1. What time did you get up this morning?
-4:30 am
2. How do you like your steak?
~Medium
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
~Boondock Saints II
4. What is your favorite TV show?
~The Simpsons
6. What did you have for breakfast?
~Blueberry pop tarts
7. What is your favorite cuisine?
~Soul food
8. What foods do you dislike?
~Brussels sprouts and bananas. I’m not much for lima beans, either.
9. Favorite Place to Eat?
~Chop House
10. Favorite dressing?
~Either ranch or raspberry vinaigrette
11.What kind of vehicle do you drive?
~Nissan Altima
12. What are your favorite clothes?
~Comfortable ones
13. Where would you visit if you had the chance?
~Ireland, London, Australia, France, just to name a few.
14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full?
~Depends on the day. Sometimes it’s ½ empty because I just emptied it.
15. Where would you want to retire?
~Somewhere with a beach and balmy breeze
16. Favorite time of day?
~The time when I get to go home and see Puddin’
17. Where were you born?
~Here
18. What is your favorite sport to watch?
~Pool
19. Who do you think will not tag you back?
~N/A
20. Person you expect to tag you back first?
~N/A
21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this?
~N/A
22. Bird watcher?
~I’ll watch them but I’m not an avid watcher.
23. Are you a morning person or a night person?
~Night, hands down.
24. Do you have any pets?
~Just one kitty cat we affectionately call Fatass.
25. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share?
~Nah, you already know my latest and greatest, Facebook friends.
26. What did you want to be when you were little?
~I went through phases (don’t we all?). I remember wanting to be a concert pianist or actress the most.
27. What is your best childhood memory?
~Swimming in my pool all day, every day.
28. Are you a cat or dog person?
~cat
29. Are you married?
~Yup
30. Always wear your seat belt?
~Yup
31. Been in a car accident?
~Just one – wasn’t my fault.
32. Any pet peeves?
~Chewing with your mouth open, talking about subjects you haven’t researched, and ASSuming that everyone has the same viewpoint as your own.
33. Favorite Pizza Toppings.
~Meats, onions, and black olives.
34. Favorite Flower?
~Hyacinth
35. Favorite ice cream?
~Cherry Garcia
36. Favorite fast food restaurant?
~McDs I think.
37. How many times did you fail your driver's test?
~None. Booyah!
38. From whom did you get your last email?
~Sheila
39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?
~Anywhere but Walmart. Let’s say Target.
40. Do anything spontaneous lately?
~No.
42. Broccoli? Dog food?
~Broccoli is awesome. Especially with cheese.
43. What was your favorite vacation?
~Considering I’ve taken very few vacations this is easy to answer. The one I took to St. Louis with my Mama when I was 14.
44. Last person you went out to dinner with?
~Last time we went out to dinner was for M & A’s engagement dinner . . . so . . . them, kids, Mama, S, J, and other family friends.
45. What are you listening to right now?
~The heater hum.
46. What is your favorite color?
~Blue, silver, green
47. How many tattoos do you have?
~3
48. How many are you tagging for this quiz?
~No one
49. What time did you finish this quiz?
~4:19 pm
50. Coffee Drinker?
~I would looooove to have some coffee! After T is finished nursing, that is.
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11.24.2009
J n Me
1. How long have you been married?
Six years in February. I think that's 42 in dog years.
2. How long have you been together?
Seven years in March. Egads!
3. Where did you go on your first date?
Faces in town . . . although he didn't know at the time it was a date. =) I asked him later that night to be with me. And he agreed.
4. Where did you go on your latest date?
Well that's a great question . . . I suppose our last "date" would have been to go to Sonic and Walgreens after T was born! lol!
5. What's your anniversary date?
February 17, 2004
6. Where were you married?
The Justice of the Peace.
7. What was your best/favorite wedding gift and from whom?
Hmmm. How about the decorated wood cutting board from Mary Anderson. It has our names and wedding date routed on it. =)
8. Where did you honeymoon?
No honeymoon. =(
9. What food do you like now because of your spouse?
A lot of cooking shows! That's fair. He now loves steak sans the steak sauce because of me. =)
10. What type of music do you like now because of your spouse?
Matchbox 20 and Incubus.
11. What movie or television program do you like now because of your spouse?
Too many!
12. Favorite PG rated thing you like doing together?
Movies, board games, and puzzles.
13. Last gift you bought your spouse?
Er . . . good question! Probably the electric razor.
