On a Whim...

Been listening to this a lot lately....

2011-04-25T19:48:00.000-07:00

while dreaming of hazy humid days with homemade lemonade, unintentional tan lines, messy hair, and salt sticky skin.

I'm ready for a break. A summer break that is.

If you were constantly aware of your second toe YOU would go crazy too.

2010-11-17T21:15:00.000-08:00

Okay you guys, this is something super SUPER serious. My toe...will not...stop twitching! All day long twitchtwitchtwitch, when I'm trying to sleep twitchtwitchtwitch, when I'm sitting in class twitchtwitchtwitch, AS I'M WRITING THIS BLOG TWITCHTWITCHTWWWIIITTTCCCHHH!

I THINK I AM LOSING MY MIIIINDDDSSS!!

LOOK AT IT!!

It all started about six (ish) months ago when I would get these odd electric surge sensations in my right foot. It was always at night, when I would be resting, watching TV or laying in bed on my laptop. This was annoying, but not as annoying as the persistent twitch it eventually morphed into. My second toe has been doing it's little twitchy dance FOR OVER A MONTH NOW. I had to get a physical for school and I asked the doctor about it and he looked at it AND LAUGHED and was all HA! Look! It really is just moving on it's own huh! and I was like "yes DOCTOR it's a muscle twitch WTF". Then he asked me a couple questions and ended the interview with "well...I don't want to scare you...but..." as if whatever he was about to say wouldn't do just that "it could be a sign of MS but since it's only confined to your toe, I think you're okay, just keep an eye on it, you might have to see a neurologist, but whatever, I'm sure you're fine". My reaction? "................." (that's a blank stare) because OMG I HAVE MS!! I mean I don't know if I do or not (I probably don't) but now I am convinced that I do because of one slightly insensitive doctor and an annoying twitch.

Now I'm totally paranoid and it seems like every day I think I have a new symptom. I was driving the other day and realized my eyes were blurry. But then I cleaned my windshield and the blurry-ness went away. Coincidence?? or MS??? I've been getting little words mixed up lately, the other day when Pete was getting ready for his soft ball game and choosing to wear blue shorts with a BLUE T-shirt I told him, "whatever, look like a Smurf, it's not my fashion REPETITION on the line". Brain fart? or MS???

This twitch seriously needs to GO AWAY. Like EMEDIATELY!! (spelling error or MS?????)

Eight months, twenty-two days, or something

2010-09-27T18:43:00.000-07:00

Oh Hey.

Yeah...so...

This is awkward.

Awkwarrrrddd...

It's only been like.....Um, I dunno, FOREVER AND A YEAR since my last blog. But at least I'm here now right? I thought for a while I would never return to my dear blog. Is blogging still cool? Half the blogs I was following have stopped, must be because I stopped. Contrary to popular belief the Internet does not actually keep internet-ing when I'm not blogging. Didn't you know?

I wonder what happens to people when they stop blogging. A lot of the time I forget that the people behind the blogs I read every day are in fact that, people. People who have lives outside of their blog and who may need to step away from their blogs to deal with said life. I guess that's what I did. Life took a turn I hoped it would never take and the magnitude of the situation left writing stupid every day thoughts on whateverthehell just seem, well, stupid. And basically when you want to stay out of your head the last thing you want to do is write. I'm hoping now that some time has passed it's safe to return to my head. We shall see.

Ok I promise that's the end of me being super vague. Sorry 'bout that.

In the sake of saving time (my time, not yours, obviously. I know you have nothing better to do than read my every word. I kid. I kid. FISH. LIPSTICK. POPPYSEED.) let me bullet point a recap for ya.

Still in school. School is good. I made straight A+s for the first time in all my college history last semester.
Still with The Pete
Still living at home
Still working (only occasionally!) at the pharmacy
Um......Oh! I'm teaching dance again this year, Advanced Jazz Whoop!
Still loving my Kitty Bear (he's next to me right now sucking on a blanket, so gross and so CUTE ♥ ♥ heartsheartshearts ♥ ♥
I have babies coming!!! Not mine! OMG NO, my sister Coral and WuTang. Coral a boy and Whitney a girl. Very. Excited. About. All. The. Babies.
.............
I guess that's it.
Why am I still bulleting?
Would you read my blog if this was the only way I wrote?
You would???
And you would still love me???!!?
I love you too.

See you soon, maybe.

Memory Box

2010-01-05T00:33:00.000-08:00

Home and bored and locked inside from the cold, will often lead one to wander... I do this from time to time, in those few minutes when my attention isn't focused on the mesmerizing gleam of my computer screen (Facebook). I don't know why, but I rarely watch TV alone, maybe I feel guilty about it or something but reason or not, I hardly do it. So I wander instead, aimlessly around the house until something gains my attention. Tonight it was my "Memory Box". I really wish I had a better name than that-"My Memory Box" because "My Memory Box" sounds too Oprah book club-ish, but I mean, it's a box filled with memories, what else should I call it??

It's recently, in the past years, overflowed into two Memory Boxes and I fear one day you'll see me on Hoarders, clutching on to my prized possessions of movie stubs and receipts, but I feel like I have years until then, or at least a few, so...meh.

Inside my "Memory Boxes" you will find...

A penny that was half stuck under my kitchen island for 20 something years and was only released after we remodeled
The Heineken label Pete peeled from his beer and attached to my cup the first night we really hung out, the 1st Christmas Eve's Eve of the many that would follow...Franniversary What!
A note from Whitney from an undisclosed year, but we were obviously young (she signed it "love and stuff" how cute!)
Paper bag puppets I made with Rylee
Plane ticket to Spain
The beer cap from the first beer I drank as a 21yr old which I bought from a crack gas station called "Lay Lows" in Orlando before a football game
A Christmas present tag with a special hand written note from my Dad from 2000
Plane ticket to LA
My UCF graduation tassel
My original drawings and other 1st versions of my tattoo
A paper fortune telling folding game thingy (do those have an official name?) that Todd and Pete made in college, including such fortunes as "you will get drunk and wet the bed tonight" and my favorite, "you or your girlfriend will find a pot of gold at the end of their vagina"
Shelby LuLu's doggy tag
A rose bud from the bouquet my dad gave me for my 18th birthday
A magnet of The Californian Raisins sitting on a couch from my Grandma's fridge (do yourself a favor and actually click that link, TRUST)
A note from my mom she wrote while bored at the Doctor's office which reads like a high school homeroom note to a friend
A thousand birthday cards
A penis straw from my sister Coral's bachelorette party

Just to name a few....

I feel stupid talking about this as if I'm the first to own a Memory Box...everyone must have them...right? Or am I weird?

Aren't you happy I skipped all the "OMG I haven't blogged in ages and Wah wah wahhh I haven't really been busy but I'll just say I was because I feel a need for an excuse of non-blogging"? Me too.

Who's this beautiful baby?

2009-11-15T20:35:00.001-08:00

It's me! It's me!

When I was a baby I was nicknamed "Punk Rock Baby" because, well, it's obvious right? I think while pregnant my mom was exposed to too much 80’s rock music, and my hair took note. Sideways, straight up and down, and just about everywhere, my hair was quick to gain quite a reputation. Whenever a kid would spot me and my mom out in public they'd point and shout "Punk Rock Baby!" much to my mother's delight.

As an assignment for school, I have to write about a story from my infancy and so, I chose my hair. With hair this bad ass how could I not? God, I was so hip to the latest fashion trends. Sadly, I don't know if I've ever been since? Guess my fashion career peaked early.

Back to Blogging

2009-11-11T18:20:00.000-08:00

Or so I'm going to try. I'm optimistic, but don't be surprised if i disappear again ~~tomorrow~~ in a couple weeks. Natalie told me I should blog again. And when she was little she threw a butter knife at my head because I wouldn't butter her bagel (or something? I know I totally got that wrong didn't I Nat or Whit?) so, I'm not going to NOT take her advice. You wouldn't either.

I'm going to a wedding next Sat and I bought my dress today. I described this dress in FULL detail to my mother before I realized I could just, I dunno, pull it out of my closet and show it to her? It's purple and satin and...I'm describing it again...when Ta-Da! I have a picture:

I like the dress, but I'm not used to seeing my legs (because I ALWAYS wear pants) so I'm unsure if it's too short or not. Also, my legs are extremely white. See-through white. It's hard to tell from this picture, but they are actually whiter than the rest of my body. Strange but true.

What do I do about this? I could try and lay out in the November sun, it's actually STILL FREAKING HOT around here, but let's face it, I do NOT tan. Sun Shine actually laughs at my skin when it sees it, and if my skin stays out long enough, it makes the Sun Shine angry and so the Sun Shine slaps it around a bit until my skin is a most flattering shade of OUCH. Do I fake tan it? Spray tan it? Work a pair of tan pantyhose Hooters Girl style all night? Or just embrace the lovely glow of my porcelain see-through skin?

Decisions people. Very. Serious. Decisions.

I think I may be dying slightly, but, the weather has been nice.

2009-09-30T18:57:00.000-07:00

Let me set the scene for you: I woke up early last Wednesday morning to the sound of a hurricane outside my window. It might have just been a really strong rain storm, but there's potential the weather man got it wrong, right? Point is it was RAINING REALLY HARD. I got dressed for school, sat around a little before I left, hoping maybe the rain would stop a little but it didn't (asshole) and so umbrella in hand I ran through our yard ankle deep in rainwater. I get to the car, throw my backpack in the back, sit down in the front seat, reach outside and twist around to close the umbrella and KABAM! break my back. Pain, very very bad pains shooting up my back that would not stop.

And haven't stopped.

I can't breath, I can't lay in bed (so I can't sleep), can't walk upright, it's basically the most excruciating pain that has ever walked this earth (not to be dramatic or anything). And seriously? Because of pulling an umbrella into my car? How lame is that!? If I break my back I'd at least like there to be some kind of thrilling story attached to it, ya know? Maybe like, lifting three kids in the air with one hand to save them from ravage tigers or something? People would believe that, I'm actually deceivingly strong (no). It's been a week, and it's just as bad tonight as it was the first night, and I don't know how to fix it. And P.S. taking five Ibuprofens at once doesn't help.

But on the plus side the weather has been glorious lately, and somehow that takes maybe just like 1,000,000th of a fraction of the pain away, so hopefully more nice weather is ahead.

Killing Time no seriously how do I Kill the Time?

2009-09-28T16:19:00.000-07:00

Holy Crap Balls you guys, I am SO. BORED.

SO bored.

Let me first say that it's been about a month since I started school, and class after class I seem to be falling more and more in love with Occupational Therapy and I am SO glad to have found this career, and SO SO glad to be on my way to being out of the pharmacy FOR GOOD. The drugs, and the druggies, and the drugs, and the UHHGHGH. Ugh.

But, my new schedule has left some gaps in my days. Basically when I don't have school work to do I kinda stare at the wall and repeat whattodowhattodowhattodowhattodowhat...to....do until my eyeballs start to hurt because they're all dried up because they haven't blinked in like five minutes and so I decide to go eat some cookies and watch Hoarders. Should I like start scrap booking or crocheting or some crap? I'm really not used to free time, so how do I fix this problem my friends?

I guess I could like blog or something....hahahahahah! Who I am kidding? My blog has basically been really really depressed lately, it doesn't want to talk to any other blogs and it feels all self conscious because it's posts are few and far between and the posts that HAVE made their way out onto the Internets have been sliiightly on the half-assed side. Poor thing. I should bake my blog some cookies or somethingHEY! that'd take up some time, maybe I'll do just that. OrI'lljustgowatchHoarderswhatever.

Finally

2009-08-31T17:34:00.000-07:00

It finally FINALLY came. My first day in the OTA program.

Last night I had the 1st day of school jitters, something I don't think I've had since...? high school maybe? I woke up several times through out the night, and even had a dream that I woke up late and missed all my classes. I WAS PISSED! I cried and screamed because I missed all my classes and my life was OVER and then I woke up and was so happy because IT WAS ALL A DREAM! I DO have class today! And then I laughed at myself for being such a nerd and went back to sleep.

Getting ready for the first day of school just felt so different than any of my other years of college. Actual excitement and enthusiasm. Who would have thunk it? I packed my EIGHT huge books into my overstuffed rolly backpack (backpack awareness people!) grabbed my cup of coffee, let my mom take a "1st day of school" picture of me in front of the swings where Rylee always has her picture taken because, hey, why not? and was off.

NERD.

The first thing I noticed when I walked into class were the words "Welcome OTA class of 2011!" written in different colored chalk, and it was something about the way the teacher used different colors for each word that made me feel like I was really in the right place. Like this will really be the perfect profession for me. Sounds lame, but it's true.

Most of the day we just went over the program, we did the general "what's your name and tell me something about yourself" and we also explained why we decided to go into Occupational Therapy. Everyone in the class seems really passionate about helping people, about making a difference, and overall, everyone just seems really....happy.

Then during our break the second year students threw a surprise lunch, and walked around talking about the program and giving us "tips" on the first year. Apparently the next semester is going to be brutal, with five classes and three labs for a total of eight classes in one semester. Their "tip"? STUDY. HARD. LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT. It's intimidating, but not discouraging and I say BRING IT.

We had another short class after lunch and then that was it, we were done with our first day in the program.

I feel even more excited now then I did yesterday, I'm eager to learn, and even more eager to pass the national exam and start practicing professionally.

It's just...good. Very, very good. :)

My Mom's on Facebook

2009-08-28T17:56:00.000-07:00

It is true my dear friends.

Initially she signed up because my sister would have new Facebook pictures of her and her husband's crazy travels (what up Coro and Tonro!), and I would have to sign in each time for her to see them.

But now I think she's going to be a regular Facebooker.

I helped her sign up, helped her enter her email and create a password, and then Facebook suggested a few friends for her based on her email address and, when the results appeared, she nearly fell out of her seat. "HOW DOES IT KNOW WHO I KNOW!? HOW DOES IT KNOW WHO I KNOW?!??? OH MY GOD!!! I went to high school with her! That name sounds familiar who is that guy...oh yeah! We dated! ahahahaha!!"

It's the Future... the Internet knows all!!

So she uploaded a picture, sent out some friend requests, and accepted some requests from others. Notice my use of the word "some" I italicized it so, ya know, you should have. She seems a little more than hesitant to accept some friend requests from those she only kinda knows. Or to be more specific: "ooh no one likes that woman, why did she request me, I don't want her on my page!" Snobby Facebooker my Mother.

Now every so many minutes she tells me how many more friends she has....she's up to 11....look out Internet...here comes WANDA!

....hi?

2009-08-27T19:53:00.000-07:00

So yeah. I haven't been blogging. Like, at all.

I don't know, all I can say is it was just one of those things where it gets to an awkward point where you don't feel like you can just jump in again...like when you make a stupid lie, like say for instance So and So is like "hey have you seen fill in the blank movie?" and you're all "yeah I've seen that!" and then they're like "didn't you love the part where bla bla bla and bla bla?" and you're like "yeah! That was hilarious!" and it goes on for a little bit, and then you're stuck having to continue telling this stupid-doesn't even matter-lie because it's been too long, but you don't even know why you lied about it in the first place and you know that you're going to have to admit it at some point and feel totally douchey? Yeah I guess it's like that. I tried to restart this blog a few times, but every post just wasn't First Post After A Month worthy, and so the void continued.

I love how I'm making such a big deal out of this...don't you? YOU DO.

Anyways I'm here!

Um, class starts Monday..... MONDAY!!! And I bought all 540 dollars (yes FIVE HUNDRED AND FORTY DOLLARS) worth of my 8 books and I've browsed through them all like several times and I'm just OOH so excited! This also means that my time at the fartmacy (wow that totally was not funny) will be limited and OOH more excitement! And fun things are going to happen soon like football games (um GOING to football games, not watching them on TV, because? booooring) and Rylee's gymnastic meets, and um...fall shows!!

So yeah, happiness all around... sprinkles and kittens and la la la....and I've finally blogged and although it wasn't great, it was something right? Now, if I could only admit to So and So that I haven't in fact seen that movie....

BEHOLD

2009-07-21T18:14:00.001-07:00

Pool Beer Pong Floaty Thing!!

A post just to post

2009-07-20T18:31:00.001-07:00

I've been gone from this here blog for a while...don't know what that's about. Every time I try to write something it comes out smelling of poo. And really that's not something I'd want you to encounter, so, you should thank me.

You're Welcome.

