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February 28, 2005
Award Show Hoopla
This weekend was full of hoopla...especially for the movie stars. I watched both the Independent Spirit Awards and The Oscar's. I was happy to see Garden State and Maria Full of Grace get attention at the Independent Spirit Awards, and was most pleasantly surprised by Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind winning their Oscar for original screenplay. I was also happy for Jamie Foxx on winning for his portrayal of Ray. I had 9 or 10 winners right...a lot of guessing involved, since I haven't seen all the films. There were some really good speeches, and some embarrassing moments. (those caught falling asleep, those presenting after having too much to drink, etc.)
I have a love hate relationship with all the red carpet stuff. More on the hate side, except for the fact that I am one of those reality t.v. weirdo's that likes to people watch. I mock the interviewer more than the interviewee for the most part. The whole "Who are you wearing" and incessant congratulating each other on how they look is nauseating...especially knowing that later they will tear the same people apart. I'm not going to rant about that today, though. Although, I will say that as always, Halle Barre was stunningly beautiful.
I do want to share what we were laughing about last night at the party I was at ... the look at me/ cell phone thing. My friend Lisa's husband John pointed out all the people on the sidelines...or even less known red carpet folks who were on their cell phones, obviously telling their friends or family something like, "look at me...Yeah, behind Jayzee, wearing the tux...oh, well, yeah, right...ok..see me now, I'm waving." Some of the people try to be a little more discreet, but they couldn't fool us. I would probably...definitely have been one of those people. My brother and I already have a tradition of calling each other from concerts and holding the phone up in the air.
Lisa throws a kickin Oscars party. She and Mindy had goodie bags, delicious hors deuvres, Karens poll, trivia...and the best part is it's only a few of us... It's a highlight of my year. The actual awards are really the icing on the cake of a good evening spent with great friends!!!
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February 26, 2005
That song from Cats
I love random memories. I was talking with my friend Angel from home. She was one of my best friends growing up and although we have been in and out of each others lives the past few years, we always end up back in touch.
We were talking about something that led us to talking about being kids. She had this one memory of me in like the first grade. A group of us were standing around. I had on a skirt and tights and suddenly proclaimed, "I can do a split, wanna see" and proceeded to do one, skirt and all. She said that everyone was quite impressed with my mad split skills. How funny.
I can remember being jealous of the girls with the cool clogs. My clogs were'nt as cool. Theirs made great clicky sounds when we played jumprope. Dawn Yandow had the best clogs, the ones with a buckle. I now have a similar pair, now that I think about it.
I have a memory of walking around the school during recess and having heard that Angel was having a birthday party, I walked up to her and grabbed her hand. We walked around holding hands for a few minutes and I said, "Hey, I hear your having a birthday party. Can I come?" She told me today that she was so excited that I actually had wanted to come to her party. Nobody really knew each other yet...it was first grade...but I was all about going to a party.
I never had any boyfriends growing up, but in the first grade, I chased a boy named Chad Lafar around and pulled down his hat and kissed him on his hat....then ran off.
As I was driving to Ski Roundtop today to stop in at a WJTL event, I was listening to a classic rock station. Songs can evoke so many memories, too. Some good, some not so good.
I can't remember any of the theorems from Geometry class...thus the D... I can, however, remember the look of disappointment on my math teachers face when I looked at her with the blank "i don't get it stare". After Algebra, math was foreign to me.
Speaking of foreign...I can remember some french conjucations: Je suis, tu es, il/elle est, nous sommes, vous etes, ils sont, elles sont. Voila!!!
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February 25, 2005
The Birds
Picture this: I'm minding my own business, walking back from the mailbox, sorting through the mail...Visa bill, invitation to some home party thing, random flier, AAA maga...what the???? Suddenly I realize that there is literally a RIVER of birds flying above my head. It went as far as I could see in both directions. They were flying in a very specific stream. It was nuts. None of them veered off. None of them stopped to powder their beaks, that I could see. They were flying who knows where to do who knows what.