14. Last gift your spouse bought you?
She wasn't bought, but he gave me Tori. =)
15. Favorite things about your spouse?
We can be retarded together and he still loves me for it!
16. Something you disagree about:
Video games! And his major dislike for cats.
17. Book that you both like:
He isn't really a "book" person so to speak . . .
18. Worst shared experience?
Now why would I want to go there?
19. Best shared experience?
Making the prettiest baby in the world - and raising her together.
20. One thing you want to do together in the future?
Get the hell out of this state
Six years in February. I think that's 42 in dog years.
2. How long have you been together?
Seven years in March. Egads!
3. Where did you go on your first date?
Faces in town . . . although he didn't know at the time it was a date. =) I asked him later that night to be with me. And he agreed.
4. Where did you go on your latest date?
Well that's a great question . . . I suppose our last "date" would have been to go to Sonic and Walgreens after T was born! lol!
5. What's your anniversary date?
February 17, 2004
6. Where were you married?
The Justice of the Peace.
7. What was your best/favorite wedding gift and from whom?
Hmmm. How about the decorated wood cutting board from Mary Anderson. It has our names and wedding date routed on it. =)
8. Where did you honeymoon?
No honeymoon. =(
9. What food do you like now because of your spouse?
A lot of cooking shows! That's fair. He now loves steak sans the steak sauce because of me. =)
10. What type of music do you like now because of your spouse?
Matchbox 20 and Incubus.
11. What movie or television program do you like now because of your spouse?
Too many!
12. Favorite PG rated thing you like doing together?
Movies, board games, and puzzles.
13. Last gift you bought your spouse?
Er . . . good question! Probably the electric razor.
14. Last gift your spouse bought you?
She wasn't bought, but he gave me Tori. =)
15. Favorite things about your spouse?
We can be retarded together and he still loves me for it!
16. Something you disagree about:
Video games! And his major dislike for cats.
17. Book that you both like:
He isn't really a "book" person so to speak . . .
18. Worst shared experience?
Now why would I want to go there?
19. Best shared experience?
Making the prettiest baby in the world - and raising her together.
20. One thing you want to do together in the future?
Get the hell out of this state
11.05.2009
Adventures in Mommyhood
I was told that I would develop tunnel vision for my little girl once she was born. I was told I wouldn’t be able to think of anything else. I was told that my priorities would change greatly just as soon as she came into the world. I was told that I would never experience a love quite as deeply as that love for my child. I can’t say that I was skeptical, I understood that there was no greater love than that between a mother and her child, but I also didn’t think that my experience would be the same. Even throughout my pregnancy I feared the true emotions I would have once she arrived.
Cue the grand entrance of Miss T . . .
Everyone was right. This little girl quickly became the light of my life.
There were, however, things that no one told me.
No one told me I would smile when I found poo on my hands. No one told me that I could survive for months on end with very broken sleep because her whimper or grunt or cry would give me the energy I needed. No one told me that my heart would almost burst with love when she looked up at me, nipple still in her mouth, and grinned a huge grin.
This little girl, at just under two feet tall, has me in the palm of her hand. And I couldn’t be happier.
Cue the grand entrance of Miss T . . .
Everyone was right. This little girl quickly became the light of my life.
There were, however, things that no one told me.
No one told me I would smile when I found poo on my hands. No one told me that I could survive for months on end with very broken sleep because her whimper or grunt or cry would give me the energy I needed. No one told me that my heart would almost burst with love when she looked up at me, nipple still in her mouth, and grinned a huge grin.
This little girl, at just under two feet tall, has me in the palm of her hand. And I couldn’t be happier.
10.31.2009
Samhain!
Samhain is one of the eight annual festivals, often referred to as 'Sabbats', observed as part of the pagan tradition. It is considered by most pagans to be the most important of the four 'greater Sabbats'. It is generally observed on October 31st in the Northern Hemisphere, starting at sundown. Samhain is considered by some pagans as a time to celebrate the lives of those who have passed on, and it often involves paying respect to ancestors, family members, elders of the faith, friends, pets and other loved ones who have died.
8.06.2009
A brief birthday story . . .
Since I have no idea how much I'll be able to be on or how much I'll be able to write . . .
Sunday at 6:30 a.m. my water broke. J and I headed to the hospital at roughly 4 p.m. By the time we got settled in, the contractions had gotten quite noticeable. By about 6 p.m. I'd gone into what we'll call true labor. I did really well with the breathing exercises I was taught.