I had a fun weekend! Pete and I drove down to see Whitney and her Toddest and it felt REALLY REALLY REALLY good to be there, and GAWD did it make me miss living close to them. Todd created a pool beer pong table in the few hours before we arrived, and we played beer pong in their White Trash Bithlo Pool (their words!). It was fun, but I don't have the magic drinking powers I once had (college) and unfortunately I still have the same beer ponging powers (which means I lose. Every time.) and therefore drank...... a lot. Or maybe a little but a lot for these days. So to sum up my story, forty minutes later Pete peeled my sleeping face off the toilet seat and dragged me to bed. Two minutes went by and I found my head once again in the toilet, this time throwing up. HILARIOUS I KNOW! And Whitney is such a sympathetic friend because she decided it would only be nice to throw up as well just to make me feel better (THAT'S why you threw up, right Whit?) except she threw up in the middle of the night, but peaches to pears my friends (wait, that's totally not the right saying is it? apples to oranges? sticks to stones? apples to apples!?) and suffice to say we were both hurting a little bit in the morning. But I'd go back and re-do the entire night, pukies and all, because it was great to be around those two.

And now I'm going to slather my feet in lotion because they along with my hands are feeling really dry and nastay right now, and then I plan on watching The Tudors and going to bed. Thrilling I know.

And off I go...

2009-07-06T18:11:00.001-07:00

I want to savor this moment. This time I am new to the world of Occupational Therapy, and blissfully ignorant and curious all at the same time. I've been reading anything OT I can get my hands on, any videos I can find online, any blogs, any anything. I'm really excited about starting school and about having this new chapter begin.

I wish more people knew what Occupational Therapy was though, that definitely takes away from some of my high points, because people don't really understand what I'm going to do. It's not a commonly recognized profession. It's annoying to try and sum up Occupational Therapy, because the therapy is so broad, reaching so many different individuals, with so many different situations.

However I think this passage is the best explanation I've found so far.

"Everyone has a defining moment, when the things we take for granted can't be counted on anymore.

Suddenly, your parents are facing changes because of aging and can't do what you have watched them do all their lives. Your child, so beautiful and perfect since the day he was born, is frustrated and acting out because he can't do the seemingly simple things the other children at school can do. You or your spouse, coping with a debilitating illness or the results of an accident, realize that you are not what you once were and may never be, again. Suddenly, you or people you love can't do the things in life they need or want to do.

Occupational therapy is for individuals of all ages-to identify and improve skills that help people perform daily tasks at home and at school, at work and at play. Occupational therapy is really about helping people do what they need to do, what they want to do, to help them succeed in everyday life. Occupational therapy practitioners make a difference in people's lives-the kind of difference that makes a patient look them in the eye and say, 'You have given me my life back.'"

Yes, I like. I likey a lot.

I'm so anxious for this school year to begin. It won't start until the end of August! That's way too long people!! What am I going to do with myself?

I GOT INTO THE OCCUPATIONAL THERAPY ASSISTANT PROGRAM!

2009-07-02T15:07:00.000-07:00

REJOICE REJOICE REJOICE!!!!!

Yes. It is true my friends. I have been accepted and this fall I start my classes. I can hardly believe it, I'm so excited. I had a certain papers to fill out, and papers to get mailed to various places and even though I had ten days to do it, I did it all the very next day. If you know me, you would know that getting things done any day BEFORE the last day before it's due is incredible. SO. EXCITED.

I actually found out a couple days ago, but I've been busy trying to acclimate to my new living situation, so I haven't blogged. Lazy blogger! Lately all I've been doing is playing HGTV diva for realz. I tore up my carpet in my room and stained the wood underneath. This is of course AFTER I painted the room, and all the furniture that will go it it, but BEFORE I made my headboard, which hopefully will look AWESOME.

Today I've been trying to sort out all my things, and holy crap, I have a lot of things. Things EVERYWHERE. Stupid things, things no body should keep longer than...well longer than ever having them. Admittedly most of these things are weird gifts I've been given, or birthday cards, or other THINGS I feel guilty throwing away. So instead they just transfer from box to box, closet to closet, until....I die I guess? Who knows.

Anyways a couple of hours ago I was putting away a box of these things, jumping up on a stool and lifting this box of things into my closet when I saw something brown fall from the box and land on my chest. I looked down and IT WAS A FREAKING SPIDER!!! ON ME! So, of course I freaked the freak out and jumped off the stool, dropped the box, ran out of my room and stripped out of my clothes (who wouldn't). Then I tip toed back into my room looking for this asshole who by now was probably hiding somewhere waiting to attack me again later, (probably in mid sleep) when I looked down at the mess I'd created and saw it. "oh." I said.... "Oh." because...well because I'll just show you it:

Yes, that's right. A PIECE OF STRING. I freaked out, dropped my box and E V E R Y T H I N G in it because of a piece of string. Now I have this to clean up...

FUN!

Um, and in other news...we have been having AWESOME sunsets here in The House of the Lees. One of the many benifits to living on a Florida marsh. Check out this one from last night:

WHAT?! And just when you thought it couldn't get any prettier, it got dark out and the sky turned colors again:

Love it. Love summer. Love the fact that I'm in the OTA program, even love how ridiculous I acted over a piece of string. Things are good.

Next goal in life, learn the Hammer Dance

2009-06-24T18:23:00.000-07:00

In Spain one of the things I found most fascinating was the phenomena of genie pants. These are just that, GENIE PANTS, and we saw them EVERYWHERE (well everywhere there were Euro-Hippies). I found these pants to be hilarious, and it was an ongoing joke between my family through out the trip, announcing and pointing every time we saw them in public, and sharing a good laugh. Then things got interesting when my mom decided she'd like to buy a pair. To take home, and wear. Not only did she want genie pants, but she wanted tie-dye genie pants. She bought them and I laughed, and I still laugh every time she wears them and she INSISTS that I do this only because I am extremely jealous of her genie pants and because I want a pair so badly of my own. Who knows, maybe in the back of my mind I really DO want a pair of genie pants, maybe I want them so bad, but I just can't admit it to myself? Maybe I am in Denial of the Genie Pants? Maybe I'll never know. I know I did try them on though, and I've never felt more naked in a pair of pants before. Like NOTHING touches your body, it feels pretty weird. Did make for one fun photo shoot with my sisters though.

BEHOLD THE GENIE PANTS IN ALL THEIR GLORY!
Make sure you don't stare directly at the genie pants, or they will put your in a mystifying trance!

Anyways, my mom has these pants on tonight, and we tried to educate her on MC Hammer, because he himself loved those genie pants, more than anyone should EVER love genie pants, and she DIDN'T KNOW WHO HE WAS! So I pulled up a video for her but instead of a music video I pulled this one up. And I really wish I could have been involved in this because the dance look like so much fun.

So much fun I wouldn't even complain about wearing the Genie Pants.

Time between classes that should be spent studying...

2009-06-22T07:08:00.001-07:00

Holy Flippin' Crap people, I just took my anatomy lab final and it was brutal. Parts of the brain look a LOT different when they are not all color coded in a very clear diagram and are instead laying there in front of you in the FLESH. Real brains! All I could do was look at them and hear a zombie voice moaning "braaaiiiinnnns"....yum.

Anyways, I'm all moved out, and all moved in, sort of. Boxes, and bags, and CRAP is just EVERYWHERE over at my mom's and I basically have to make a zig zag walking pattern to get anywhere in the house. It will most likely stay like this for a while, or at least for this week considering I don't plan on making much ground because I have too much school stuff to try and concentrate on. Try and concentrate on.

Anyways, oh wait I already used an "anyways" in this post, this post is basically just piles of crap for you to read, sorry about that. Seeing how classes are almost over, I'll be finding out soon whether or not I get into the Occupational Therapy Assistant program. Do me a favor and close your eyes now and visualize seeing a post on this blog in the next couple of weeks that reads "I GOT INTO THE OCCUPATIONAL THERAPY ASSISTANT PROGRAM!!! REJOICE REJOICE REJOICE!!!", because believe me any little thing will help. I'm trying not to stress too much about it, and instead just focus on getting good grades in my classes, but, I NEED TO KNOW ALREADY!

Oh, Frustration how you taunt me.

End of the dance year means....Recital!

2009-06-14T20:52:00.001-07:00

The recital was this weekend and I have to say I am quite pleased with how it all turned out. I questioned whether I wanted to teach several times through out the year, and yes, at times it was frustrating, but being there at the recital and seeing how far the girls have come made me feel all squishy. Squish squish. They worked really hard and I'm really proud and feel like I really accomplished something...it was a challenge at times, but I think it was all worth it in the end. Who knows, maybe I'll teach again next year!

Back stage with (some of) the girls...aren't they lovely?

"Crazy Little Thing Called Love" Tap Dance
(I don't know why but this video might get stuck, just skip ahead a little bit and it should keep going)

"I Miss You" Lyrical Dance

It's been a weird day

2009-06-12T13:47:00.000-07:00

I spent five hours this morning being chauffeured around in a weird smelling minivan driven by a friendly Indian man who doesn't speak that much english handing out pharmacy business cards to random kwiki mart convenient stores.

Then I drove my boss' car to the dealership so it can get a scheduled check up and I've been here in the waiting room for an hour already and I've just been informed I have another hour to go.

This is all normal stuff right?

Can I get a Hallelujah!

2009-06-11T22:59:00.001-07:00

Success! Poopy Pony Purple is Perfect (say that five times fast)! I'm really happy, and I'm also done with painting for at least the next five years. So, if you have plans to paint in the near future 1. Good Luck with the color choice, buy a sample first! and 2. Do NOT call me or I may come over with a loaded paint roller and roll a nice strip of paint ON YOUR FACE.

Mom helped big time today. She had the idea for mixing the paint, helped me mix and clean the rollers, and painted the majority of my room....love my Mama!

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So the last day we can be in our place is this Thursday. I haven't started packing yet. It's okay though, I only have the recital this weekend, a lab quiz on Monday, an exam on Tuesday, another exam on Wednesday, and a paper/project due on Thursday, so I obviously have more free time than I know what to do with right now....yeah....some how I need to get through all of that, work, and move into the new place.

What is that? You're dying to know where this fantastic new location I'll be living at is?

.........................My Mom's. Yay for being 25 and living at home, can I get a Woop Woop!

My sister and I really need to save some money, and we're both in school, and we spent half our time over there anyways so....yeah. Back at home. I feel embarrassed, disappointed, and somehow very excited at the same time. I like my Mom's house. I LOVE the yard, and the trees, and our place has just started to feel a little dingy (it very often houses a very, very, funky smell which may or may not be radiating off the funky coach Jaffy bought off Craigslist or it may or may not be coming from the unchanged carpet padding which holds the past owner's dog's smell all up in it). It's going to be a little cramped here, but it's only temporary. I just need to get to a better financial spot and get through school. Both things WILL happen.

Anyways, I have paint on my face, on my shirt, on my pants, in my hair, under my nails and in between my toes and it's 2:30 in the morning and I have to work tomorrow (ugh). So stop keeping me up damnit I have to sleep! Quiet now!

Good Night

So. I repainted.

2009-06-11T14:15:00.001-07:00

In the hardware store where I bought the paint, I agonized over two colors that looked exactly the same except a slight minor difference. One was a little more purple, the other maybe a little more silver purple-blue. About 15 minutes went by and in my head I was spinning, flipping between the two paints that looked exactly the same and was pretty much at war with myself. I didn't want to make another bad decision alone so I called my sister and she drove to the hardware store to help (good sister!). For another 10 minutes we debated the choice, and I think at this point the sales girl was getting more than a little annoyed, although she hid it well and acted patient (but she must have been annoyed because we were annoying, and I was even annoyed at us). Poor Sales Girl.

In a split second change of mind, I went with the purpler one of the two.

I painted for over FIVE hours yesterday, but I got a solid first coat down. How'd the paint turn out? Well, remember when I said I didn't want to pick a light purple because I'd be all "Holy Crap my walls are purple and I feel like a 7yr old girl"? Guess what! HOLY CRAP MY WALLS ARE PURPLE AND I FEEL LIKE A 7YR OLD GIRL!

HA! ha..... ha. (breaks down sobbing)

It's like a princess pony palace in there. It doesn't help that in there I have a tiny bed with a tiny white little girl bed frame and headboard (remnants of Rylee's old room) and unicorn knobs on my closet doors (again, remnants). But seriously, the paint is BRIGHT purple and my room now looks totally slumber party ready. Dig out those sleeping bags!

However.

My brilliant mother had the brilliant idea of combining the Poop Purple with the Pony Purple to create one splendid Poopy Pony Purple! Doesn't sound appealing but I think it might just work. We've done a little mixing on a small scale and I think the choice of 2 parts Pony to 1 part Poop could possibly be something I'll be happy with.

So....

I'm painting AGAIN!

Third time BETTER be the charm. That's all I'm sayin' bout that.

All Kinds of WRONG

2009-06-10T07:59:00.000-07:00

I tried to paint my room last night.

I was all set up. NPR's All Song Considered was streaming from my laptop, my pajamas were on, and I had a fresh paint can at my feet, feeling geared up and ready to paint for hours. Opened the paint can...things looked good...then I put my first strip of paint on the walls and....TA-DA! Poop. It looked like Poop.

Absolutely NO WHERE near the color I wanted. I don't know how this happened? The night before at Pete's I picked out this color from the pile of swatches I had brought along with me. It was between this one and one that looked just looked a little too hued pink. He must have an extremely bright room and I, a dark dungeon of gloom, because the silvery purple I loved so much and so confidently bought first thing yesterday morning looks like sayitwithme POOP. I just don't know what I was thinking? Oh wait, yes I do, "I don't want it too be too light because then I'll wake up and be all 'Holly crap my walls are purple' and I'll feel like a 7 year old little girl". Stupid, stupid me.

"Violet Evening" by Laura Ashely DON'T BUY IT

This is just really frustrating because I have not much time before I need to be out of my house and I wanted to paint while the new room was semi-empty. Twenty-three dollars and one night of perfect painting free time....GONE.

So now here's the question: Do I leave work early today to try and correct this problem and get the painting out of the way so I can concentrate on packing? Or do I work, and paint in bits and pieces around boxes and a huge mess in the room? Decisions!!

Lesson Learned: Don't get deep into a gallon of paint until you have a little bit on your walls. Because if it looks like poop like it does in my case, you'll have a gallon of Poop Paint laying around your house for the rest of you life. AND NOBODY WANTS THAT!

i REALLY should be studying....but!

2009-06-08T07:00:00.001-07:00

Yeah, I'm slacking BIG TIME right now. My exam is in 1.5 hrs annnnd I'm in the library day dreaming about decorating my room.

I'm moving (not very exciting, I'll explain later) and one good thing about this is that I have an opportunity to redecorate my room. My room in the house I'm in now is in sad, sad shape and so I'd like to really start out on a good note with this next room.

I discovered Google's Sketchup yesterday, and that mixed with procrastination created this:

A very rough vision of my plans for my room

I just started learning how to use this program...and this was done in about 45 minutes (time which should have been dedicated to studying.....eh) and the dimensions are WAY off but, it gives a general idea. Basically I want purple/grey walls, white curtains/bedding, black furniture and headboard and olive accents.

I have to do this all on a budget of course....but I think with a little paint I'll be good.

We shall see!

Ok, now that THAT is out of my system I can study now....maybe.

Um so a little thing happened yesterday

2009-06-03T20:49:00.001-07:00

I had just left the Dollar General(one of the most popular spots in all of Flagler Beach)and was on my way to school, driving to "Betty Davis Eyes" and feeling pretty good. Maybe it was the nostalgia of the song, or perhaps my inappropriate excitement for my newly purchased plastic coffee travel mug, but either way, it seemed like I was destined for a good day. As I approached the red light I slowed, but as it turned green I accelerated through the intersection and then HOLYCRAPCARRIGHTINFRONTOFME!!! BRAKE BRAKE BRAKE!!!!!!!! I gritted my teeth closed my eyes and thought "I have a funny accident face expression" and then a split second later "Here We Go" and........smash.

My car (or my sister's car, Hi Coral, sorry I smashed your car!) just kinda rolled off to the side and as I looked in my rear view mirror I saw bits and pieces of the front of the car in the road, laying there sad and broken.

I got out and looked for the other person and it was, of course, an old lady. 85 years old to be exact. She was badly shooken up, but walking fine, and as more people pulled over and rushed up to us, she started screaming "I had a green light!" all wobbly and in Old Lady voice.