My brother often comments about the vast amount of crows that seem to hover around here. Each year they come back and I guess this year is an exceptionally popular year for them. Once in a while we can hear them in the nearby field...over the din of the traffic on 741!!! It's a little frightening, to be honest. I don't have any weird phobias or anything and I've never seen the Alfred Hitchcock film...but I don't like having that many of anything flying over my head. YIKES.
I surfed a tiny bit and found a couple of articles for your reading pleasure. This one is a link to local news channel WGAL about the possibility of enlisting falcons to help control the population. I also have a friend who wouldn't mind getting in on the action...
This article is Pro Crow.
This quote is the ending sentence of the Pro Crow link. “What I want people to see when they see a flock is not a gang of thugs but a close-knit family ... like a family going to the mall.� Interestingly enough, I live right behind Park City Mall. HMmmmmmm.
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February 24, 2005
Random Stuff
There is a snowmobile driving down the street in my apartment complex. Dude, can I have a ride?
I found a very tasty new juice...new to me, at least...Welch's Mountain Berry. Mmmmm.
My favorite Survivors so far this season are Ian, Angie, Tom and James. James only because he cracks me up...
I was perusing snow cancellations as I woke up and as I get ready for bed. At least there actually IS snow tonight.
Me eyes is starting to burn...time to go to sleep for a while.
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February 23, 2005
Go Thunderbirds!!!
When visiting my hometown newspaper this evening, I found that they have updated a link to my highschool. While there, I got in contact with a few of the teachers I remember and one guy that I was in school with who is now teaching social studies. Who knows if they will respond to my emails, but it was fun for me, anyway. I dig stuff like that...finding old friends or acquaintances.
The new website is cool. It gives some history on the school and the design of several circles all attached with open classrooms, etc...aw yes...the pods. The negatives I remember were that you could hear into the other classes next to you and that there were very few windows. I think they may have added some though.
Tonight I was cooking up my eggs. I wanted to use them before they spoil. I fried two and boiled like 5 for later in the week. While preparing the eggs, I started thinking about my 15 year high school reunion coming up in 2007. That's really not that long from now. I wonder what will have changed in my life from the 10 year? I am currently much thinner than I was then. Hopefully that will improve even more. (it won't if I keep buying Lucky Charms and potato chips) Beyond that, I can only wonder.
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Smile Like You Mean It
Yes, it's 2:00 am and I should be sleeping. That's just the way it is, I s'pose.
I had a great night. An unexpected trip to Philly came up and I jumped on it. My first spontaneous adventure in a long while, and it was fun. Thanks for the invite Wayne. Nothing like yelling over a band practice...but hey, we still got to chat, right...and it wasn't online...go figure.
After my pal Wayne left, I ended up sitting around for a while and just journaling, doodling while they (The Somethings aka True if Destroyed aka Senioritis aka...) finished practicing. I got swept into reminiscing about some times in college. Lots of varied good and bad memories...mostly good when it comes to the friendships.
I always find myself around the musicians. I like to sing, but I'm not a rock star, so I just sit there and quietly sing under my breath (secretly hoping someone will say, hey, you have a good voice) ....that is until we get outside or in the car. You usually won't catch me trying to pipe in on the microphone or anything when it's official "hey look at me" time, but turn up the radio real loud or get a song in my head and I'll spontaneously break out into just about anything. Dave, Ana and I had fun singing They Might Be Giants songs on the way home. Ana laughed at how no matter what channel we turned to, I seemed to recognize the song...and then began to sing along or ATTEMPT to harmonize with it. Ana is great. We had fun chatting from Colin's in Philly to her house in Avondale while Dave slept.
Oh, we stopped at Dunkin Donuts around the corner from Colin's place. The guy working didn't speak any english, really...and everyone really stared at us. I was grooving to the Indian music playing, that might be why. I wanted to order a Koolata, but sadly, the machine was down, so I had an iced coffee...me and my cold coffee and tea beverages. I was good and caffeinated for the drive home to Lancaster in the snow while Dave slept again. After running out of good options on the radio, we listened to the Garden State soundtrack and The Killers. Good times.
Now I am home, and I suppose I should go to bed and dream sweet dreams of the Philly skyline and good music.