At about 9 p.m. the real pain started . . . I had gotten to 6 centimeters when I was sure that I was going to end up hanging from the ceiling from my fingernails. The nurse gave me a low dose of Statol to take the edge off the contractions, so I suppose I didn't have give birth 100% naturally, but folks let me tell you . . . ALL it did was take the edge off, just barely.
J was the most excellent childbirth coach a girl could ask for. He knew exactly when to help me with my breathing, just when to back off, and he knew just when to whisper into my ear "You're doing SO well Baby, we're almost there. We're really close. You've almost done it!"
At 12:07 a.m. T came into this world. There were no complications; we just had to use a bit of caution because the cord was over her neck, but Doc unwrapped it as soon as she was born, no problemo.
She was born 6 lbs. 6 oz. and 18.5 inches long. She's perfect. =) She looks almost like a carbon copy of her dad minus her furrowed brow which is the only recognizable facial feature of mine that she's got! Go figure! She's got my fingers and toes too, though. She's being an excellent baby, only fussy when she absolutely needs something. She's also taken incredibly well to being breast fed. I'm proud of her for learning so quickly. Of course, now my nipples may be the most sore things on the face of the planet but that's ok, too.
So here she is, folks . . . thank you for all of your well-wishes, prayers, thoughts, visits, and love!
Sunday at 6:30 a.m. my water broke. J and I headed to the hospital at roughly 4 p.m. By the time we got settled in, the contractions had gotten quite noticeable. By about 6 p.m. I'd gone into what we'll call true labor. I did really well with the breathing exercises I was taught.
At about 9 p.m. the real pain started . . . I had gotten to 6 centimeters when I was sure that I was going to end up hanging from the ceiling from my fingernails. The nurse gave me a low dose of Statol to take the edge off the contractions, so I suppose I didn't have give birth 100% naturally, but folks let me tell you . . . ALL it did was take the edge off, just barely.
J was the most excellent childbirth coach a girl could ask for. He knew exactly when to help me with my breathing, just when to back off, and he knew just when to whisper into my ear "You're doing SO well Baby, we're almost there. We're really close. You've almost done it!"
At 12:07 a.m. T came into this world. There were no complications; we just had to use a bit of caution because the cord was over her neck, but Doc unwrapped it as soon as she was born, no problemo.
She was born 6 lbs. 6 oz. and 18.5 inches long. She's perfect. =) She looks almost like a carbon copy of her dad minus her furrowed brow which is the only recognizable facial feature of mine that she's got! Go figure! She's got my fingers and toes too, though. She's being an excellent baby, only fussy when she absolutely needs something. She's also taken incredibly well to being breast fed. I'm proud of her for learning so quickly. Of course, now my nipples may be the most sore things on the face of the planet but that's ok, too.
So here she is, folks . . . thank you for all of your well-wishes, prayers, thoughts, visits, and love!
7.21.2009
OK, here's the scoop.
T is messing with her mom.
(Before I go too much farther, here's a warning to the males reading this that I'm going into female-medical-issues, but not in TOO much detail. But consider yourselves warned.)
Friday when I went to the doctor he pronounced me 90% effaced, 1 cm, dilated, and T low in my pelvis, head down, ready to go. I didn't think too much of that until early Sunday morning when I lost my mucus plug. All day Sunday J and I went from store to store and got final things taken care of, small things picked up, and packed our bags for the hospital.
Yesterday (Monday) morning I called the doctor's office just to confirm "So hey - since I lost the plug that means I'm looking at anything from a few hours to a week or so, right?" They wanted me to go to the hospital to Labor and Delivery to get monitored just to make sure. I get to L&D and they find that I am actually contracting and that I'm just over a cm dilated so they tell me I'm in early labor and that I should go home and rest up. By the time I left the hospital, I was feeling the contractions.
I make a big deal of it at work, come home yesterday, and wait. From about 11 am to 12 midnight I experienced contractions between 6 and 10 minutes apart, consistently, but never regular. They never got to 5 minutes apart to get me to go back to the hospital. So, a very tired person, I went to bed. I woke again at 6 this morning and the contractions weren't as often as they had been. I called the doctor's office again expecting to go in and see if I'd at least progressed since yesterday before noon. Instead of bringing me in to check me real quick and give me peace of mind, she set an appointment for me for Friday and said if my water hadn't broken and that if the contractions weren't unbearable I could return to work.