Yes, maybe she had a green light, but every person who is GOOD at driving knows that if you are making a left turn and you have a green light, you YIELD to oncoming traffic before darting out into the intersection.

So the cops were called, the car was towed (her's had a dent, and she drove it home), paper work was filled out, and when I got home, insurance company's were called.

What a mess though. I'm glad no one was hurt, it really could have been a lot worse, but seriously? Why? There were like five other cars all going through that intersection with me, why not one of the other ones? Maybe like the big SUV that was in the left lane, a little ahead of me and blocking my view of anyone making a stupid left turn. YOU Mr. SUV must have seen the little lady coming, why didn't YOU brake? You probably just charged it to be a jerk and to reiterate the fact that she shouldn't have been making that turn, but now? I have no car to drive. I'm getting a rental car tomorrow, and hopefully I'll have a better idea of when all this insurance crap will be over, and hopefully the damage isn't too extensive, and hopefully it will be fixed by next week? Hopefully.

******

In a little good news, I got an 80 on my lab midterm and I am VERY happy with that grade. I seriously don't think I can shove anymore body/cell/bone parts in my brain. Space is running out, and it's getting pretty serious. I nearly have phelangies leaking out my ears.

Another exam on Monday, it's never ending! Well, classes end June 25th, but until then it's never ending!

Instant Gratification is my best friend

2009-05-31T19:19:00.000-07:00

Why don't I ever follow my own directions? I am apparently NOT my own boss.

I told myself that today and tonight would be a day and night dedicated to two things and two things only: cleaning the disaster that is my room and studying. Guess how many of those two things I got accomplished? Twozero, zero. I did not clean, and I did not study. How much do I suck?

Instead I slept in, went to a pool with Jaffy and Rylee, took a nap, got a slice of pizza with Heather, went to the new Publix (most exciting event to happen to FB in 50 years) and watched the MTV Movie Awards from bed. That last part I'm most ashamed of. For realz.

Very slugglish day. But! I guess I still have some time left tonight to crack open a book and read a bit, so maaaaaybe I'll just do that.

(No, I won't)

Hi I'm not dead!

2009-05-28T19:28:00.000-07:00

You can all breath a sigh of relief now because I know you've been laying awake at night tossing and turning and worried because I haven't been blogging. Or more likely you haven't even noticed, but that's cool too. Either-or.

I don't know what's been keeping me away but maybe it has to do with the 157 flashcards I've been digesting a day. I got an A on my first anatomy exam though! And class average was 70! And I just had to mention that because I haven't already posted it on my twitter, facebook, and myspace... oh wait, scratch that, yes, yes I have. I also asked people around me in class today how they did on the exam JUST so I could mention my A. Is this very bad? Slightly, okay more than slightly weird? I do not care. "Oh you got a 60? That's not so bad!" Bahahahahah! Oh man, that's a good laugh!(I better not fail the next exam or I'm seriously going to look stupid)

Um other than that..... Nope that's my life right now. And I better get back to it because I cannot even TELL you which stage of mitosis the spindle fibres attach themselves to the centromeres of the chromosomes and align the chromosomes at the equatorial plate! Inexcusable!

Welcome to the Jungle!

2009-05-19T20:08:00.000-07:00

It has been raining here in Florida non-stop, since Sunday. And it is supposed to continue to rain all day tomorrow.

Here's the fun part:

We're moving out of our house in less than one month, and in order to get our deposit back we have to make sure the house is clean, and make sure the yard is picked up. Sounds easy enough right? Well. We also live on the water and with all this rain, the water is currently occupying about ALL of our yard. Last summer this happened after the tropical storms and the water did eventually go away. Eventually as in about a month ago. So, we might be screwed completely with this whole must have the yard looking good and mowed and WHATEVER, unless... we can advertise that it comes with a pool? An above ground pool filled with marsh water and rain frogs? That sounds appealing right?

Speaking of rain frogs, these things are insane right now. Last night I heard one and for a while I was concerned it was my Kitty Bear lost and drenched in the rain. But? it was a frog. People get frog noises and cat noises mixed up right? (yes Jamie, they sure do) Tonight however there are about 50,thousandmillion frogs outside my window and they are LOUD.

I stepped outside and recorded some just for you guys so you would believe me. Listen to this!

Totally ridiculous I know! I feel like I'm in a New Age store browsing their "Sleep and Relaxation" section. All I need's some incense. Any hippies out there?

Bow Chicka Wow Wow

2009-05-18T21:26:00.003-07:00

Anatomy Book or PlayGirl?

You be the judge.

By the way, do you think any women out there actually read PlayGirl?

I may only talk about Anatomy for the next six weeks, and YOU WILL LIKE IT!

2009-05-18T20:36:00.000-07:00

So I started to feel bad about calling that girl a dumb ass so many times in my last post, because really who am I to judge and talk crap about someone I don't even know, this class is really hard, I'll probably (yes, yes I will) have a hard time with it too. Maybe she comes in late to class and doesn't take any notes because she's one of those people who can do that and pass. Good for her!

But then today we had a quiz.

She came late into class, again, stared at the quiz for about twelve minutes, and handed it in...without a single answer written down. Later she admitted that she hadn't cracked the book all weekend.

I don't get this. Really I shouldn't care and it should make me happy because it's one less person I have to worry about...but it bothers me. After class she was considering withdrawing because it was too much for her. She told me that she spent all last semester busting her ass to get all her pre-recs done for the OTA program but that after three days of this class she was ready to quit. I mean, I did bad in plenty a class in my college days, so whatever, sometimes people don't care and that's fine, but she was almost in tears worried and upset because life had done this horrible thing to her. I wanted to scream that maybe she should just, I don't know? try a little bit!? Take a note or two? Come to class on time? Study for the quizzes you KNOW are coming up? But instead I told her the withdraw date wasn't until a few weeks and that she might as well continue in the class to see if it gets easier before giving up. Really if she can't see what the problem is, then she should withdraw.

In other news, I finished choreographing one of my recital dances! Freakin A! Who knew teaching these classes was going to be such stress? Although, really I kinda want to teach again, only because if I don't it could potentially be the first year since I was nine that dance was not a part of my life. I don't think I'm ready for that.

Falling asleep tonight to wind and rain and frogs outside my window. Not too shab.

You said it Whit and other tidbits.

2009-05-17T18:24:00.000-07:00

Whit said it in her post, and I completely relate. Ever since returning to The States (Ohh! How International Traveler am I?!) I feel like I haven't gotten my blogging legs back or something. Writing has just felt well, awkward and forced a bit, and I don't know why. WHY MY FRIENDS....WHYYYYY??? (dramatic fall to the floor)

(Okay I'm back up)

Maybe it takes a few posts to feel normal again, so here goes another one...

I'm taking a break from studying for my first anatomy quiz which is tomorrow. (See that sentence just doesn't feeeel right!) And so far I have all 47 of my anatomical terms down and I only have a few other things left to study, so, Go Me! Woo! I'm trying to approach this whole Being a College Student thing differently this time around, so instead of studying terms where I read the definition and as long as I'm able to recall the first letter of the word I'm good-to-go, I'm actually taking the time to do stuff like spell the words and pronounce them semi-correctly. I know impressive right!

Competition for this program is fierce and I have to make sure I do everything possible to succeed. Which includes weighing out the other prospects. For instance: There's a girl who sits across from me in lab who's trying to get into the program as well, but, she seems like a pretty big dumb ass. I say this because from what I can gather she IS a pretty big dumb ass and hopefully she'll fail. What? Mean? It took her like one solid minute to figure out how to turn on the microscope thirty seconds after someone showed her how to turn on the microscope. It was a knob. You turned. So I know I don't have to worry about her.

Maybe everyone else is a dumb ass like her and I'll be fine? I hope so (watch now I'll probably fail JUST because I called this girl a dumb ass)(but now I won't fail for calling her a dumb ass because I said I would fail for calling her a dumb ass, I put it out into the universe and now it won't come true.....right?).

I better study a little more...

Happy Days are Here Again

2009-05-17T13:18:00.000-07:00

Summer is officially here people! And I cannot be more excited. Check out our 5 day forcast:

A lot of people who live in Florida complain about summer, because it gets Hot As Balls, but you know what I think? I think it gets Hot As Balls in a lot of other states too, and that our Hot As Balls summer isn't as bad because we have the ocean, and! we have Afternoon Thunderstorms.

I love thunderstorms, in the afternoon, in summer, and so I am pretty excited about this.

This season change comes along with a lot of other changes that are happening for me right now, and it seems fitting, New Beginning or some crap. School, work, living arrangements....changes. It's good though, and today I feel excited about them all and not stressed as usual. Maybe I'm high off all the Vitamin D I just soaked in floating around my friend Heather's pool, or maybe I'm getting giddy from the storms, or maybe it's something else, who knows...but I like it and I hope it stays.

I have returned!!

2009-05-14T19:58:00.000-07:00

....I'm back!

....

And I'm feeling all sorts of displaced. Where are all the Spanish people with their shnazy shoes, genie pants and mullets? Where's my tiny coffee, and tubos, and chocolate con churros?!

The ENDING of vacations suck. it. big.

The day I got back, scratch that, the EARLY EARLY MORNING I got back after 20 hours of travel and five hours of sleep, I dragged myself out of bed and went to class. There's been an unexpected normalcy to being a student again and I like it. I am getting a little more nervous about making it into the program though because I keep running into other contenders....but I'm trying to think positive. I have to go back to work tomorrow which is just the worst feeling ever. I feel like I've been gone from work for years. Like, will I remember where everything is, and who is who, and how to work the computer??? Funny how for not one second on vacation did I stop to think about work. Not one itty bitty second. Tomorrow's gonna suck.

ANYWAYS, Spain. Lovely, lovely, Spain. It was so much fun. There's so much to say, so many amazing places we went to, so many weird foods, so many drinks, and laughs, and new experiences, just so many so manys. I went out to dinner with Pete's family last night and I felt like the ONLY thing I could talk about was Spain. Spain Spain Spain Spain Spain. I'd like to do a better post about the trip with pictures and stories and everything, but it might be a while. We have like 5000 pictures between all of us, and just today we started going through them a bit.

The only other thing I can say about the trip at this point is that Coral and Tony were THE BEST, and really out did themselves this time. Those two sure know how to have a good time lemme tell ya.

Eh, I'm so tired, and I don't want to fall asleep because when I wake up it's WORK. How totally LAME. Laaaaaaammmmmeeeee.

Super Secret Spain Post

2009-05-01T18:19:00.000-07:00

HOLA!

Me es having mucho funo in Espana! I've picked up really quick on the language as you can see. In fact today, after asking for another muffin (in Spanish!) the man replied lots of Spanish words at me and in shear panic I tried to tell him I couldn't speak Spanish but instead said "Don't speak Spanish to me!" whoops.

We just arrived in Granada tonight and I am very, very, glad to have ONE place to stay for the next seven days. Don't get me wrong, traveling to different cities is cool, and in Segovia and Toledo we saw really awesome things like midevil castles and crazy cathedrals, but hotel jumping and luggage loading/unloading gets old quick. So does hours of plane/car travel.

I'm really excited to be here too because Granada looks like it should be a LOT of fun. It's a lot more city than I had imagined. Like I was expecting huts or something? Because it's Spain and Foreign Land and I am a dumb American or something? And was afraid I wouldn't be able to buy toothpaste? But no, I was wrong. Fortunately.

Anyways, I'm writing this blog secretively because everyone else in the house is asleep. And I don't know about everyone else but I am a little creeped out. I get to be the lucky one that sleeps on the couch alone and Jaffy mentioned how it smelled really strongly of perfume in her room, and HEARD SINGING (we'll ignore the fact that her room is right above a street for the moment, for the creepy effect) and when she told Coral about it, Coral was totally all "whhat??" like she didn't know where the weird smells and sounds were coming from! And, and!! It's really cold in here with lots of weird noises and it's dark and cold, I know I said that already, but, it's really really....really cold. Eeeerie....

I should be on the couch now waiting for my Tylenol PMs to kick in, but I decided to post because I was tagged by Bex and Whit for a Swine Flu picture blogchain thing. And I'm supposed to take a picture of myself without primping (not cool guys) and load it up and post. When I first read the tags we had just gotten to our second hotel and I was super excited because I had discovered a little patio outside our window and so I had Coral take a picture of me acting, well, super excited. Doesn't quite count because I didn't take it myself, but, I think it will work.

..............Or it won't work. I'm a little Mac computer retarded and can't resize and edit pictures and my sister has a really slow connection, so guess what folks? No dice. Maybe tomorrow when I can have Tony learn me how to use a fancy Mac I'll try again.

I guess this blog was just to say hello then, and to distract me from all the spooooky noises going on right now. What do Spanish ghosts say? What's Spanish for "boo"??

This one's for YOU Buddy!

2009-04-27T08:44:00.000-07:00

1. Totally should be packing/cleaning

2. May slightly be obsessed with Jib Jab

3. More than slightly don't care about Jib Jab obsession.

Work it Girl!

2009-04-26T21:19:00.000-07:00

There aren't many things I will miss while in Spain.

I will NOT miss hearing my alarm everyday at 7 am, 7:30, 7:45, and then finally 7:50.

I will NOT miss wearing scrubs.

I will NOT miss driving to work, or working AT. ALL.

I will NOT miss how tired and grumpy I often am after work.

I will miss my lap top.

I will miss Kitty Bear.

I will miss you too Pete.

And maybe most of all, I will miss seeing this woman who dances on the street I work on, dancing everyday and making me smile. By the way, thanks for those smiles Dancing Sign Lady, you rock my world.

Make sure you continue to do your thang while I'm gone.

Zoo Adventures

2009-04-26T09:35:00.000-07:00

I told myself I would only slack off on the computer until 12:30. It is now 12:3536. Crap.

I went to the Zoo yesterday with Pete, Carly, Don, and Liz. It was good time, lemme tell ya. Side note: it will always be a Fun Adventure going anywhere that combines Liz with many, many, small children and their many, many, small children ears.

Our day started out just fine, but then, three pictures deep into the Zoo Adventure, Carly's camera died. No worries! I had my camera and I was there to Save The Day. But wouldntyaknowit I took one picture and "battery exhausted". GRRRREAT. So all I managed to get out of our Zoo Adventure was one lousy monkey video. That's it! And a couple pictures of some lions sleeping with their backs to us. W-O-W.

I was disappointed, clearly, but! I did learn a whole lot from them there crazy animals which made me smile. I learned that dears pee just like dogs do, and sometimes I see a turtle and think "Look a frog!", and sometimes worm-like-things come out of bird's butts and they like to try and eat it, and monkeys scream just like humans, sit just like humans, and roll their eyes at dumb people just like humans, and Man Oh Man do creatures like to poop! Oh, and one monkey showed us the "Spread Eagle" and went to town on herself. The End!

And that was my day at The Zoo.

Now I have to leave you to do some packing. urgh. I loath packing. What I wish I could do was go on a shopping spree because a big reason why I loath packing, especially for this trip, is because I have ZERO Fashionable American clothes to make me look like a Fashionable American. And I'm afraid people in Spain might confuse me for a Gypsy. A blond Gypsy looking very confused in her worn out flip flops and jeans.

Happy Birthday TonRo!

2009-04-24T20:23:00.000-07:00

It's my brother-in-law's birthday today, and because I am very very broke, I couldn't afford to give him much. However, his greatest goal in life has always been to become a Rhythmic Gymnast, so I thought at the very least I could help his dream become a reality. I choreographed a routine and coached him, along with my sister Coral, for months. As it turns out, Tony has amazing ability as a Rhythmic Gymnast. He's turns aren't the best but his splits are superb!

Watch for yourself:

HAPPY BIRFDAY TONY!!

I'm feeling like complete TERD right now.

2009-04-21T19:41:00.000-07:00

Yeah, that's right, I SAID IT.

I'm uberly stressed out about my recital dances, maybe because they're half made up at best(or choreographed but un-taught) and after tonight's class I arranged an emergency practice tomorrow night to help prepare them because I'm leaving for two weeks and they will miss two practices (or just have them, but without me, ya know, their TEACHER) and so they need to KNOW the choreography so they can practice while I'm gone and so yeah, extra practices and run-on sentences.

POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP.

