drown in sadness. Those moments reminded me about the importance of family and making memories with them.

Our Friday night dinner dates with our local "family" have been such a blessing too. It has been amazing to discover and get to know some of John's childhood friends. Their laughter and their lives have become such an important part of ours that they continue to be a thing of joy in our lives, and let's face it, we can always use more joy.

3. Paper books or ebooks?

I love to read. I prefer suspense, but every now and then a girl needs a good trashy romance novel to remind her to bug her husband about romance. However, after our recent move and the discovery that I have way (way, way, way) too many books, I have decided to downsize. But only in theory. My husband doesn't know it yet, but he is getting me a Nook for my birthday. I'm going to move all of my books from paper to digital. I'm not really thrilled about it, because I love the way books smell, but on the other hand, it's getting hard to find a place to stick all those books. And under the bed isn't a suitable home any longer.

 

4. If you could have one home upgrade what would it be and why?

Can I just have the home first? We rent a duplex. We didn't want to buy, because let's face it, our future is very unknown considering that I am going to college, and I want to do corporate accounting. There aren't a lot of job options here. So, we wanted to keep our options open. That way if I get offered a job making millions somewhere else, I didn't have to worry about leaving a house that I loved. Because I wouldn't have bought something I didn't love. Frankly, it comes down to the fact that I didn't want to have to break up with my house.

5. When was your first serious boyfriend/girlfriend?

 

I had a few before my husband, but honestly the details are sketchy. John was a love or lust at first sight kind of thing. The afternoon I met him, I knew I wanted to get to know him better. And to be honest, the 2nd time we hung out, every other guy I had ever dated or lusted over ceased to exist. There are moments that I remember about ex's, but they are only moments not the complete relationship. I can't even tell you know how I met most of them, or even how we broke up. When John came along, they ceased to exist.

 

So to answer the original question, I was in high school. That's about all I remember.

The post where I don't write a post

I'm tired.

I'm drowning in a sea of homework.

Spanish, calculus, rock and roll, economics, lab reports. They are all a blur in brightly colored notebooks and folders.

Como se llama? Do I want to see the llama? You want me to watch an entire movie in Spanish, when I can barely tell you my name and that I need to pee?

2+2 only equals 4 if and only if you can stand on your head while counting to 100 backwards.

Did I mention how tired I am?

GDP. GNP. IIP. PIP. WTH. WFD.

Blues, jazz, country, rock, I wasn't even alive in the 1800's. I don't even like rock and roll so why do I care where it originated from back in the 1800's. Just give me the easy A that this class was supposed to be so I can move on down the road.

I'm tired. I'm remembering the stuff I hated about school. I've lost that loving feeling. Now I'm getting the used and abused feeling. Now I understand why college students drink so much alcohol. It's the only way to keep your sanity.

Be thankful for the random posts. At least I'm still writing them, and at this point last semester I wasn't. Beggars can't be choosers. But I couldn't skip, or I will screw up my landing my 200th post on my birthday. And I'm so anal and crazy that just wouldn't work, and neither would coming up with 20 posts on the 20th either.

I'm going to go read about the history of rock and roll. And no, the class sucks thus far. And then I'm going to go practice writing in Spanish so I don't fail my writing assignment tomorrow. Think of me, and send me Spanish thoughts. Gracias.

*This moment of crazy brought to you by...me.