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February 21, 2005
Cold Hands, Warm Heart?
It's definitely a Monday. A LOoOOoong one.
My hands have been freezing all day. It's not like me. I'm usually fairly warm blooded, asking Ann to turn down the heat in the office, etc. Hm.
Sunday, I went to Square One, a fabulous coffee shop in downtown Lancaster. My new friend Julie, (that I met through Infuze )and I went there to meet in person for the first time. It was fun. It's weird meeting someone in person that you just know from chatting online...especially for me who will tell you anything in writing. It was cool though, once the ice was broken. Anyway...Square One just did some great renovations, and the place is even more cozy and aesthetically pleasing, if you can believe that...not to mention great beverages...I had a Chai Freeze. I ran into Dave and Aaron on my way out...go figure, they are like the Norm and Cliff of Cheers there.
Maybe my cold hands are telling me they want some hot coffee...or cold beverage, actually. I usually go for the frozen drinks. Friday night when a bunch of us were out, I was complaining about being cold as I drank my frozen Chai drink. I then proceeded to mock myself. I think it was Karen who said that she has read that sometimes cold beverages actually balance out your temperature. Hmmm, but what about your hands...
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February 20, 2005
Silly Quiziness
Found this at blogthings.com. You type in your name and it gives you this:
| STACEYMICHELLEGAGNE | ||
|---|---|---|
| S | is for | Spontaneous |
| T | is for | Tender |
| A | is for | Adaptable |
| C | is for | Chic |
| E | is for | Elegant |
| Y | is for | Yummy |
| M | is for | Mellow |
| I | is for | Ideal |
| C | is for | Classy |
| H | is for | Hardworking |
| E | is for | Energetic |
| L | is for | Loud |
| L | is for | Lovesick |
| E | is for | Energetic |
| G | is for | Gifted |
| A | is for | Alert |
| G | is for | Geeky |
| N | is for | Natural |
| E | is for | Enlightened |
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True, I think
| You Are the Peacemaker |
|
Your friends and family often look to you to be the mediator when there is conflict. You are easy going and accepting. You take things as they come. Avoding conflict at all costs, you're content when things are calm. |
My comments: emotionally stable: maybe...definitely on the common ground part.
Mediator: maybe more of a sounding board, but at times, yes
Easy going and accepting, definitely and the best part...My great grandmothers trademark phrase was "Take it as it comes"
Conflict: one of my biggest dreads
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February 19, 2005
You Must
I just visited Leon's column and I am now bawling. He wrote an excellent article describing his relationship with his grandfather. This guy has so much talent. He's "good people" too. I have now used that phrase about both him and my friend Jake in the last 15 minutes.
For the record: I didn't fall back asleep. (see earlier post) I ate too much at two seperate free buffet meals, and have been surfing the web like a fiend tonight.
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The Key
I think I"ve discovered that the key to sleeping for me these days, is less is more. I think I may have fallen into the realm of the 6 hour sleeper. NOOOooooooooo. I've always been one who could sleep all day if I wanted to. I could just make myself go back to sleep. No big deal. Now I find that I can go to bed at 1:00 or 2:00 am and get up at 8:30. Again, Noooooooo Not on a Saturday when I can sleep in until 10:00!!!! This can't be. I guess those are the breaks to being both a morning and a night person. I'm not outwardly grumpy, but I'm inwardly kinda miserable because I want to sleep more. Sleep is my friend. Waaaaaaaa. Sleep aids or not, I think I'm doomed.
I am still holding out hope that this is still because of surgery stuff and my body still not knowing what's going on. My one friend told me it may just be because I"m getting old. That really didn't make me feel any better. In fact, I'm now going to eat a big bowl of ice cream and...just kidding. No comfort foods needed, yet.
I'm going to try again for a little snooze. Maybe naps will be my saving grace. I think I can still take naps, geesh, I hope so. Is it considered a nap if you just woke up like 15 minutes or half an hour ago and go back to bed? We'll see what happens.