The thing is I always work best when I'm time crunched. Hardcore deadlines drive me, make me work harder, get my creative juices a flowin', and this is all fine for ME, but the girls need time to get it down and looking good. Because YOU ARE REPRESENTING ME AND MY TEACHERING SKILLZ SO LOOK GOOD DAMMIT! or something like that.

Big Fat Sigh.

Anyways......Go check out this awesome guide Coral and Tony put together for us for our Spain Trip. A warning though, while surfing the site, try not to drool over all The Cool Things I will be doing because you might short circuit your keyboard and then I'll feel bad. And I like to feel good.

Spain is going to sneak up SOOOOOO fast on me because of all this dance worry, and extra practices, and Thursday night TV, and Zoo on Sat, and next thing I know I will be on a plane.

I need to pack!!

P.S. This post makes me sound like a Weirdo.

P.P.S. Oh God! AM I A WEIRDO?!? Why didn't you people tell me?

P.P.S.S. I blame how sleepy I am.

P.P.P.P.P.S.S.S.S. I have no idea if I went through the right progression of P.S.'s. I should go ask Rylee. I bet she'd know. She's like 13 already.

She's growing up so fast...

2009-04-16T15:33:00.000-07:00

Rylee came bouncing into my room a few minutes ago and this was our conversation:

R: "OHMYGOD JAMIE you have to Google "gummy bear song" it is SOOO funny!"

J: "Wait, Google it? Like... wait, what? Have YOU looked this up in Google? You're six."

R: "Noooo, the adults at the gym(child care while my sister exercises, not creepy adults) showed me it! But you have to watch it in Spanish, it is more funny that way"

I was completely thinking I would not actually get anything from this Google search, but low and behold...

R: "Okay, now lets type...BIG GIANT THUMBS!"

J: "Is this another video the adults at the gym showed you?"

R: "No, I just think it would be funny."

The Wild Wild West of Pharmacies

2009-04-15T18:51:00.000-07:00

Wooey Wooey Wooo...Wha Wha Whaa...There's a new girl in town... err I mean, a new technician in our pharmacy.

This excites me greatly.

Mainly because I can feel better about myself, as she is new and doesn't know anything and I know it ALL. Except she does know everything. She's a certified technician, which means she knows useless information such as brand names vs generics, and drug interactions and what the drugs actually do, and how to pronounce them. Again, useless. She seems like a sweet, yet somewhat mousey girl, who's soft spoken and wears the same multi-colored sparkly nail polish as I did in 7th grade. I don't know how I feel about that last one, which may or may not make me a snob.

There is one thing however she is not accustomed to, and she is having a little bit of a hard time adjusting. She's worked at Walgreens for like 8 years or something and she knows all the ins and outs and rules and procedures that must be done with every prescription filled. What she can't get used to is skipping all that crap. The way we work 'round these parts is straight slingin' scripts. Medications take names like "xanie bars" and "blue footballs" and people get in and out of our store FAST. No half hour waits here. She'll have to learn to be tough and yell at people, and learn who owes the pharmacist five dollars from the last time they were here and who has paid him back. Who's a shoplifter, and who might hit on you a bit, and watch out for that guy, he burps a lot.

Really she's nice though, and I hope this works out for her. She was recently laid off from her job at Walgreens and she has a husband and five year old daughter at home who depend on her. In her exact words "A Robot stole my job" and we all know Robots are a very, very, real threat these days. Any day now we could face an attack. Robots are taking small steps towards taking over this planet and apparently they are starting by counting pills and filling our prescriptions. So watch out. Seriously though, it sucks having your job taken away by new technology, machines, or robotsorwhatever, and apparently the staff spends more time trying to clear wedged med bottles out of this machine than they would have filling the scripts themselves. So it's really a PCJSWM (Piece of Crap Job Stealing Waste of Money).

Technology. Who needs it?

Not our pharmacy, we're too cool for that business.

The End.

Oh wait, not The End...

This afternoon I came into my room to find a sticky note stuck upside down to the center of my TV screen. This sticky note read:

"Look-3 small poopies and one that looks like a fish w/ 3 poopies on it-wow it does- quick take a picture of it"

For the next two minutes or so, I searched around the house for three small poopies so I could take a picture of them and their fish-like appearance. After not finding the poopies I called my sister and asked her about the note. She said it was a transcribed conversation between her and my niece earlier in the day...can you guess which one was the proud owner of the fish-like poopies??

Shake off the weirdness and Pete is a Sleep Snapper

2009-04-13T16:35:00.001-07:00

Yesterday afternoon, with the sunshine being as sunshiny as it was, Pete and I decided to play a game of racquetball. Before we even had our rackets out of the bags, the two guys playing in the court next to ours stopped us and asked if we'd like to play doubles. We politely declined, joking that we were so bad they wouldn't even want to play us. Which? For the most part is true. They didn't want to hear a "no", and so they suggested we play a game and warm up, and then they'd ask again.

I like racquetball. I have fun playing racquetball. I do not play racquetball to be competitive, in fact, I laugh when Pete starts to get huffy after bad shots. I'm not a good player, but I like to think I give Pete a little competition to work with. Generally we play to have fun, we laugh a lot, and have a good time.

I really had zero desire to play the two guys next to us. They had stuff on like gloves, which to me, made them look like they knew what they were doing, and that they were not there to have fun, laugh a lot, and have a good time. But before we finished our first game, they asked to play doubles again and because it would have felt awkward and almost rude to say no again, we agreed.

Bad idea.

One of the two guys was of somewhat Latin? French? Something with an Accent descent, and I think he might have been drunk, or maybe that was just his foreign-ness, and right off the bat he started hitting on me. He stood way to close to me when he talked, intruding my comfort bubble and was just being a general Weirdo. We started playing, and I was playing bad. I felt uncomfortable, and couldn't get into it. I hit the ball which shot right back towards me and as I tried to move out of the way, I got SLAMMED into by Weird Foreign Guy. SLAMMED. I didn't quite fall all the way down though, but as I stood up I felt dizzy. "Crap" I thought, "This is going to be embarrassing" because I thought I was about to faint.

I did not faint though. But I was still embarrassed. And my neck suddenly hurt really, really bad.

I told weird Foreign Guy that I was fine, and as he apologized I reassured him I'd survive. We stopped for a couple minutes so I could recoup, and then I felt someone rubbing my neck. WEIRD FOREIGN GUY WAS NOW TOUCHING ME. I looked at Pete and screamed through my eyes WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT STOP! But Pete's eyes told me, THIS IS REALLY FUNNY, HAHAHAH! Great. So when Weird Foreign Guy finally stopped molesting me, I decided I was ok to play again.

They were hitting the ball 100 MPH and I the only thing I was doing was trying to stay away from the ball as not to get slammed and nearly killed again. Weird Foreign Guy tried to make conversation as we were playing, and told me I was a "strong girl" and wouldn't stop apologizing. We played two games, which were very short (we got creamed) and then I said No More. This had been weird enough, I had the hibbie jibbies and all I could do was shake off the weirdness, and call it a day.

I will not play doubles again. EVER.

*******

Last night I had a dream about tap dancing, I was teaching someone a combination and I could hear the Click Click Clicking of her taps as she danced. Then I woke up and the Click Click Clicking continued. I looked over to see Pete with his hands up in the air, snapping his fingers. I sat up a little and said "Why are you snapping your fingers?!" and he? said nothing. Pete is a sleep snapper!

Hop!

2009-04-12T09:28:00.000-07:00

Super Woman

2009-04-07T19:18:00.000-07:00

There is something Very Important I must address before I can start this blog.

HERE.

All I have to say about that is

IWANTTOSQUISHHISFACESHEISBETTERTHANALLTHECATSOFTHEWORLDCOMBINED.

Oh and

SQUISH. HIS. FACE.

Whew! Ok, let's move on.

I was DEAD tired last night, and so at about 10:42 or so, I decided I would go to bed. And go to bed did I! I slept. SO good. And I guess like, getting a good night's sleep makes you smarter and brighter and quicker the next day? Or something? How come they (as in THEY) don't tell you this? Or, I guess I have been hearing this since I was in Kindergarten, but only now do I believe it.

I was on my GAME today. I didn't even know I HAD a game until today. I was slingin' those scripts and holding no prisoners! The pharmacist noticed, he said "coffee must kicked in today" (he's originally from India, so sometimes he leaves out those not-so-important words like "have"... and "please").

My pep even continued into dance class.

I'm trying really hard to start trying in these classes. My throat is so scratchy by the end of my tap class I can hardly talk. And in the later class I tried to be more Authoritative Teacher-y with them, and not spend time answering questions like "Does this shirt make my boobs look big" and "How come you're so skinny but your butt is so big?". And I tried less to talk about "OH MY GOD, go wash your feet! They smellllll!" but that was really hard for me to do in tonight's particular class because OH MY GOD this one girls feet were SO dank, I was nearly gagging. AND SHE WOULDN'T WASH THEM! Even after I asked her nicely, two times! I do not understand this.

Hhalrighty It's nearly 10:42 now, so I better jump right to bed so that I can once again be Super Woman tomorrow.

Sweet dreams!

Being a lazy ass, lazy, lazy, lazy piece of poo.

2009-04-04T14:40:00.000-07:00

That's me! Just waking up from a nap on one of the most beautiful, most glorious days of the year! Napping inside where the beautiful sunshine can't reach me! And wait, it gets better! I wasn't even tired, just bored and unmotivated! Go-Jamie Go-Jamie GO!

I don't know why it's always been in me to procrastinate like there's no tomorrow, or rather, that there are a million tomorrows all better suited for completing the task at hand than today. Today always seems like the worst day to get things accomplished. Things just come up, like...I get hungry, or that show is on TV, or it's raining outside and everyone knows you cannot accomplish a thing when it's raining! or it's sunny outside and everyone knows when there's a nice sunny day you must take advantage of it(by taking a nap inside)! See, it's one very tricky nasty cycle, so it's really? not even my fault.

It just amazed me there is no such pill for this. Someone make a pill for this!

So in other news....I'm going to be a student again! But this time I'm hoping to actually enjoy my classes and do stuff like show up to them and pass them! There's a program here at our local college for an Occupational Therapy Assistant, and even though the program only takes 24 students a year, and it's first come first serve, and I have to take pre-reqs over the summer, I'm pretty optimistic I'll get in. Which makes me reallllly excited. I'm just a liiiiiitle concerned about money though. The schedule I have for my summer classes is less than ideal, so I'm thinking the only job I can fit in with it is one of a Stripper, and we all know I have a strong aversion to sparkly shiny platform high heels...so...that's rules that out. I could continue to work at the pharmacy, as long as he agrees to work with my whacked-out schedule, but I don't think the money would be worth the time. And the thought of no longer working there, not working there at all, makes me pretty gitty inside, so I think it's time to move on.

Anyways I'm really excited about the future job of an COTA. SUPER excited. I think I'll really enjoy it and it will suit me well, and not leave me having anxiety attacks during the day and nightmares about being robbed during the night. I'll actually be helping people who need help, and hopefully actually making a difference in their lives. I'm sick of the pharmacy and the politics and the drugs and the danger and the drug addicts. Time to get out yo! Time to GO!

And I guess it's time for me to GO back to trying to motivate myself to...um...crawl out of bed? Shower? Maaaaybe cook some dinner?

I'm not gonna push myself.

A night of babysitting inevitably led to...

2009-03-30T19:32:00.000-07:00

On a Whim Presents...

Fan Band!

Preforming...

Safety Dance!!

Who's lazy now!?

2009-03-25T19:43:00.000-07:00

Okay you guys. Are we all sitting down? I imagine we would be, because, who stands at their computer? FREAKS. That's who. And everyone here is clearly in the group of non-freaks, because everyone who comes to my blog has good smelling hair and shiny pretty teeth and stuff. ....Where am I going with this?

Let's move on.

Ehem.

I have news. There's been THREE times (including tonight) that I have accomplished a Grand Accomplishment of Unimaginable Feats (or one at least for me). Seeing how I have done this Grand Accomplishment of Unimaginable Feats three times already, I clearly deserve the liberty to talk as if I am a Pro at this, and so, liberty I will take.

What do I do?

You are not seeing things my friends. That IS a bridge. A large one too.

I had a strange urge one day to run it, even though my sister has been running the bridge for like years, and never have I, until last week, felt the urge to join her. I don't know what came over me because I have always loathed running. It was boring and painful and always on the top of my list of Things I Hate the Most. It's always been like that. In elementary school when we would run the mile I would walk it. When it was time for soccer I volunteered to be goalie. Whatever opportunity I found to avoid running, I took.

And that was my philosophy, until last week.

I don't know if it's the iPod, or the nice view, or the cool ocean breeze, or the combination of it all, but OH MAN, I love it. I shift into autopilot and suddenly it's like I'm outside my body, a separate entity, just along for the ride. It's WEIRD. But a good weird.

And I like it a lots.

******

By the way, let's just ignore the fact that I typed this boast of a blog with a mouthful of Sandies Pecan Shortbread cookies and a mug full of milk. While in bed. And there are crumbs still on my shirt. And I think I might eat them too.

What?

Jamie FAIL

2009-03-17T18:22:00.000-07:00

Last night I felt like I sucked at life, and tonight I feel like I suck at dance teachering. I also suck at successfully playing off made-up words like "teachering" as if they are real, and make sense.

I don't know. Classes were frustrating tonight. I don't like choreographing. The girls talk too much. I have a soft voice (apparently) and have to yell. The girls don't move the way I do, and I don't know how to get them to. Is that really what I want though? Why is it so hard for me to count this song anyway, and why is it in sixes instead of eights? Why this song, WHY THIS SONG?!

*******

I have a busy day tomorrow. I'm observing(who and what will be explained soon) and then I have a few not so fun errands. Like getting a copy of my car title and getting my passport.

"Your what-now Jamie? What was that you just said(typed)?!"

Yes, my passport. I'm going to Spain in like six weeks to visit my sister and brother in law(what up Coro and Tonro!) and I don't know why I haven't mentioned that yet but yeah... initiate jealousy in five...four...

Just joking with you.

But for real, it's okay to be jealous. If I were you, and you were me, I would be jealous of you and want to stab you, because it's SPAIN, and you would be going there and I would not be. Except I'm me and you are you, and you are the jealous one.....get it? YOU ARE JEALOUS!

I guess I suck at modestly too.

By the way I like the way Natalie uses a line of stars to change subjects (I'm sure there's some fancy technical term for what that is, but technical words are for the Smart People, and please just smile and nod along with me here, because, these days have been rough) and so I stole it. And will most likely steal it again soon.

Self Inflicted pain is always the best

2009-03-15T11:47:00.001-07:00

Today was supposed to be a day dedicated to cleaning. I had all the gear I needed. Comfy clothes? check. iPod? check. Hair brush to use as microphone to jam out to iPod songs? check. But three songs into my "cleaning" I was dancing around and singing way more than picking clothes off my floor, and before I could even realize what was going on I was in the car on my way to the dance studio.

It's been a LOT harder being a dance teacher than I anticipated. The recital is fast approaching and I really need to get on the ball. Motivation is perhaps the biggest obstacle. I get discouraged, while choreographing, jumping back and forth between loving what I'm creating to hating it and wanting to start all over. I never feel like it's good enough. The lyrical dance is more jazzy than maybe I would have liked, but in my defense I didn't pick the song, and it's not really one you can dance softly to. At this point I just need SOMETHING to work with, and hopefully it will look good by show time.

More than wanting to practice these dances, I went to the studio for myself. I really miss having dance class. Teaching is okay, but I don't get to dance much and really push myself like I used to. Today I think I pushed myself a little too hard. I worked on the tap routine first, and then skipped to the lyrical. I did the dance several times, and THEN decided I should video tape it. Bad idea. I was SO tired and sweaty and shaky at that point, and for some reason the dancing you do never comes across as strong on video. But somewhere in all that dancing I hurt my back. Now I feel like I'm 83yrs old and I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. It's always worse the next day. But, I did finally satisfy my craving for a good dance workout, so, at least I accomplished that.

Now if I could only work on the cleaning part...damn you pile of laundry! Your day will soon come!

My face is heavy.

2009-03-14T18:25:00.000-07:00

There's a cat meowing outside my window right now and it is not Mr. Hobbs. Perhaps a lover of his?? This cat meowing, and the potential for some kitty love scandal, is about the peak of my thrills this evening. That says a lot doesn't it.