So now . . . with only a couple contractions an hour . . . I have no idea if I made any real progress, if it was just Braxton Hicks (practice contractions, but I wouldn't imagine so with them going on for 24 freaking hours), if it's pre-labor, or what. Thankfully my friend C is a midwife and she's been able to inform me that it's pre-labor, not just false labor, so I feel a little less embarrassed . . . but NOW I've brought my mom up here, a 500 mile trip for her, and uprooted her from her life, I've missed a day and a half of work I can't afford, I'm tired, I'm still contracting (though not much) so I'm not comfortable, and I'm just very . . . very . . . very frustrated.
No, I'm not overly anxious for her to get here after all this, I'm just frustrated because of the uncertainty and because I honestly feel like I've been robbed of that "oh boy we've gotta rush to the hospital" moment. And . . . and . . . and . . . argh.
(Before I go too much farther, here's a warning to the males reading this that I'm going into female-medical-issues, but not in TOO much detail. But consider yourselves warned.)
Friday when I went to the doctor he pronounced me 90% effaced, 1 cm, dilated, and T low in my pelvis, head down, ready to go. I didn't think too much of that until early Sunday morning when I lost my mucus plug. All day Sunday J and I went from store to store and got final things taken care of, small things picked up, and packed our bags for the hospital.
Yesterday (Monday) morning I called the doctor's office just to confirm "So hey - since I lost the plug that means I'm looking at anything from a few hours to a week or so, right?" They wanted me to go to the hospital to Labor and Delivery to get monitored just to make sure. I get to L&D and they find that I am actually contracting and that I'm just over a cm dilated so they tell me I'm in early labor and that I should go home and rest up. By the time I left the hospital, I was feeling the contractions.
I make a big deal of it at work, come home yesterday, and wait. From about 11 am to 12 midnight I experienced contractions between 6 and 10 minutes apart, consistently, but never regular. They never got to 5 minutes apart to get me to go back to the hospital. So, a very tired person, I went to bed. I woke again at 6 this morning and the contractions weren't as often as they had been. I called the doctor's office again expecting to go in and see if I'd at least progressed since yesterday before noon. Instead of bringing me in to check me real quick and give me peace of mind, she set an appointment for me for Friday and said if my water hadn't broken and that if the contractions weren't unbearable I could return to work.
So now . . . with only a couple contractions an hour . . . I have no idea if I made any real progress, if it was just Braxton Hicks (practice contractions, but I wouldn't imagine so with them going on for 24 freaking hours), if it's pre-labor, or what. Thankfully my friend C is a midwife and she's been able to inform me that it's pre-labor, not just false labor, so I feel a little less embarrassed . . . but NOW I've brought my mom up here, a 500 mile trip for her, and uprooted her from her life, I've missed a day and a half of work I can't afford, I'm tired, I'm still contracting (though not much) so I'm not comfortable, and I'm just very . . . very . . . very frustrated.
No, I'm not overly anxious for her to get here after all this, I'm just frustrated because of the uncertainty and because I honestly feel like I've been robbed of that "oh boy we've gotta rush to the hospital" moment. And . . . and . . . and . . . argh.
6.09.2009
Bloggity Blog Blog
Hi there. Preggo here. I know I had dropped off the face of the earth for a while, and I do apologize for that. I think that all I have to say about that is that I’ve had a lot of adjustments to make!
I think the last update that I made was catching up everyone on my new job. (I can’t really remember right now, though, because that’s been forever ago and I’m typing this from work.) Maybe it was the 25 More Reasons for You to Question My Sanity blog. I’m not really certain – “pregnancy brain” has taken me over in a big way. I’m lucky to be able to remember my own name on some days. Most of my conversations consist of “uh . . . well. . . er. . . the thing with the stuff . . .” J has been a fantastic translator most of the time, though I still stump him sometimes.
Back to the point, work is going well. I’ve gotten into the swing of things here and I’m doing relatively well. So far I haven’t made the bossman angry, only slightly perturbed. (Trust me, you know when he’s angry.) For those of you who don’t know (or in case I really didn’t tell you about my job), I’m the receptionist for an engineering firm who is working to bring fiber optic cable to rural areas of the U.S. That’s only 1/10th of my job, however. My largest function is customer service specialist. Ideally I’m supposed to call customers when construction crews have repaired their lawns and make sure they’re happy with the work. Realistically I’m elevated customer support, tracking the complaints, relaying them to the appropriate individuals on the correct projects, and then conferring with those individuals if I hear that the work has not been completed to their satisfaction. I hear some relatively interesting stories. The folks I work with are all pretty cool which is difficult to accomplish in a company of 25+ people. Did I mention that the office is beautiful? It really is.