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February 18, 2005
Music to My Ears
I just remembered something. I like to listen to loud music LOUD. I just was driving home from Hitch. It was actually very funny, clever, romantic and I liked it!
When I got in my car, I turned on the radio and listened to Phil play the Rock Jam...Crap, I just went to the playlist to find what songs he was playing, but they aren't up. It was probably something like Mortification or something. Anyway, I cranked it, I found myself wanting to drive fast and scream. I did scream, actually. You should try it sometime. So, then I drove into Turkey Hill to pick up some milk and snacks and realized that the radio was literally cranked up all the way. So much so, that the guy standing at the counter stared at my looking very perplexed. Me, my 89 Olds Ninety Eight and some blaring hardcore music. It was still blaring when I drove to my mailbox and pulled into my parking spot.
Here's the funniest part. I came up into my apartment, lit some candles and popped in the Garden State soundrack...a staple in my CD collection these days.
I am a musical schizophrenic, I think.
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Maybe Because It's Friday
There is an extra spring in my step. I am tired, but not so weary. There may even be a twinkle in my eye.
I think part of it is because it's Friday. The other part is that I get to go out and do fun stuff this weekend. It's reminiscent of the day after being grounded as a child. The world is my oyster, or something like that. Don't worry, I have no plans to square dance, mountain climb or anything physically demanding, besides fighting off someone for a good seat in the movie theatre.
My friend Stephen is visiting from Nashville, so a few of us are getting together and going to dinner and to see Hitch. Stephen is staying with my brother and I so that will be more fun and excitement. (it was also a good excuse to clean our apartment). Tomorrow I have a birthday party/shower to go to and then the Purple Door Supervisors banquet. Free Food. Friends. Etc. Etc. Sunday I don't have anything, so after church I can pass out. I'll probably need to after all that excitement!!! I have some more Netflix on the way, too so the couching will be good. I like to use the word couch as a verb. I think I got that from the movie Reality Bites.
I am enjoying the flowers on my desk. They smell nice. I am wearing a comfortable outfit that I don't feel completely dumpy in. (can't wait until my tummy welcomes jeans again). Everyone is back in the office now and that feels good and home-y.
So, yeah. I'm good with today.
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February 17, 2005
huh, what
I went to work on my checking account and because my bank got bought out by another bank and everything went into effect yesterday, I only had online and phone access to the past 2 days of transactions. Blimey! Thankfully, my account total made sense with my records, but I want to hear my transactions listed and check them off one by one. I guess I'll have to wait for my bank statement to come in the mail. Drat.
I had just received a whole box of new checks, and now I have to throw them away and use the new-new ones...and they are not the pretty blue/grey ones I had before, but boring brown.
I keep making stupid mistakes on my tax forms. I probably have like the easiest taxes to do in the world...but I am such a procrastinator, they still are sitting on my desk. Need to get new forms, need to finish.
Money, money, money. A Pink Floyd song comes to mind.
Sigh...and to think when I was little I thought all you needed to do to buy something was to write out a check and there was an unlimited supply of money out there at my parents disposal. Then again, I also thought that my parents change jar was my personal penny candy account. Grin.
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February 16, 2005
A Break in the Clouds
The weirdest thing happened today. One minute I looked out my office window and it was so dark, gloomy, rainy and nasty out. Ann and I were talking about how dark and yucky it was out and I was tired and thought I might leave work early to go home and sleep. Moments later, the sun came out and the day looked beautiful again. I made it until 5:00
How quickly things can change.
A lot of cliche statements are going through my head...I'm cheezy like that. I just love those glimmers of hope. Especially when they happen right on time. But, of course they do.
I found out tonight that someone in my family was just released from jail. I am praying that he has reached the bottom of the barrel and that he will reach for God and recieve unconditional love that he has longed for all his life. The fact that he made it through to this point alive is a miracle.
Timing is everything...I'm seeing that again and again in the lives of so many people I love. Just today...in relationships, jobs, hearts, moments of need, physical health...I don't get it...why things happen for the good or the bad when they do. But, when that break comes...it is always right on time. We always want it sooner, but when it comes, it is bright and warm and provides exactly what we need to get through the next storm. And oh for the day when the storms are over.