I'm having a lame Saturday night. I haven't had a lame Saturday night in a while and I really don't miss it. Earlier today I took one extremely excited Rylee over to Pete's house (for the first time!) to hang out by the pool and watch a movie. This was all good and fun and lalala but when I got home I crashed...hard. I took an hour long nap that I had a very hard time waking out of and ever since I've felt like my body weights 1000 pounds and every movement requires way more effort than necessary. I'm freakin' beat and I don't know why. I've also been fighting off a very weak strain of cold-or-something for the past week or so. Maybe this cold-or-something is the culprit. Either way, meh.

In addition to the above, Whitney text me saying that her and Todd wish I was around to share a few beers with and watch Flight of the Conchords. OH do I wish I could be there! The four of us (Pete, me, Whit, Todd) used to spend every Saturday night together. Drinking, laughing, not doing much of anything, except enjoying each other's company. The picture above is from like what 3? 4? years ago?? Crazy. There's a LOT I miss about those days, but a LOT more that I don't miss. What I know for sure is that I miss my best friends. I miss them! It sucks being so far away. Somebody needs to hurry up and invent some form of super quick travel. Why can't we teleport yet?! What kind of cruel world is this???

I'm off to scrounge for some Girl Scout cookies and to park myself on the couch. I'm sure I'll be asleep by 10:00.....lame!

Just an average Monday until....

2009-03-10T18:30:00.000-07:00

How's YOUR work week going? Fantastic you say? HOW GREAT FOR YOU.

How's my work week going you ask?

Well...

Monday morning at about 11:35ish or so, I was putting away the potassium 10meq bottle when CRASHBOOMLOTSOFLOUDNOISE!!!!!!!! Instantly after hearing the explosion I was ready for wheverthehell was going on. I thought The Shit Was Going Down, and I was ready. I was expecting to see ninjas falling from the hole in the ceiling they had just created, when I looked towards the front of the store and instead saw a big hole/dent in our door/wall. Someone had RAN THEIR CAR INTO THE FRONT OF OUR STORE. Their car. Into our store. The two people inside the car got out, and thank GOD they were okay, because I was not ready to see two bloody dead people that early in the morning. I can't say that I'm ever ready to see bloody dead people but still, I haden't even finished my coffee! The front of our store has to be replaced. The door, the wall, the everything. Apparently this guy's car did 48,000 dollars worth of damage to our building.

There was a guy in our store at the time paying for his scripts, and he was without a doubt, freaked the f*ck out.I felt bad for him. It didn't help that in the seconds that followed the crash, the pharmacist (I suppose also thinking The Shit Was Going Down) pulled out his gun and pointed it at the front of our store, and the guy at the register window was all "Don't shoooot!" "What's going oooonnn!!". Yeah, freaked the f*ck out.

It was a weird day from that point on. We were still working like it was a regular day, but just a day where a car runs into your building and you have no door on your store and the wall is busted and police, lawyers, and building inspectors all come to visit.

Today we got a new temporary door for our store, but we're unsure of when the rest of the work will be done. Legal crap. The guy is disabled and was driving an unfamilar stick shift and....doesn't have insurance. So, he will most likely be in jail soon. But without the insurance it's a battle of who will have to pay for all this crap, and I feel like this might take a while.

In more postive news, I have to say I am enjoying all the new daylight filtering in through our fluorescent pharmacy....

Hi Mom!

2009-03-03T20:48:00.000-08:00

Email from my sister Coral tonight:

hi j-ro, i showed mom your blog, you have been warned... she was so funny, she's like, "blob what? no, i wasn't invited." then she wanted to know how you earn points on the blog since some entries had points and then you got an award... ha!

Ohhh mother, you are so un-blogucated. I will teach you. You will learn.

Mondays are so NOT my bff.

2009-03-02T17:10:00.001-08:00

Holy crap you guys, my day was INSANE.

From the very second I walked in the door until the very second I left, I was busy. Busier than busy. Busy where your head is spinning and all you want to do is scccrrreeeeaaammm! Busy where you can't remember was just happened two seconds ago, because you already are trying to remember what you're supposed to be doing that second. Busy where you wish the correct procedure for filling prescriptions was chucking the med bottles straight at the patients faces because really, this would be a LOT faster, and totally stress relieving, so, everyone wins.

Our phone was ringing NONE STOP, all. day. long. Every manufacturer stopped producing oxycodone and now we have like half a million "dope heads" (as the pharmacist calls them) knocking down our door (and our phones) to try and find some. As soon as the first words come out of their mouth we know the answer to their question, but we can't be rude because they could get mad and come rob us or shoot us to pieces or something, so instead we have to wait patiently for them to put words together and form sentenses (this can be VERY hard for some) before we tell them "no, we don't have them". This, all in the middle of trying to take care of the people who are actually waiting on you to fill their prescriptions. It was just too much.

My chest started to feel so tight, like one huge air bubble was caught somewhere, and I started taking slow deep breaths to ease it, but? I COULDN'T TAKE DEEP BREATHS. The breaths I took were all shallow, and sad, and pissed off at the world, and just making things worse. Even the pharmacist said he "felt like he took a deep breath in, and never let it out". Anxiet attack anyone? Lemme tell ya, not much fun.

So now I'm home, and tired as all crap, and dreading teaching dance tomorrow because I really need to make up more choreography for their recital dances, but I had a stressful day dammit and just want to relax with some wine and some Pete, and so, THAT is exactly what I will be doing tonight. So there.

Have the last few days sucked or not sucked? A personal reflection by Jamie

2009-02-23T17:36:00.000-08:00

I had to wake up early on Saturday and drag my sorry ass to work. I do this every Saturday, but still. I think my body knows it is the weekend because it's always all "What's wrong with you woman?! Go back to bed! I hate you!" but I never listen to it (like I should) and instead I walk into work with sleep globs in my eyes and pillow creases on my face.
Points awarded: -22

However my day wasn't long. My boss let me leave an hour early, because I made a delivery after work on Friday. I practically skipped out the door.
Points awarded: 57

The Hobbs-fest that led to my itchy eyes and allergy attack Friday night, also led to a nasty stye. But I still love you my Noodle Kitty Bear Love Monkey (feel free to slap me right now) and I will continue to pet you until styes engulf my entire face, and even then I'll still love you.
Points awarded -10 but +10 because again, Kitty Kitty Smoosh Smoosh

Pete and I went out to St. Augustine Saturday night, we had dinner at this restaurant in the woods, which had a fire pit linned with baskets of marshmellows and long sticks (!!!) in the center of the deck. Then we went downtown to listen to a jazz band, which I don't know jazz very well, but these guys were just a liiiiitle off timing with one another, but maybe that's how jazz is? Nonetheless, LOVED IT. Very very much so.
Points awarded: 1534

Was extremely grumpy and lazy Sunday.
Points awarded: -9

Mom forced me to be productive and ~~watch~~ help her change the flat tire on my car. A car which is currently growing a small forest on it's hood thanks to it's stationary stay in my mom's driveway for the past month and a half or so (been driving sister's car). We then went to Tire Kingdom to fix flat tire, and to change sister's car's oil.
Points awarded: 78

On our way to Tire Kingdom we saw a horrible horrible horrible car accident happen just a few seconds in front of us. When we passed the scene the dust was still in the air. Still can't shake the image of the bodies I saw, I just hope hope hope they were okay (even if only in the most modest sense of the word).
Points awarded: -989

Lazed around on the couch all Sunday night with sister and Pete.
Points awarded: 37

Woke up today to return to the work week without coffee to brew.
Points awarded -12

Made a bank deposit on lunch break and saw Miss 1992 Bangs Lady. Imagine this but like one millionty time worse. Seriously, this woman looks like she has a hair woven loofah on top of her head. It's fascinating.
Points awarded: 100

Final score: 774 Looks like the past few days have not sucked. This is good.

I'd like to nominate...

2009-02-22T18:26:00.000-08:00

This afternoon something incredible happened. I won an award. No, really I did! Jules from Mean Girl Garage gave me the "Your Blog is Fabulous!" award, and after realizing my victory I squealed like a 13yr girl for about 45 seconds straight. Thank you Jules! I'm so flattered that a. you read my blog in the first place and b. that you would think it's worthy of an award. I feel so warm and fuzzy and special and gushy and good. Very good!

And in honor of Oscar Night, I give you, my acceptance speech:

First and for most, I have to thank God. Because, that's always who people thank first, right? Ok, so yes, thank you God for giving me fingers to type and thoughts to type about. Second, I'd like to thank my lap top. Lap Top you have given me hours and hours of indescribable entertainment, procrastination, and inspiration. You've always been there right by my side, through thick and through thin, and, you keep my lap warm. So thank you. I'd like to thank my readers. I don't know why you read my blog, but I think it's pretty freakin' cool, and every time you leave me comments my heart multiplies a couple sizes and angels get their wings. But most importantly, I have to thank all the bloggers out there, in this vast blogosphere, for being a great support, and providing endless laughs, and for giving me the comfort of realizing maybe I'm not too wierd after all. Thank you.

The ten blogs I nominate are as follows:

The Daily Grein
An Enigmatic Enumeration of Events
The Everyday Adventures of Me in the City
Chickbug
Your Wishcake
Miss Musing
Wutang
e.b.'s world
Face of the Cookie
Relish

You must nominate ten blogs, link their blogs, and mention my blog in order to receive the award!

Allergies are FUN.

2009-02-20T19:36:00.000-08:00

I can't stop itching my eyeball. It's red and swollen and....itchy. I've been sneezing on repeat for a solid hour and I sniff about every .45 seconds.

The culprit?

I may or may not be allergic to cats. I don't know, maybe I am? Growing up we always had cats and they always triggered my itchy eyes and sneezy nose, but I just assumed they did that to everyone. Don't they? Maybe the people who feel they are not allergic to cats, haven't stuffed their faces in the underbelly of a furry kitty long enough.

I'm telling you, it's worth it.

So I guess that's another factoid about me, I am allergic to cats. Thrilling.

Another factoid? I have had "We Build This City" stuck in my head for about....a year or so. I can't even tell you the last time I actually heard this song, but every so often I start singing it and it always surprises me. I never see it coming. Before that it was "What's Love Got to do with It" (I totally have no idea what get's capitalized in that title) which was in my head for like two years or something crazy. Is having a song stuck in your head that long even possible? I don't know but that's the only way I can explain it.

At least the song is BAD ASS. Just like the video.

***Update: I'm thinking that by listening to this song, and laughing very hard at the video, I will unstick it from my head. Which almost makes me a little sad.

Ramble Ramble Ramble....The End

2009-02-08T20:08:00.000-08:00

It's Sunday night, where did the weekend go? Wait, did I have a weekend this weekend?

I swear five minutes ago I was just leaving work.

Weird.

A few fun things did manage to happen in my small five minute weekend however, so I can't really complain. I went to a surprise birthday party last night, my first ever surprise party, which apparently, surprise parties? such unreasonable amounts of anxiety on my part. All....the....antici.....pation! Couldn't handle it. But it was fun. Best part of the night had to be sucking the helium out of the balloons. I don't care how old you get, sucking helium never, never gets old.

As Carly and Pete demonstrate here:

Then today I played a game of racquetball with my mom, which was a lot of fun, and pretty funny. Pete and I played racquetball last weekend, so hopefully this will become a routine weekend activity for me because I'm liking it quite a bit. Even though I am not super excellent at it, and, as Pete and I observed in our first game, tend to run around the racquetball court like Phoebe. What? I'm a dancer, I do not run, I gracefully move about it creative dance patterns which just so happen to somewhat resemble the look and feel of shear panic. I find it to be one of my most attractive features actually.

GAWD I am feeling so LAAZY right now. I hate it. Even this sad excuse for a blog post is nearly too much activity. My thoughts and my brains are so scattered right now, I have no idea what is going on. I have so many things to do before the night ends and I don't think I'll accomplish them all. I need to: iron my scrubs, hang some clothes up, pre-set coffee maker (so I can save .2 minutes in the morning), brush my teeth and wash my face! So many things!! I mean, it might take like ten minutes to do all that!

And then I'll go to bed, wake up, and freakin' go to freakin' work.

I am SO over working in a pharmacy. SO. OVER.

I have a slightly major plan brewing in my head though, so, might not work in said pharmacy for too much longer. Then all those screaming voices in my head will finally quiet. Sigh.

Alright, time to get motivated and wash my face. Ehk, the energy!

I DO daydream about punching small animals! I guess it's "time"?

2009-02-02T21:20:00.001-08:00

Wow. Going back to work after a fun weekend really sucks it big huh.

My Monday was crap, but I've already vented the story of my day (which was crap) to my mother, my sister, and my boyfriend, so I guess I can spare my blog. Lucky you!

You owe me one.

I thought about this commercial a lot today:

I think it's really funny, borderline seizure inducing, and a little depressing; seeing how I relate a little too much to that lady in the car...did I mention my day was crap?

This is paradise for many, but for me, it's just home.

2009-02-01T08:16:00.000-08:00

It's easy to take some things for granted when you're given an unlimited supply. For me, it's living in a Florida beach town. Every single day I see the ocean, on quiet nights or mornings, I can even hear the waves breaking on the shore. It's only about a five minute walk from my house to the beach, and usually you'll only share your space with a few people, at most.

And yet, I hardly take advantage of it. I guess I feel like it's always going to be there, so most of the time it goes unnoticed, unappreciated and unused.

Lately I've been trying to step back, and see everything without my unappreciative goggles. Trying really hard to lift the cloud of familiarity, and see the beach as if I was looking for the first time, every time I look.

And so far it's been working.

I am very grateful to be one of the lucky few who live every day, in paradise.

Alarms, dishes, and Dave.

2009-01-30T06:10:00.000-08:00

So I woke up this morning, surprised that it was still earlier than my alarm time of 7:20, and looked at my phone which read: 8:07. WHAT THE HELL. I use my phone as an alarm, and it says the alarm is on, so my only guess is that I slept on my phone all night. This means my massive body weight must have muffled the alarm. That's a comforting thought. However, it turned out pretty good, because I called my boss and now I'm coming in late to even out the extra hours I worked this week. This is bad too because now it's going to be even harder to scrape myself out of bed and go to work.

I love the light in this room. It's rainy outside, and the rainy-early morning light is the best morning light of them all. All I need now is for Pete to be here to shnugglechuddleshmoosh me and for Dave Matthews to be hiding under the bed serenading us. That's not too much to ask right?

There's a mountain of dirty dishes in the kitchen right now and it always amazes my sister and I to see how they just pop up one day out of the blue, like everyone in the house is using paper plates and bowls(we're not) and like someone has snuck into our house and dirtied our dishes. It's always a very disguised argument between us. The one this morning went a little something like: "I didn't cook any vegetables this week, that must be YOUR pot of broccoli." "Well, there's your macaroni bowl." "Who ate rice!?" "Well, yeah, I guess some of those forks are mine..." And back and forth we go until every dish is claimed. After the Mystery of the Dirty Dishes is solved, they sit there for another few days, slowly getting washed bit by bit until finally the whole load is clean. And then a day goes by and 47 dirty dishes magically appear, all at once it seems, and a new discussion of who's bowl is who begins. It's a very vicious cycle, which is why it is very important, ladies and gentlemen, to own a dishwasher. Remember that.

So with that said, I guess I'll go turn on some Dave Matthews and wash a few of those dirty dishes, all the while enjoying the soft light of the rainy day.

And that will be my morning. And then I'll be off to work.

See you in Hell bitches!!

2009-01-29T19:46:00.001-08:00

So remember how I hate all the Lowest Forms of Life that come into my work on a semi-daily basis?

Well I will be free of some of them for quite some time, about a mandatory 15 years or so to be specific.

Because they are going to prison.

And, oh, how this makes me smile! And laugh! HHHahahahHaha!

"After a three-month investigation, the County Sheriffs Office has arrested 13 people in connection with illegal distribution and sale of prescription drugs."

I'm leaving out the specifics here, but basically out of the 13 mug shots from the article, I recognized about half of them as regulars at our pharmacy. They are the ones I complain about, the ones that lie to you, steal from you, and make you wait late because they need their "medicine". I do not consider what they are prescribed "medicine". Medicine is something like bubble gum flavored cough syrup, or heart medication, or even something for ED (by the way, I had a guy come in last week and buy ONE Viagra, then he asked for a cup of water because "Oh heck, I'm going to her house straight from here!.....EW!), but oxycodone? Not "medicine", that's way too innocent a word for it.