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February 15, 2005
I'm Loving It
Ok, the first day of Spring is still quite far off, so I have to say today is the first day of Wring or Sprinter. Autumn is my favorite season, but I have to say, I am enjoying the hopefulness of the weather today. There may be a storm or two lurking, but wow...what a beautiful day with the sun shining brightly, some green sprouting out right near a snowbank that is stubbornly standing by, and it's 5:30 pm and there's still daylight!!! I am a fan of Winter and snow, all the seasons are beautiful, but I am loving this season between seasons!
By the way, that title...also the most annoying phrase from one of the most annoying jingles I've ever heard. Ba da ba ba ba...(cringe)
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February 14, 2005
Friendship Thoughts on Valentines Day
I was emailing with a friend today and we were discussing the status of a certain relationship our mutual friend was in. I asked, "is he a friend friend, or just a friend". I can't believe I did that. It makes me mad at myself. The word "just" shouldn't be used as an adjective to describe a friendship. "Yeah, we're merely friends" , "No, we're only friends" ...I don't like that. There has to be a better way to say it. Like, oh are they friends, or are they in love. Are they friends or are they dating? Are they buddies or is there romantic interest...you get my drift. Friends are too important to be described in a way that minimizes their importance. I need to be more aware of that. I know it's all semantics...but still.
With that said, earlier today I was visiting some friends blogs and we were comiserating about Valentines Day. Tonight, as I think about it more. I realize that although Valentines Day is a day for lovers, florists, and Hallmark ...and it does sometimes sting us single folk...I have really been shown so much of that "philo" kind of love today, how dare I complain. Now, ok, I won't try to be an emotional martyr, it isn't quite the same receiving cards and flowers from buddies...but going back to the previous paragraph...I don't want to minimize the love and friendship that has been extended to me.
One more thing on the friendship note...I made another leap forward in the reconciliation of a relationship with another believer. I feel like this step has actually cleared some major emotional baggage for me and made the forgiveness that I have claimed with my mouth a little more practical.
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February 13, 2005
Surprised by Joy
Not only is the title of this entry the title of the book I just started reading by C.S. Lewis, it also describes my evening.
All day long I was toying with the idea of attending Arts Night at my friends Marla and Jenn's church. They have invited me the past couple of years and there was always another event or I would just plain forget. Well, this year, I had no excuse, but I found myself torn because of feeling hermitish and I also wanted to watch The Grammy's. Well, at the last minute I decided to go. I had an EXCELLENT time. Marla did an incredible job...and I believe Jenn was a big help, too. It was aesthetically pleasing, there was variety, and a lot of talent either developing or in full bloom was shared. It was another proof to me of how much creativity God has sprinkled all over the place that is still waiting to be discovered and let loose. Both Marla and Jenn really surprised me. Jenn sang "He Is Not Silent" a great classic Out of the Grey song. It was a great song for her. In addition to organizing the event, Marla read her own poetry and did an amazing job. She has some beautiful work. Things that need to be shared!
I came home in time to catch the second half of The Grammy's. My man, Bono said it well, that this may have been the best Grammy's ever. From the portion that I saw I would agree. I am hoping there will be a re-air of it.
During the 2nd half of the evening at Arts Night, there were materials on the tables for people to use to be creative while listening to people share their work. Here are a couple of things I jotted down.
Cozy
It feels warm in here
Cozy fuzzy sweater warm
Hot Earl Grey with honey warm
Satisfied my tummy warm
It feels warm in here
Untitled
unexpected surprising joy
crawls across my face
spreads from cheek to cheek
drips into my soul
Untitled
Broken down vehicle;
in desperate need of repair
Left alongside the road;
awaiting a good Samaritan
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February 12, 2005
My Heart is Hungry
What a boring day. As I sit here in my blue froggie pajamas and hot pink slippers, I am anxious for it to be tomorrow so I can go to church and be around people. Yes, to interact with people and to worship. That will be excellent. I listened to the tape from last weeks sermon which came in the mail today. It made me even more excited to get back.
I've never been one that had to be dragged to church. Even as a teenager in the midst of my two faced stage, I sincerely liked to go to sing, hear my pastor's creative sermons and see my friends. I loved to put my head on my parents shoulders while listening to Pastor Roland share his stories that painted a picture of the Love of God.
The only time going to church was an issue was in college when we had to fill out "church check" forms to prove we had gone. Between the church checks and ministry points forms...I think more students ended up lying than growing spiritually at times. Ok, I'll step down from that soap box...sorry.
Back to church...it will be good when I can get back into the kids ministry. I have taken a break due to the surgeries. Once I feel capable of lifting a child and chasing them down...I'll be back in the saddle again. I love working with children. I am especially fond of Kindergarten age through 6th. Most recently, I've taught the younger ones and it's a lot of fun. I am excited to get back in there and get in a routine. There is something so special about having a child come running at you with their arms open with excitement. One week, a little boy told me he liked when I was his teacher. It made my day.
On a semi-related note, I was thinking this morning while I was in the shower about Heaven. Specifically, the possibility of seeing Bono in Heaven...not in a "he's a hot rock star way".. It is going to be so crazy to worship with everyone. Won't it be incredible to be alongside of the musicians, artists, writers, old friends, family members, historical figures, random people I've met.
It's been a few minutes since the last paragraph. While writing my blog, I started ichatting with 3 different friends at once. I don't feel so lonely anymore. You know what I was saying about going to church...church can also happen in conversation with others...it can change you. Thanks God, I needed that.
goodnight.
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February 11, 2005
Drinking Age in VT
Here's a controversial one for ya. I visited the newspaper from home online and found an article about how "local" (VT) lawmakers are backing a recent push to reduce the drinking age in Vermont back to 18. HERE.
So, what are your thoughts?
Should 18 year olds who are considered adult enough to fight in war, be considered responsible enough to buy a six pack? Note the quote in the article about how an 18 year olds brain isn't fully developed...YIKES.
What benefit would it be to go back to 18 now?
As a state that borders Canada where the drinking age is 18 (at least it was when I lived there) would it be safer to have the drinking age the same in order to prevent unsafe travel over the border for the sake of a beverage?
Would a lower drinking age make college drinking parties more huge?
By having a drinking age, do we put the carrot out there in front of the teens? If the temptation was removed, would it be less of an issue?
Wow, it's been a while since I thought about this one.
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February 10, 2005
MVU Class of 1992
I was just sitting here at my desk looking around blankly and my eyes grazed over my high school and college yearbooks.
First I picked up one from the 7th grade. The goodbye messages you collect are so funny. "To a good friend, hope you never change". "B.F.A: Best Friends Always", "To a cool kid. Don't be so hard on yourself" GAG. I was all proud of the 7th grade yearbook, though because I had a poem in it that I wrote for my friend Lynn Ogeka who died of Cancer. Wow 7th grade. Jr. High was scary.
Well, next, I picked up my senior year book entitled "Hello Goodbye". The senior section is the "Goodbye" part beginning with the lyrics to "Small Town" by John Cougar Mellencamp typed out. That song IS Highgate Ctr, VT. I went through the yearbook to find my senior picture. There I am, looking over my shoulder with a fuzziness used in the picture...CHEEZY. I had a perm, then too...but at least there were no big bangs involved. Phew.
Remember that weird section beneath the senior pic where you list out everything that is so important to you at the time: the activities you were involved in and all the cryptic messages for only you and your friends to really understand. I'm the sentimental type, so I sorta like that personal stuff. Maybe it would be fun to put one of those things together now??? Haha.
Then there's the Class Will and Class Prophecy. Apparently, the Juniors thought I'd be singing in an Italian Opera in 5 years. In the class will, I left my brothers friend Jeremy a new hat, my music teacher and my brother both patience. Patience for the teacher to deal with my brother and his friend and patience for Aaron to finish high school succesfully. Then I wrote, "I love you" to my brother Aaron. Wow, poor guy must have been mortified.