I'm glad they were caught, and I'm glad they're getting a mandatory 15 year sentence, but it still makes me die a little inside to know that I work at one of the pharmacies that unknowingly supplied the pills for their little "organization".

An "organization" that was selling these pills to kids in high school.

Yuck.

Enough with all the pharmacy talk. I'm done with pharmacy talk....for at least a week. Hmm..what else can I report on?

How about:

In other news, the shirt I'm wearing smells like a hamster's cage.

My smelly shirt is much more interesting and worth more time and thought than are the "dope heads" (as the pharmacist calls them) and their wasted lives.

The Post of a Thousand Parenthesis

2009-01-27T21:15:00.000-08:00

HOLY CRAP I just ate an entire box of organic Macaroni n Cheese. For dinner.

I know that sounds bad but I can justify that even though I only ate Mac n Cheese for dinner (a whole box, every last Godforsaken noodle), it was, in fact, a complete nutritious meal because it was organic. Isn't eating something organic, equivalent to like, eating a thousand multivitamins or something?

No? Not at all? Whatever.

ANYWAYS (screw you healthy eaters and my New Year's resolution!) let's move onto the topic of tonight's discussion.

Pete and I have been watching Weeds online and I can't decide if I like the main character, Nancy Botwin or not.

I guess the main thing that bothers me is that we don't know how or why she initially got into selling weed (unless I missed something extremely crucial in those early episodes). It doesn't seem to be an occupation you can just jump into. I understand your husband died and you and your family are accustomed to a certain lifestyle and whah whah whah, but you suddenly are BFF with some people in the "ghetto" (I don't know why I couldn't un-quote that) and they're all, feeding you their cornbread and crap? (They really eat cornbread on the show, like all the time, that wasn't supposed to be some racial stereotype, although does just mentioning how that could sound like a racial stereotype make me sound racist?? Crap.)

And she's always, ALWAYS, drinking some kind of fast-food drink. "Slurp" is actually one of her more popular lines. I don't get it, and? I don't like it.

I mean, I get that she's like quirky, and cool, I guess, but she is a pretty shitty mother and at any moment she might be banging some random dude in a street alley, or an office, or WHEREVER she chooses to be whorey that day. And apparently she has no soul because she was responsible for an innocent man's death and consequently the destruction of said man's child's life, and seems to feel no remorse. If that wasn't evidence enough to her soul less shell of a body, here's more proof: she has black eyes.

Look for yourself:

Are those just two giant pupils? What's going on there?

So anyways, I totally loved you, Nancy Botwin, in Fried Green Tomatoes, but I find myself routing against you in Weeds (shoot her in the face, just SHOOT HER in the FACE!) and routing a lot more for the character that's supposed to be the bitch no one likes....but then again, what does that say about me?

By the way....gotta give a "shot out" to my dear friend Whitney for leaving me the comment of "SWEET POTATOE!!" on my last blog entry because it seriously made me Laugh Out Loud because, again, what? Should I know this? Because...I don't. But? I love you Whitney. Sweet Potatoe to you too.

Sweet Potatoe to you all!

Home Video Time!

2009-01-24T21:17:00.000-08:00

It's that time folks!

Calm down, calm down, I know we're all excited.

Pete and I may need to get a life, because this is our typical Saturday night. But? Suits me juuuust fine.

Um, I kinda forgot which way to hold the camera, so, let's all tilt our heads to the left now shall we?

True Love...

2009-01-24T16:56:00.001-08:00

Wait, I live in Flordia right?

2009-01-24T16:08:00.000-08:00

It's been COLD here this week. Like cold cold. And I don't like it.

So, maybe temperatures in the 20's is a warm summer day for some Northerners, but here in Florida? That's F-ing cold. Floridians don't understand temperatures that low. Most of us hardly own anything other than flip flops, and our version of a winter jacket is something a little heavier than a cardigan.

So a few mornings ago when I walked out to my car, I was a little confused...What is this strange white chalky stuff all over my car?? It's cold!

It's ICE! What.

So my solution? A spatula. Twenty minutes later I was good to go.

Thank God our normal 70 degree temperatures are moving back in today...I don't know how winter people do it! Seriously...how do you do it?

Rant in 5...4...3...2...

2009-01-19T19:14:00.001-08:00

Where do I work again? Oh yeah, the OPPOSITE of rehab.

When you call, let's try to NOT have someone screaming/crying in the background and or loud wind/static noise, and please, for the love of God, HAVE A PLAN. Avoid something like..."Uhh...um, I like get my prescriptions there? And uh, I have this doctor, I don't know his name, and um....wait, which pharmacy is this?" Thinking about what you need BEFORE speed dialing us would really help. A lot.
It's called a shower. Try it out sometime. Normally I wouldn't really care, but I can smell you, and? you stink. Horribly.
Stealing, counterfeit money, and fake scripts do not make for friends. And no, we didn't steal the money you left on the counter, that was your crackhead friend.
Usually scripts are written for 30 days, so when you come in for your refill a week after getting the original, because you're "going out of town", you won't get it. So why bother?
Parking lots are generally where people park their cars, not deal drugs. A group of twenty sketchy looking people hangin' out outside a pharmacy tends to scare our trendy hair salon neighbors, go around the corner or something.
The time that we close is, the time that we close. We're not interested in that fake twenty you'll slide us for staying an extra hour just so you can get your oxies. We have things to do. Like lay in bed eating banana chips and writing blogs complaining about you. Important stuff, you know. Just buy some off your friends and call it a night.

Today was only the fourth day of Boss Out Of Town Week and oh man, there's like a lifetime to go. It's just been so CRAZY. No time. No patience. No lunch. (No time, again). I think this constant state of extreme business has left my tolerance for some of our "regulars" to, well, nothing.

You don't understand people!

It is so frustrating to work with some of the people that come into our pharmacy. These are people you can't trust. They are so sad, and so desperate, and normally I would feel bad for them and the shitty life they must have, but I'm just too annoyed lately to care.

I've tried to justify it a million ways, but I still cannot understand why doctors prescribe the way they do. They don't care, they just want money. Pretty pretty money. Who cares if you're not really in severe pain, and you sell half your script on the streets? Who cares if you get addicted and get desperate and rob pharmacies? And who cares if you overdose and die? Some doctors really don't.

It's true you don't always know what's going on in these peoples lives, and some of them are legit and really do need their medication, but when 80% of the people who come in ask for same medication, some of them must be abusing. They are abusing.

And eventually, it's hard to be optimistic.

Annnd that was my rant for the night. I feel better. Thanks.

The joys of the pharmasuitical industry....

2009-01-16T18:38:00.000-08:00

OH man, it's been a day. What kind of day?

Well, let's see, the chaos of work has left my mind so bizerkaroid, that I left a stupid comment to Whitney's sister Natalie (Hi Nat!) on MySpace and I misused the phrase "stink eye" by typing "stinkY eye" and when I went back and re-read my comment, I almost peed my bed laughing. I need help.

It's a hard life when you work with The Crack Heads. A patient found a syringe in the parking lot today and handed it to me, and without fully thinking I grabbed the very bottom edge of it with my index finger and thumb. I placed it on the counter so I could grab something to throw it away, but before I could, the pharmacist (standing in for my regular boss) told me to wash my hands as if I'd just touched The Aids. And then after I was done washing my hands as if I'd just touched The Aids, to re-wash them. And then maybe one more time because "we love you".

So that had to have been one of the highlights of working at a pharmacy, that and maybe finding random beer bottles in our trash and a pair of unclaimed boxers in the parking lot....yay. Now my right hand is tingling and even though I touched the syringe with my left hand I'm starting to get a little freaked out thinking I caught some kind of gonoherpisyphilrhea.

Aren't you just soooo jealous you don't get to work with The Crack Heads, The Meth Heads, and all the other fun loving drug addicts I get to on a daily basis?

Well don't be, jealousy is bad for the complexion.

Weak attempt at a blog post take 47

2009-01-14T20:32:00.000-08:00

Let me just start this by saying that I've gone back and erased what I had originally written like three times already, so let's not get our hopes up for this post tonight, okay? Okay.

My oldest (eldest? do people still say "eldest"? Or is that like a 1835 thing?) sister turned 32 today, and Pete and I went out with her to a sports bar for some early afternoon beers and a few games of darts. It was a nice day, she had her first ever Irish Car Bomb (at the age of 32?!) and I was very proud.

I wanted to write about it tonight, and I even have pictures AND video, but I am SO tired, and I have a pretty crazy day at work tomorrow, so I should probably just go to bed already.

But wait Jamie, before you go, please tell us why work is going to be so crazy!

Okay, but just because you asked so nicely...

Work is going to be crazy because, the pharmacist has left for India for ten days and everyone is going to be running around like mad without fully knowing what we're doing.

That hardly sounds as bad as it's actually going to be.

We have another pharmacist that will be working, but he doesn't really know the computer system and hasn't actually worked as a pharmacist in like ten years or something. But everything is going to be OK because I have been trained so well that I should know exactly what to do and should be doing just about everything that should be done....right? Right.....?

I don't know.

But we'll find out tomorrow. If I don't hyperventilate and die.

Stay tuned.

News Flash!

2009-01-10T11:07:00.001-08:00

Killing time...

2009-01-09T18:29:00.000-08:00

...before my boyfriend arrives. We have GRAND plans tonight: I'll probably watch him snood for the first ~~hour~~ few minutes, then we're watching some 1980's slasher movie "Prince of Darkness", then I'll listen to him make some fart noises, and then...who knows? The night is ours! But most likely after that's all done we'll just gaze lovingly into each other's eyes as we fall asleep tangled in a knot of love....because that's the only way we sleep. We actually don't even sleep at all, we just gaze... all. night. long. gaze, gaze, gaze, gaze, gaze.

I'm just fooling you!

Gazing is creepy...just like your uncle.

Wow. You can blame this post entirely on Pete and all the time it takes him to get ready. Most of that time is not even spent on getting dressed at all, most is actually spent dancing in front of his mirror and E-He-ing like Michael Jackson*. So yeah, this post? All his fault.

*True story.

Just. So. Tired.

2009-01-08T19:57:00.000-08:00

But I thought I'd stop by to say hello.

Hello!

I haven't forgotten how to blog, I've just been a little lazy. Looks like I've come back just in time, this blog was starting to form dust! And dearGOD I would have had to hire a blog maid! Because, my friends, Jamie does not dust.

My eyeballs are stinging right now because I'm just that tired. Don't you hate the stinging eyeball tiredness? I know I do.

A dance teacher at our studio is recovering from a car accident (she's okay, but she hurt her ankle) and so tonight I taught for her class, and I think I sufficiently kicked their asses teaching them this dance, and strangely enough, sufficiently kicked my own ass in the process. Weird I know. I didn't want to go easy on them because I regularly teach the level just below their class, and when I first started there were a few complaints that the class was just tooo eeeeasssy and I didn't want a repeat critic. The girls tonight may or may not have left limping, so, I think I'm okay.

Well that's pretty much all the blog I can muster tonight because again, eyeballs... tired... dance class... sleep... bla bla bla.

Goodnight.

Don't tell anyone but...

2008-12-30T21:18:00.000-08:00

I think I almost overdosed on Timothy Gunn after watching far too many hours to admit, of Project Runway. I know! I just can't help it. I fell into a marathon of it yesterday, and oh, how I love marathon anythings, and it was like I rediscovered my love for the show. Even though I never really had a love for it in the first place. But, whatever.

I just think it's so cool and so neat-o that people can take yards of fabric and make it into clothes. Like clothes you can wear on your body! And it really makes me wish I was a fashion designer, even though I have non-existent style and about 95% of the clothes in my closet are old, pathetic, and most likely containing a hole or two. It's sad, but as much as I'd love owning a new and fabulous wardrobe, the thought of clothes shopping sparks a near fatal panic attack. Why can't I sit and have the clothes come to me? Too many options equals GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE.

But yeah, Project Runway. Such a guilty pleasure right now. I'm three episodes deep into season 5 (courtesy of Project Free Tv ) and I don't think these designers are as good as previous casts. There's some old biker dude-lady who designs things you'd only find on the back streets of Daytona Beach (aka Home of Bike Week, or as it's more affectionately known "The Armpit of Florida"*) and there's this guy Suede (ho-ho! get what he did there?!), that can ONLY talk in third person. He's entirely creepy, and I half considered throwing my laptop across the room to just make him stop (that's clearly not true, I'd never throw you my love. Never.).

But um, hope everyone has a great New Year's and stuff. I just found out the Pharmacy is closed New Year's Day, so, things might just get craz to the ay! Or I'll just have a quiet intimate night with some friends...same thing.

*Thanks to Whitney for the best description of D-town EVER.

I don't wanna and you can't make me!!!

2008-12-28T19:46:00.001-08:00

I go back to work tomorrow and I realllllllly don't want to go. Want to go for me?

Well I mean I'm not dreading it completely, it's just that my sister and brother in law just left tonight, and all the family/friends holiday festivities are over, and I have no time to try and get my life back in order before going back to work.

For instance:

Room? Small children could easily get lost in the pile of laundry I have on my floor and dirty dish mutants may or may not be living under my bed...too scared to check. I cleaned out my car today but now everything that was in there is in my room, and the project of cleaning this place has now tripled.

I have been living mostly in pajamas for the past three/four days because, it's Christmas Time and I can wear this all day if I want to dammit. No, YOU shower! So something like shaving, and wearing makeup might be needed ASAP.

Christmas has left me B R O K E and I have a few checks that need need need to be deposited but who wants to go to the bank on their way to work? That would mean waking up like ten minutes earlier! No thank you.

All my Christmas presents, with the exception of my Beautiful Laptop Which I Must Take Everywhere From Now On, are in a pile over at my mom's and have to be transported to this house and, gasp! put away in my room. I'll have no where to sleep in this place if this keeps up!

Urghpff.

Good Nite.

Spike. The suicidal beta fish.

2008-12-28T11:03:00.000-08:00

At 7am this morning my sister burst into my room and said very loudly "Did the fish die?!"

I know what you're thinking, I too have heard that question asked one too many times. At 7am. While half asleep.

Then she told me he wasn't in his bowl, and that she even looked through the rocks at the bottom and couldn't find him. Rylee's fish Spike had vanished. Poof.

This was enough mystery to scrape me out of bed, so I joined her in the kitchen getting a spoon to look through the rocks once again, just to double check. A couple days before my sister told me he was digging through the rocks trying to bury himself, so I really thought he'd be down there, somewhere, but nope.

And then our conversation went something like this:

Jaffy: "Someone stole our fish!"

Jamie: "No one stole our fish."

Jaffy: "Someone STOLE our FISH!"

Jamie: "How could someone have stolen our fish, why would anyone steal our fish?"

Jaffy: "Well then where is he?"

"He's right THERE!" Suddenly I saw him laying just a few inches from my sisters feet. A helpless, shriveled, and most certainly dead, Spike.

We're not sure, but we think he jumped out of his bowl, flopped his way off our table, and then flopped away a few more feet. I think his first attempt at ending his life was trying to use the weight of the rocks to crush his body, but when that didn't work, he got desperate. How else do you explain it?

The worst part about this was that Spike was our replacement fish for Goldie, Rylee's first beloved beta. When we told her she had died, Rylee was more than a little upset. She sobbed, and sobbed, wanted to keep Goldie in a box in her room and after we told her no, we can't keep a dead fish in your room, she wanted a picture of them together and then a funeral. We buried Goldie in a box with a special note from Rylee and then put a pretty rock on top. On Christmas eve I caught her leaving presents on her grave site. So much love for one little fish.

Rylee's reaction was better this time, but there were still some crocodile tears to be shed. We tossed around the idea for a few other pets she could have, until finally we came up with the best idea for a pet EVER. A pet rock. They don't die! She loved the idea.

So Rylee and I found some rocks in the yard and painted them. Meet our new rock family.

How freggin cute are they? She put them in a "cage" with grass and a stick and kitty treats. Soon we'll teach them some tricks. You'll see.

Frannaversary and 100th post!

2008-12-26T16:28:00.000-08:00

Five years ago, a couple pairs of best friends hung out together, drank and played cards, and laughed all night long. Since then it's been a tradition to get together on Christmas Eve's Eve and celebrate our Frannaversary. This year we went to St. Augustine for a little bar hopping and to look at all the pretty lights and homeless people. It was FUN.

Before we left, Pete preformed his traditional Pre-frannaversay ceremonial dance.

Pure Talent.

The first bar we went to was way too small and crowded so we moved on to another bar where Whitney showed how she can become a one man band.

At the end of the night we were walking back to our hotel and found 45 dollars in the street! How fantastic is that?! On the flip side some one was out 45 dollars, which sucks for them, but, it bought us free pizza, so who cares.

What? That's not mean, it was free pizza, hello!

Oh, and my blog turned 100 blog posts today. Feel free to bake her a cake.

Merry Christmas!

2008-12-25T06:29:00.000-08:00

Just stopping in to say hello.....ON MY NEW LAP TOP! HOLLA!!

Christmas Kitty Bear

2008-12-22T20:14:00.000-08:00

You love it.

He loved it. Mr. Hobbs sat there, just like that, for nearly ten minutes while my Mom and I took pictures. Work it! Work it!

Then he discovered the hat.

He shook it off, bit it, and ran away scornfully looking behind.

My wittle kitty bear love puppy.

It's disturbing how obsessed I am with this cat.

So, trying to steal my boyfriend are you? We'll see.

2008-12-20T09:21:00.000-08:00

There's this girl. She wants my boyfriend. She's actually been trying for a while now, and so far I've been able to keep quiet; until now.

I'm telling you, she just won't give up.

She's short and has curly-ish hair, and I guess some people would consider her "cute" but, she's got the maturity level of a 6yr old.

She seems to think that if she tries long enough, she'll be able to persuade him, but sorry sweetie, THAT BOY IS MINE.

Want to see a her?

Here she is.

Okay fine, so maybe she's not just cute but adorable, whatever.

When Rylee first met Pete, the words out of her mouth were "Wow, I didn't know your voice was like that" and there suddenly was a sparkle in her eye and she was hooked.

All I ever hear from her is "When's Pete coming over? Where's Pete? Are you going to Pete's house?....can I come?"

She walks in my room and yells "It smells like Pete in here!"

Any time he comes over she screams PEEEEEEEETE and body slams him in one massive hug. Most of the time it takes myself and my sister to remove her. She sits on his lap when he snoods, looks up with loving eyes and says "Pee Pee (that's her pet name for him) you're my buddy, you smell like the mall".

Today she asked me "Is Pete your boyfriend?" and I told her yes, yes he was, and didn't she know that? And she says? "Oh, well guess what? He's MY boyfriend too".

Looks like I've got a little competition...

Exibit A:

2008-12-16T19:05:00.000-08:00

Just one of our many rustic family Christmas trees.

I don't know if I was excited it was Christmas, or if I was just imitating the tree, because it looks like it's in the same pose behind me.

It's called "character" okay?

2008-12-15T21:23:00.000-08:00

When I was little (I don't know if it was because my parents didn't want to spent the money, or because they just preferred it this way), we would cut down a tree for Christmas. I remember doing this, but only a couple of years, I think maybe because some years my Dad did it alone. I liked it actually. My Dad and I would jump in the canoe (we live on a marsh) and island hop until we found a suitable tree to hack down and take home. It wasn't until I was older that I realized, looking back at old pictures, that we had some funky ass trees.

Our trees were lopsided, they were dinky, and saggy, and old, but? I loved them.

This year I'm getting flash backs to those days because our tree this year? Let's just say Charlie Brown's tree got NOTHIN on us. We have our actual tree at my mom's and so my sister and I debated for a while on whether or not we should spend the 40 bucks and get our own. I guess we took too long to make a decision because when I came home today, there was a tiny "tree" on our steps. Our "tree" is actually a few branches off a cedar tree on our island my mom cut down and planted for us. But I say? It's perfect. I took a picture of it and sent it to my boyfriend who said it was, wait for it...wait for it...ghetto. Thanks. But we don't listen to him because he's actually a big terd that's disguised in human skin and a backwards hat.

Internet, meet our tree. Our non-ghetto, fabulous tree.

See? Cute.

So there.

Okay so it's actually a little ridiculous, but it makes me laugh and reminds me of being little and I like it, so it stays.

Notice the present under there? My niece went shopping in her room and filled that bag with some of her toys and nail stuff (I told her she could get me something for my nails as a present a couple of days ago). She pranced around so excited for about ten minutes singing "It's something that you waaaanted!"

She can stay too.

Remember...

2008-12-14T20:55:00.000-08:00

...how I said I always want to change the look of this thing? Sure ya do, I mentioned that, and then started talking about this weird George Washington face growing on my sisters senior picture? Remember?

You don't?

LAME.

Moving on...

Well, basically I'm getting that itch to change things around once again, and although I used to spend hours upon hours working with HTML and customizing everything exactly to my liking, I ~~have a life now~~ currently don't quite feel like taking on a challenge that large.

And, I'm tired as crap because I spent the day at my Aunt's eating turkey, and you KNOW how much I love turkey, remember how I mentioned that??

You don't remember anything.

So yeah, the turkey has made me tired or something having to do with me being tired and not wanting to mess around with my blog.

So for now here it is, hopefully I'll ~~be nerdy enough~~ have enough motivation to customize it some day soon.

For now it's bed time...night folks!

I look like total ARSE right now, yippeee!

2008-12-10T07:03:00.000-08:00

Hello, and welcome to my ~~Saturday~~ Wednesday. I'm in my first week of my new work schedule and so I have the day off today! Which makes it feel like a Saturday, but a really boring Saturday where you have nothing to do because it's actually a Wednesday.

I was freakin' TIRED last night after teaching my classes (still a horrible, unenthused teacher...oops!) and when I got home I showered, and then passed the F out without blow drying my hair.

So when I woke up this morning, I looked a little like this.

And that was pretty much my reaction too. Disgust. So know what I did about it? Made some coffee and sat down at the computer...aka nothing. I think I might just rock this look all day. Because it's my Wednesday off, and one can do such things on their Wednesday off. Didn't you know?

So plans for my day might now include hiding behind trees and jumping out at little school children and then... who knows! Making babies cry?

Maybe, if time allows.

So sick, of being sick.

2008-12-02T19:20:00.000-08:00

I think I might finally be getting better, slightly better, but not totally better just yet. These past three days have been so sucky! This little virus-whatever totally kicked my ass and then laughed in my face as I curled in a ball of pain and begged it for mercy.

There was no mercy to be had however, oh no!

There was the constant headache, that despite the overdosing amount of Tylenol I took, would not subside. There was the faint feeling I had every time I stood up that made me feel like I was either going to throw up or pass out, or do both simultaneously. There was the earache, the soar throat, the runny nose, and the coughing and the wheezing that did nothing to shake that stubborn chest phlegm lose. And then of course, there was the need to sleep. It was like I wasn't tired at all, but my body wanted nothing more than to sleeeeeep. I slept all day Sunday, then somehow stayed awake long enough for Pete and I to watch a movie, then I slept the ENTIRE day yesterday, seriously only getting out of bed to either force feed, or bathe myself.

Today was better though, I actually stayed awake for most of it, but my nose has been running constantly and only today was I wise enough to have my mother buy me those extra special lotion tissues. Why I waited until today to use the special tissues, when I've been raping my nostrils with toilet paper for the past two days?? I'll never know.

I do however, know a few essential things that will get you through the worst of the worst sick days.

1. Lotion tissues. Do not wait until the last minute like stupid, stupid, me to buy them.

2. Lysol disinfectant spray. So you can hopefully save your loved ones from contamination. Also, so they won't get pissed off at you for getting them sick.

3. Lipton noodle soup. Lower the water amount, add some extra chicken bouillon, and enjoy.

4. A Slanket. Not to be confused with the Snuggie, as the Slanket makes you look bad ass and the Snuggie? Makes you look like a total wiener. Believe me. Also? The Slanket website has the best descriptions ever for their colors AND a portion of the profits goes to various charities. Check it out!

5. Hot tea. Preferably whatever my mom gave me tonight. That tea was awe-some! I'm not sure what kind it was though, so I can't really help you out, ask my mom.

6. Many, many, pillows and many, many blankets, for the many, many hours of sleep you'll have. I needed a pillow for my head, one on each side of my body and one for in between my knees. Also, fleece socks, fleece pants, and one over sized T-shirt you don't mind getting loads of snot on.

7. HOT showers, like scalding hot, showers. Don't even clean yourself, just stand there and let that glorious water wash over you. Ahhh.

8. One kitty cat to keep you company and who doesn't mind you rubbing your sick infested face all through his fuzzy wuzzy fur.

9. A remote control and cable television, preferable with access to on demand movies. Steel Magnolias? Yes Ma'am!

10. A mom that will take your temperature, check on you, bring you special tissues, soup, and make you hot tea.

Hopefully, you won't need these tips anytime soon, but if you do, remember them! They may just save your life.

Again?!

2008-11-29T21:30:00.001-08:00

Hi my name is Jamie and I like to get sick about every two weeks or so. It's great! No, actually it sucks. The past two days at work were pretty odd, one because there were zero people filling prescriptions and two because the pharmacist was asleep in the back for the majority of the time. Why? Because he is SICK and I guess he passed his nasty little virus onto me because suddenly, very suddenly, me no feel so good. Unless it has something to do with the burger I ate tonight, Pete and I went out to dinner (yay going out!), and I had a burger, as I just mentioned, but I've never heard of food poisoning causing excessive coughing...

Anyways, my work schedule changed and I think it might just be the best work schedule in existence: work Monday, Tuesday, OFF Wednesday, work Thursday, Friday, 1/2 day (four hours) Saturday, OFF Sunday.

At least I have tomorrow to recoup (if I actually am sick, I never believe myself until it gets really bad, otherwise I just think I'm imagining it...weird?) and I'm off to bed for some very wanted rest. My bed is my best friend right now.

Gobble Gobble

2008-11-27T18:56:00.000-08:00

So. Full. Can. Only. Talk.. One... Word..... Sentences......

I had two, count em' two dinners today, not that unusual of a feat but a first for me. The first dinner with my boyfriend's family and another late night one with mine. And oh my golly, how I love me some turkey. I could really eat turkey for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, everyday for at least four or five months straight. Yum.

I decided today that Thanksgiving is maybe even the best holiday of them all because there's no pressure to buy anything (well except maybe some food) and again all the turkey, and also because it's nice to force yourself to think of all the things in your life you're grateful for. Lately I've tried really hard not to take for granted anything in my life. My friends, my family, my boyfriend, pretty days, my Dad's music, soft blankets, good food, and being healthy to name a few. It's nice that there's a day where we all pay extra attention to the things in our lives that make us feel super lucky. So much is handed to us in our lives, things like running water and comfortable beds, food every night and clean clothes, it's easy to forget that so much of the population on this planet may never experience such luxuries. I know I'm happy I don't have to bathe in a lake, or out of a bucket somewhere...aren't you? I hope so.

Sorry this post is so nerdy, but I think I'm a little drunk off all that wonderful turkey...

Happy Thanksgiving!!

Time to preach to myself again...

2008-11-25T20:12:00.000-08:00

Every Tuesday I teach three(but will soon only be two) dance classes, and every Tuesday I wish I had prepared for them. It's really not a great habit I've created, doing absolutely nothing to plan the classes, or choreographing any exercises...or picking out music...or remembering to even bring my dance shoes. I feel bad, and I want to do better, but then again I'm lazy! And I work 45 hrs at my "real job"! But still, this is a paying job, and I should treat it like one.

I think I've managed to not completely screw up my classes so far however, because I usually make something up for class on the ride from work to the studio. The lazy side of me really enjoys this technique because it takes away the process of physically moving. So, I guess my classes aren't the worst, but still, these girls deserve more. I should also be grateful to even have an opportunity to still dance on a slim, but regular basis, because honestly how sad would it be if I had stop dancing completely?! And I do have fun teaching, the girls always crack me up and remind me of the old days of dance classes which mainly consisted of making fun of the Weird Girl and talking about boooys.

So I think I'm going to pretend like I'm in one of those teacher movies, where the teacher first starts the year thinking teaching is going to be a breeze and doesn't care so much, and does a really crappy job at first, but then realizes how magical and wonderful her student's hearts are, and becomes this fantastic teacher and her and all her students throw a big party, no make it a fair, yeah a fair! and they eat cotton candy, and drink cherry soda and run off skipping and prancing into the sunset. Yeah...maybe my classes will be like that from now on...

I am a shitty snooder.

2008-11-24T20:00:00.001-08:00

There's this game on my computer, Snood.

Whitney first introduced me to it, and at first I loved it, loved it! I played it for a while, most likely compulsively, until my excitement for Snood started to fade. Pretty soon the excitement was gone completely, and the game sat on my desktop untouched, unsnooded, for years.

Until my boyfriend found it.

He's quite the little competitor, especially with himself, and so it was his goal to claim the top score, or every score in the game. It's incredibly hard to tear him away from Snood, and sometimes it even comes down a bit of bribery. Honestly, I'm surprised I haven't woken up to find him secretly and quietly snooding to himself in the middle of the night. Probably some night soon I will.

Right now most levels look like this:

TOP SCORE:

1. Pete
2. Pete
3. Pete
4. Pete
5. Pete
6. Pete
7. Pete
8. Pete
9. Pete
10. Jamie

I am beating him on one particular level though, ~~level "Child"~~ but it's not important to mention which one. Only beating him on one level is very disturbing to me, because whenever humanly possible I really, really like to beat him at games (I usually fail miserably, unless it's Greedy, in which case Pete doesn't stand a chance). So tonight I tried my hardest to gain some points in Snood, on the "Medium" level. I thought I was doing pretty Kick Ass, knocking down Snoods left and right, and getting a score of 2020. Unfortunately Pete's score? 6314.

Looks like I may need a little more practice.

P.S. Writing this post and the snooding that occurred before hand was a great distraction to what's really been on my mind tonight, and what is stressing the crap out of me. Hopefully all will be resolved tomorrow morning though...

Love Tree Delivery

2008-11-23T16:12:00.000-08:00

So as a wedding present to Whitney and Todd, Pete and I decided to get them a tree. Not your usual present, but it seemed very fitting for Whit and Todd, and I really liked that it wasn't something off a registry, or something that wouldn't get used very often. This tree will grow as their marriage does, and every time they look at it they'll be reminded of their wedding day, (and of course, of their two bestest friends) and I thought it would be sweet and corny and fantastic too, and so, the Love Tree was born.

Pete's Dad hooked us up with an awesome tree, and before the delivery I had only seen it from a distance and so when my Mom asked how big it was I shrugged and said "um, like 5 feet or something?" Yeah, totally NOT five feet, this tree was HUGE!

HUGE right?!

Then we had to pick a place to park it....

So we had Todd stand and act like a tree to see if it was a good spot...

Good!

So then it was time to dig...

And I actually dug some, swear! Did not just man the camera the whole time, I probably dug, three or even four big scoops!

We jumped in the hole, because it was too hard to resist...

Then we found a Grub, which is a word I have yet to use in reference to any other bug before today, but look at this thing...full fledged GRUB.

And then it was up!

The whole process really wasn't as hard as anyone had anticipated, not too bad at all.

Yay for the Love Tree!!

Okay, time to go back to Twilight...slowly getting addicted...

Fridays can't get more happenin' than this!

2008-11-21T20:55:00.000-08:00

This town blows a BIG ONE. VERY EXTRA LARGE BIG.

Although, it's not likely I'd spend my Friday any different than this if I was, say, living in some fantastic place with loads of Cool Stuff for Cool People to do, but I doubt it would hurt my situation...that is for shore.*

Lately I've felt like I am just existing....breathing, eating, sleeping, and doing all the necessary life sustaining functions, but nothing more than that. I'd like to blame it on the town, because there really is NOTHING to do here, but I think that'd be too easy.

Whatever it actually is, it's leaving me very unhappy.

Anyways....

I started reading Twilight.

So what!

It's just ALLright so far, I'm not thrilled with it, but it's good enough to keep reading. Really, it's too soon to tell, I'm only three chapters deep, not far enough in to have a solid opinion. The book is very LARGE, and LARGE books usually discourage me, much the same as the state of the inside of my car currently does, both seem to be obstacles too big to tackle and conquer....but yeah, big books....I don't know how I ever finished reading The Meaning Of Night and all 700 pages of it, but it probably had something to do with the fact that I had to keep up with my boyfriend and our Book Club. Yeah, we had a Book Club, we're just soooo adorable like that. Or we were? We should bring the Book Club back, and all it's adorableness.