You know what else I found...this is hysterical...There was a "Most Embarassing Moment" section. My most embarassing moment in high school involved having a large girl fall on me in the middle of a basketball game in the 8th grade. ( Yes, I actually played a sport....8th grade basketball and then I managed the girls Varsity Basketball team one year. ) But here's the crazy part...one of my most embarrasing moments in college was being fallen on by a guy during one of the college basketball games. I was sitting on the floor in front of one of these pillars that were in front of the bleachers. This guy fell very precariously onto me in a very awkard position with his hands balancing him up against the pillar. What is it with me and basketball catastrophes?
I can't believe I graduated high school 13 years ago.
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February 09, 2005
Weird Writing Habits, Admissions and Ramblings
I love to write. I love to type. I love words. Even when I was little I would sit at a keyboard and just type sentences. I would sometimes even set my hands up in the proper typing form...ASDF JKL: and thumbs on space bar and pretend to type. When doodling, I am apt to doodle the alphabet in cursive and print, capital and lower case, 0 - 9. I was also a proud spelling bee-er. I didn't go very far, but was proud with what I did with it. antidisestablishmentarianism. How bout that, eh. haha
I find myself waking up in the middle of the night wanting to type an email to someone and don't know who I want to talk to, but I want to write something!!! So, I write to myself, or to God...depending. I mentioned how much I love words, but I don't feel as comfortable forcing them out of my mouth as I do writing them. It's the curse of the grade school love notes, perhaps. I need to get over that. I have it all figured out on paper or on the computer screen, but often times clam up in person or even on the telephone. What is that???
I have an addiction to using ellipses. I don't even always use them appropriately. I know where I got it from and that annoys me to no end. My one friend Leon, the writer I have mentioned here before, has caught me using them inappropriately and called me on it. I still use them. Hm. Weird.
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I went to the mailbox
I have two things I want to blog about. Something fluffy and something not so fluffy. I still don't know which to choose...so I'll just wait on those topics.
For now...I just walked to my mailbox and my Netflix arrived. I'm siked.
The walk to the mailbox was semi-uneventful...except that my belly still feels so weird. Also, I saw a person that looked interesting walking away from the mailbox when I was there. The thougtht that instantly goes through my head..I bet everyone, (the 3 cars that passed while I was walking and the two guys checking their mailbox) thinks I'm a loser for not being at work. I bet they wonder why I'm in my sweats with my hair looking all crappy. Probably assuming I'm watching soap opera's all day...which I am not!!! I
Now were they thinking any of these things...probably not...probably sorting through their mail, just like me...avoiding mud puddles and thinking it feels a little Springlike out today. Minds are weird...at least mine is, anyway.
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February 08, 2005
Dropping In
Are you a dropping in-er? I can't decide what I am. I guess maybe it depends on who it is. Growing up, I fondly remember folks dropping in, my dad would pull a beverage out of the bottom drawer of the fridge and we would sit out on the porch. I would usually hover somewhere nearby on the steps or on the front lawn...I HATED missing out on anything the adults were doing. Forget about playing. I wanted to figure out the adult world. The "seen and not heard" rule was loosely observed...but I never felt pushed aside, thank goodness.
Anyway...the dropping in thing. My mom wasn't so into it. Let me re-phrase that. She never minded anyone dropping in at our house, but was nervous about dropping in on others. My dad tended to be the opposite.
Hm, I can't decide. I don't think I am confident enough to be a dropping in-er...Afraid someone wouldn't want me there and then I'd feel like a nuisance. Maybe it's different in the rural setting...you can almost always find someone outside on their porch or in their yard...so the drop by is more natural....or in the city...there is a lot of stoop hanging out that goes on. It's a bit different in the world of apartment complexes.
I like spontaneity. I like being dropped in on for the most part...except for those days that I get up late and am hanging around in my jammies with bed head and bad breath. Then...not so much...Last night I was dropped in on. I was in my jammies, like I am most days during the recovery. I was ok with it. A little weirded out, because it was pretty late, and it wasn't a friend I spend a ton of time with. It feels good, though, to know someone is thinking of you and wants to check in. Thanks, Bob, if you happen upon this blog somehow. Mi casa es su...ok, no, not quite...but seriously....I appreciated the visit.
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February 07, 2005
Supper Bowl
I spelled it that way on purpose.
I ate my delivered dinner from my friend Holly from work: Ham Loaf, baked potato and dirt pudding...She brought it by (and it was warm) on the way to the Superbowl party she was going to. It was cute. Her daughter commented on how little my t.v. was. : )
Since it's too soon to party down, I stayed home for the big night. Since I don't care about sports, Super Bowl is usually just a social event to me anyway...although I do get into it once I watch. This year I found myself flipping between the Super Bowl and a Little House on the Prairie marathon on Hallmark Channel. I can't believe how many episodes I still haven't seen.
I was torn whether to root for New England or for the Eagles...so I never chose. Now, I can't say Boo yah or anything... I enjoyed the half time show with Paul Mcartney. Live and Let Die was crazy. I got tears in my eyes. That often happens to me at weird moments like that...even when it's not a song I am particularly in love with. Today it happened while watching a Saturday Night Live rerun during the song "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow" being sung to Rudy Juliani. I'm such a weirdo.
My first Netflix dvd's are on the way: The Story of the Weeping Camel, Friday Night Lights and The Muppet Show with Steve Martin....Wa Hoo. Thanks again Lisa. Your gift certificate will be used well.
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February 06, 2005
Doctors and Nurses
I saw the visiting nurse this morning and was able to take over the packing of my wound. Never thought I'd be able to do such a thing...it's gross, but healing pretty quickly. It doesn't look like I'll be needing the nurse at all anymore. Wahoo...freedom.
I thought I'd give you a list of interesting hospital observations.
1. Gotta love the hospital bed with buttons for turning the lights off and on, tv control, moving the bed, calling the nurse, and the phone attached.
2. Nurses are heroes. They are servants. How they can do the things they do for others is beyond me. They put up with so much abuse from hurting people, yet still wash their backs and feet. Reminds me of someone.
3. There seems to be an abundance of attractive Dr.s/residents, students at Hershey Med. Center.
4. Ice chips are like manna from Heaven
5. Our bodies are not always a wonderland, sorry John Mayer...especially when your hair hasn't been washed for a week, you have tubes coming out of you in strange places, are swollen, and your insides feel like they are exploding with nowhere to go.
6. Sunny days while in the hospital make life a tad more bearable and hopeful.
7. Don't ever let the pain get ahead of your meds. Pump the morphine if you've got it. Be honest with yourself and others, don't try to be strong.
8. You cry when you enter the hospital and cry when you leave...this time out of both nervousness and joy.
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New Music Stuff
Now Playing: Ten Silver Slide Trombones by Don Peris. In my stack of bills and junk mail there were a couple of gems including a package from my friend Jess from Philly. She sent me the Don Peris CD along with Low "The Great Destroyer" and a fabulous mix CD. It instantly made me smile. I also had my free BMG CD order : Reality Bites Soundtrack, Sam Phillips " A Boot and A Shoe", Ryan Cabrera "Take it All Away" and Christopher Cross, "Christopher Cross". I'm never at a loss of new music to listen to, that's for sure.
I was feeling bummed about not getting U2 tickets...but come to find out, the ticket scene was a big disaster, so much to the point that Larry Mullen addressed it at the website. I'll keep my eyes open for the second leg of the tour. They said those of us U2.com members that didn't get through on this one will have priority for next one...well, we'll see what happens with that.
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February 04, 2005
Goodbye Morphine, Hello Percoset
I'm home and I'm alive. Phew. It was a much scarier week than I had expected. Longer hospital stay, more pain, nausea and fear involved than expected. The plus is that being in the hospital for 8 days did allow me some extra recovery time. I'm not ready to sit up in a chair for long periods of time...but I think I will be only off my feet next week before I am ready to get back to routine...I won't hold myself to any deadline, yet, though. I just pray that my new digestive system works. Today marked a big day for me...It's humbling when you get phone calls from people cheering you on because you pooped. : )
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