Tonight sucks ASS, but tomorrow night should prove to be better as I am going to Orlando to visit the Newlyweds and snuggle up good with them in their hot tub (that wasn't supposed to sound so creepy....or was it...), and then Sunday Pete and I are planting their Love Tree (wow that sounds pretty creepy too, I should probably stop myself now).

Hopefully we'll take some pictures and this will all make a lot more sense.

Well...my Friday was LAME, how was yours?

*I know how to spell "sure" I was just going for that rhyming effect, just so...you know...BUT I did have to think very hard today on how to spell "utility"...perhaps my brain has slowed to the speed of this town?

Whitney and Todd's Wedding, a picture recap.

2008-11-06T16:02:00.000-08:00

Todd wore some very shnazzy shoes:

Whitney looked absolutely stunning. She was probably annoyed with all the "OH MY GOD YOU LOOK SOOOOO F-ING GOOD!"s I gave her, but seriously she looked amazing. Her father was probably the one who cried the most during the ceremony, but I blameWhitney, again, for looking so beautiful.

Then they were married...

And everyone cried like their most favorite puppy had just been hit with a Mac truck.

Hurray!!

Then Jamie started drinking a little too much wine, to kill some of the nerves over her big speech.

And then she was drunk.

And she was suddenly very drunk, and as she was going over her speech (a few hundred times by herself at the table), she found that the words started to get a little blurry, and her words were a little slurry and oh crap did she have to shove a million bread rolls down her throat to try and sober up.

Notice the crinkled, and yes, ripped speech in my hand, the paper a victim of my overwhelming anxiety.

But then I gave my speech, and did not, hopefully, come off too plastered, and then I could relax and enjoy myself completley.

And then everyone danced!

And they lived happily ever after.

Congrats to Titney!!

Totally excited because....

2008-10-29T17:58:00.000-07:00

I HAVE THE NEXT FOUR DAYS OFF!!

and also,

MY BEST FRIEND(S) ARE GETTING MARRIED THIS WEEKEND!

Okay, enough with the caps.

I feel like I have a million things to do before the wedding (probably because I DO have a million things to do) and I haven't started any of them yet. That's okay though, because most are things I can't do until tomorrow anyways. I feel like this weekend has crept up on me so much and even though my friends seem like they've been married for years, they are OFFICIALLY getting married this weekend and it feels very surreal.

They are one of the most well fit couples I bet I'll ever know. It's almost disgusting, but in that "I'm actually only disgusted because I'm really jealous you guys work so well, but not the I want to scratch your eyes out jealousy, but the I'm really happy for you jealousy" kind of way. Yikes, get all that?

Anyways here they are:

Aren't they cute? This picture was take just a couple weekends ago at my 25th birthday/Halloween party, he was a brick layer, she was a, well, isn't it obvious?

These guys and I have been through SO much over the past years, and I've been right there from the start of their relationship(even played a part in their getting together in the first place) so writing my Maid of Honor speech should be a breeze.

You'd think.

I have a lot of stuff written actually, but it's just so hard to really decide on what to say. One version is super sappy and sounds straight out of a Lifetime movie, and one version I'm trying to be quirky and funny, which, I really doubt I can pull off. There's SO much I can say, and so many different ways I can say it, and I CANNOT DECIDE. Crap.

So tonight is dedicated on just that, deciding what stays and what goes, and then maybe even practicing it because HOLY CRAP I HAVE TO SPEAK IN FRONT OF 100+ PEOPLE.

Maybe I should have stolen a Xanax from work just for the occasion (I kid, I kid). But seriously.

Dear Computer,

2008-10-27T20:19:00.001-07:00

You are the biggest piece of donkey crap right now. You are taughnting me...making me wait ten years after every click for something to happen. And then? You give me half loaded pages and then freeze up on me!

This isn't 1997! You're supposed to work a LOT faster now, what is your problem?

I hate you.

I'm sorry, that was a little mean. But all I want to do is upload a video of me looking completely retarded doing a little tap combination I made up for tomorrow night's class, and you deny me? And then I had bonus video of my cat Hobbs, rubbing and loving on my tap shoe because it smells oh so gooood, but noooo don't want to load that one either do ya?

Sorry friends no videos for you tonight.

On second thought...a video of me tapping and my cat and a shoe? Maybe Computer you're doing whats best for me after all? Perhaps a little bit of tough love? If that's the case maybe you shouldn't let me post this blog either...

Get faster or I'm destroying you,

Jamie

A Mellow Day

2008-10-26T15:21:00.001-07:00

This blog isn't very pretty right now, but the thing is I got a little motivation to change it....and then it died. Which is pretty much what happened to all my Sunday plans today, motivation to do...laundry, dishes, bike ride, shopping....and then? SPLAT. I spent a good part of my day wondering around my two houses (mine and my mom's) wondering what to do? And not coming up with a thing.

I did find enough motivation to go to the grocery store and put together something in the crock pot (a meal inspired by the very crisp air I felt early this morning, walking over to my mom's, coffee cup in hand). So hopefully it will turn out tasty delicious and I can feel some accomplishment from at least that.

Blob. That's what I feel like today.

Ahhhnyways (that's an anyways with a sigh)

My BFF is getting married in like what? SIX days?! And I'm excited about all the festivities and nervous about giving the big Maid of Honor speech. At least I won't be the only one (that means YOU Pete) and at least I'll be several drinks deep to kill some of the nerves. I'm excited though. This week should be lots of fun, to say the least!

On a side note, my niece has started to properly pronounce her "Rs" so "watuur" now sounds like "waterr" and she sounds like a different child. WEIRD.

Quite possibly the most all over the place random blog ever. You be the judge.

2008-10-19T19:43:00.000-07:00

I really feel like changing the look of this blog. I do that a lot, want to re-arrange. New hair cut, new hair color, new bedding, new furniture arrangement, new blog look. I have a friend who has not TOUCHED her MySpace layout since the day I haphazardly made it for her three years ago. Back when just changing the background color was totally awesome and "how did you DO that?!". I have NO IDEA how she can do that. I used to change the look of my MySpace more frequently than I would change my bed sheets. I've gotten lazy with MySpace over the years, but I still manage to change the look of it like every couple of months or so. I don't know...anyways, point is I'm feeling the urge to change again, but I'm also feeling the urge to be lazy, so it might take a few more days to build motivation.

I should probably worry less about the look and more about the content of this thing, and maybe upgrade to writing a post at least TWICE a week instead of the once/week I've got going now. I really do wish I could keep up with this blog more, take less effort into thinking whether or not something is worthy of a post, and just write anyways.

I think I'll work on that.

Hanging above the computer are my two sister's and I's high school senior pictures, all 8x10's wooden framed lined all in a row. From the view I have here there appears to be a mysterious George Washington head growing on the side of my sister Coral's face. It looks like the picture has started to stick to the glass, and you can only see it when the light hits it juuust so, but when you can see it, it really looks like freaking George Washington's profile.

Oh and by the way, I turned 25 on Thursday. I'm officially in my twenties, like for real. WEIRD. I got a really pretty ring from Pete and we had a Halloween costume birthday party which was a lot of fun. Maybe one day when my laziness subsides I'll post some pictures.

And I thought the most uncomfortable thing about the night was going to be the suit

2008-10-14T19:12:00.001-07:00

What a freakin' loooooooong day.

I got up at 6:30 this morning and did not come home from work until NINE PM.

After work today I had to attend a county medical members meeting, to "network" with some of the local doctors, and had to wear a suit which made me feel like an alien (even though the suit, which was borrowed, fit really, really well). Then I mingled with some old doctors, spouting out random general things about the pharmacy (because do I really know anything medical?) and giggling giggles that I could not even recognize as myself. I felt so uncomfortable, and so out of my element...the suit, the giggles, it was far, far too much.

Everything that was talked about in the meeting was way over my head, somewhere up in the ceiling I would say, not to mention it was booorrring, but my opinion is probably skewed by the whole "I have no idea what these smart people are talking about" thing. From what I could gather, there aren't enough doctors in Florida and insurance companies are the DEVIL and everything is turning to crap. I really don't like seeing this behind the scenes take on the medical field sometimes, I want to just live under a happy cloud thinking doctors are only out to help you get better and that money and politics have nothing to do with whether or not someone deserves medical attention. I guess that's just like how boys don't like hearing about girls and the nitty gritty of their periods or poos?

But I'm home now, Coors Light by my side, and after a few more sips of this beer, it will be off to glorious bed for me.

Goodnight friends...

What's the time? It's time to get ill.

2008-10-02T19:14:00.000-07:00

I'm freakin' sweatin' here people. Sweaty dew allllll over my forehead. Is it my mom's thermostat set to a cool 80 degrees? Or maybe it's that I'm still sick? I'm sitting here with my mouth wide open because I can't breath through my nose, which is surprising because there is a constant drip of snot falling from my nostrils. You'd think some air could find it's way in through the snot gaps.

At work I feel like a walking contradiction, shouldn't I be helping people rather than spreading disease? "Here take these pills to get better, oh but wipe that one off, I sneezed on it once... or eight times, Sorry! But wait! Don't leave, I haven't coughed in your face yet!" Maybe this is just a subconscious marketing scheme to draw more business into the pharmacy by sabotaging their health? Damn I'm smart.

On a side note-- Happy Birthday Dad.

I don't know why or when...

2008-09-30T19:04:00.000-07:00

But my mom found this tonight going through some of my dad's old work papers. It looks like it was a homework assignment of mine, one where you ask you parents to write about you? I'll never know, but I do know that I'm very happy she found it.

Jamie Rose Lee is the youngest of three children. She has two older sisters, ages 18 and 19. Jamie's most avid hobby is dance. She is a natural performer and is dedicated and professional in and out. Jamie's natural demeanor is to be loving and caring. She openly displays affection; sometimes by cuddling the cats, sometimes by fighting with her sisters. Academically, someone needs to teach this child to spell. She has a vivid imagination, likes to write stories, and does well with math when she applies herself. Jamie watches too much television at times, and at times washes dishes or other chores, even if she doesn't get paid. Jamie gets along well with others, and looks forward to a good school year.

Mixed in with his work papers, she also found little poems or journal entries, old fashion blogs-if you will, and at first I felt a little uncomfortable reading them; I guess because they were stashed with work stuff, and were his private thoughts. I couldn't not read them however, because it was like jumping inside my dad's head, something many daughters have a rare chance at, especially when their father has died.

I want to share one page on here, why, I don't really know. I guess because it makes me proud? Maybe because I read it, realizing that I have felt just the same, just as confused at times.

And so the conflict- I should- but I don't want to right now-why should I? Because I am supposed to. Why am I supposed to? Because it is the right thing to do? Why is it the right thing to do? Because it is productive. Is it productive if it is not a spontaneous action or is it only pretending to be spontaneous? Is it the illusion of the mind that frames it in such black and white sentences, if so, how to dispel the illusion? Should, supposed to, outside sources, again the outward incentive as motivation, habitual reactions, familiar role of suffered heroically persevering, successful image maintenance. Image, should, supposing, constant reinforcement. Role playing. Life as cliche. Gotta be positive. Need a little spare change. Just hold out your hand, it can be arranged. Gotta look a little further, little further down the road. Always staring at your feet, crooked furrow that you hoed. Nothing like sad poetics. Good for a few good chuckles. Goodnight Chuckles.

Can't wait to shave-

Five points off for literalism.

It was written just a couple months after his first diagnosis. I guess just right before he had to shave off his beard for his surgery. My father was a smart man, and I miss him.

And someone still needs to teach me how to spell.

Three blogs in three hours...can you HANDLE that Internet? CAN YOU?

2008-09-25T17:35:00.001-07:00

Maybe it's the weather. You know how animals get all frisky and hyper and jump around a lot when the weather cools down? Like the heat was this oppressing weight on their souls, but then when the cool temperatures come in, it's like their souls are free to prance and gallop through the heavenly meadows of bliss and beauty?

Yeah, it's kinda like that.

Florida hasn't seen a fall season in like a million years, and I really hope we get one this year. Because weather like this makes me really happy happy.

So anyways...

He made the bed.

Even if the blue part was where the brown part is supposed to go, he still made it.

Sometimes I can be really meticulous about things (I prefer "meticulous" over "anal"...thanks). Like in writing for example, sometimes I'll get out of bed in the middle of the night to change just one word on a paper. Or like when my room is clean, like it is now, and I have to have the bed made JUST THIS WAY, and if it isn't made JUST THIS WAY I stress a little.

Boyfriend spent the night last night, and I ~~told him~~ asked him very politely to make the bed in the morning before he left. But he said he doesn't make beds, and that maybe he'd throw the sheets on and THATS. ALL. And that maybe he'd shoot his fart gun at the bed and then the bed might make itself. (he didn't quite say that last one, but he could have, he really really could have, he owns a fart gun, semiautomatic, AKA he puts his hands together like you see the 4yr olds do, and shoots it making fart noises. It's fun for all, really.

So tonight I went home, eager to make the unmade bed, even though I'd be sleeping in it in a little over three hours and it would get messed up anyways, and what do you know? It was already made. Pretty.

Don't you just love boyfriends sometimes? I do.

********

I just saw my cat do a somersault. Like a full blown frontal somersault. I must be right about this weather.

Who would have thunk it.

2008-09-25T16:21:00.000-07:00

I enjoy working in a pharmacy.

Yes, I have some very mundane tasks to do, like run the register, take the garbage out, and stock the shelves, but at some point our pharmacy will hire a greater number of staff (maybe like myself AND one other person!) and I can give all those jobs to the ~~peeon~~ new person.

Yes, that's right I will make those job assigning decisions because I am just THAT awesome...

Anyways, things I like about work are:

Time goes by SUPER fast. Time machine fast.

I don't really have to deal with people. Like customers. I would say about 10% of my time is spent talking to customers, and after working at a place which required a constant smile strapped on my face, 10% sounds pretty wonderful.

The pills are really pretty! I know that sounds like a super drugy thing to say..."Ooohh look at all the cooolorss (drool sliding down chin)" but they are! I love to open a bottle to see what little surprises are hiding in there waiting for me. Oh look! This one is light pink! OOOOH this one is TEAL! This one looks like a tiny bastketball...how cute!

I've been forced to use my brain again. Although, I can't say I'm too thrilled to be using MATH again...percentages, what?

I get to mix crap in beakers and junk. And then mix them all together using a super fancy machine and then the medicine cream I MADE helps some little old lady with her hip pain. Pretty cool right?

I don't have to think about work after I leave. At work I'm busy and don't think about life, and then I live life and don't think about work. It's a nice trade off.

I get to wear pajamas to work...well not quite, but pretty dang close. Scrubs are my new best friends. Although, what is up with all those UGLY TERRIBLE scrubs that are out there? Ones with like teddy bears and football helmets and whateverthehell else on them? Why would anyone want to walk around looking like really tacky wrapping paper?

I like my job a lot right now, but if in three months I'm walking around sportin' a lollipops and hearts bandana to match my lollipop and hearts scrubs, someone please slap me? Okay?

Agalbalala!!! It's that time again!!! Exclimation point!

2008-09-25T16:14:00.000-07:00

Just 1 hour 45 minutes....1 hour 45 minutes until my best friends and I reunite. These best friends live inside my TV of course, but I don't let that affect our relationship. Really, it's been going great. We've had what like...four awesome seasons together? Onto number five, and I can't wait! I've arranged complete silence from my family from 9-10:00 so I can make sure I don't miss one quip! Quip....that's a great word...quip.

Anyways so yeah! 1 hour 45 minutes and counting!!! It's actually like 1 hour 42 now!!!

Few Things

2008-09-21T06:51:00.000-07:00

I always ramble off random things everytime I greet my cat, but yesterday I think I topped them all: "Who's the best kitty puppy in the whole world, in the history of the United States??" Really?

Lately I've been listening to music that sounds like the inside of a 1982 computer. And I like it.

I burnt my fingers yesterday on a tea kettle....yeah? a tea kettle, NO, YOU'RE a Grandma, GRANDMA!

I was sent home from work with an instruction manual for an unguator and I have to read it today. Maybe work will be like chemistry class, but only the fun parts of chemistry class? I hope so.

Wait, I never took chemistry.....crap.

I am determined to get both my room AND my car cleaned. And keep them clean. For like three days, at least.

Pete will be 42, 15 years from today...weird. Happy Birthday Grandpa! wanna borrow my tea kettle?