Annnnd more importantly, everyone has been really helpful and really supportive, especially after finding out that I have a little one expected to be on the way less than seven months after being hired!
Since I got past the morning sickness, I’ve been doing pretty well. I’ve been gaining enough weight but not too much and my blood pressure and circulation have stayed pretty good. I got a scare last week when they gave me a one-hour glucose tolerance test and I failed it with a 168 (140 is high and my personal norm is 100). I had to go back and have a three-hour glucose tolerance test which was absolute hell . . . and apparently I just barely made it through that one by the skin of my teeth. That’s a great warning, though – so I know now that I should be a bit more careful and a bit more selective in what I’m eating, then I should be kosher. Please no gestational diabetes for me!
Most of the time I’m just plain sleepy. Or hungry. At any moment I’m happy to accept a sammich or a nap, but both would be better. The little one has been flipping and turning like crazy. She’s alive in there! It’s still exciting and completely freaky to think about. My poor belly button has ceased to exist. But yay for me, NO STRETCH MARKS yet! My goddess tattoo has been hanging in there too, which I’m frankly surprised and oh-so-excited to see. I was expecting her arms to be reaching to Mars by now.
J and I have gotten her room cleaned up and I’m starting to arrange stuff. My brother-in-law floored us with a ton of gifts (he pretty much cleared my original Target registry plus a few things). I can’t thank him enough . . . everything from a pack n play to a bouncer to a diaper genie and a ton of other handy stuff. My mother in law went for the matching high chair and stroller/car seat combination for us. Thankfully that was the ice-breaker that J needed and he’s agreed to let me send a baby shower invitation to her, so hopefully we’ll be opening the lines of communication with her again. A lot of stuff happened . . . but it’s been a long time, we’ve all had time to think, and it’s time to move on. For those of you who are long distance, if you’d like to see our registries, both are under my name at Target and Wal-Mart.
Of course, emotionally I’ve been all over the place. I’m excited but scared to death. I haven’t envisioned myself a parent for a long, long time – quite the opposite, actually. So when someone changed my plans FOR me, it threw me for quite a loop. There are all the standard parent anxieties too, like “will I screw her up too badly?” but I’m sure that those never go away. For that matter, I’m sure that if I didn’t have those anxieties, then all of you should be seriously concerned. J is THRILLED. He’s literally bouncing off the walls. And he’s been so supportive and helpful. I have absolutely nothing but fantastic things to say about the way he’s adjusting to being a more attentive husband, and I already know he’s going to be an amazing father.
Father’s Day gift ideas anyone?
Well, before this gets any longer . . .
I can’t wait to meet our daughter!
2.28.2009
THIS . . . is what I know.
A week ago today, the world lost an incredible woman.
I’m a strong believer that each of us, no matter how much we despised the school years we were forced to participate in, have had one teacher that inspired us in ways we otherwise would have not been be reached. Even I, “Miss S, who believes she is already grown,” as Mrs. Holmes readily (and honestly) referred to me one day, learned many lessons from this extraordinary educator.
Mrs. Holmes taught me that . . .
- Once you have raised your voice, you have lost the argument.
- And the greatest of these is Love.
- Do not use “so” as a qualifier.
- Family is golden, as are friends, as is honesty.
- Nothing is “basic” – nor should your language be written as such.
- Everyone’s working definitions of words are different – help one another define these working definitions and often common ground, or the ground to disagree at least, would have been found.
- Frasier is hilarious.
- While Mrs. Holmes did not have the physical capability to *actually* hold you kicking and screaming
over the flames of hell, she could still convince you she would. - Everyone is worthy; but don’t go looking into other peoples’ cars when you’re driving in downtown Nashville because you never know who has a gun.
- You must be in senior level English before being allowed to begin a sentence with the word “however”.
- Always prepare yourself for your meeting; thoroughly read the materials used for topic of
discussion and make preparatory notes. - Even ladies of great grace and patience cannot help but giggle at you when you refer to the Bible as
“the Great Novel” in the middle of class.
2.04.2009
25 (More) Reasons for You to Question My Sanity
Rules:
Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25
people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.
(To do this, go to “notes” under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 25 random things, tag
25 people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish.)
1. I’ve just started wearing earrings again after about 10 or 12 years of only wearing them on special occasions.
2. I haven’t dyed my hair since 2004. And I love my silver-greys. Sincerely.
3. My resume competed with roughly 500 others to get me my new job – and won. (With a little help from my sparkling personality and interview skills.)
4. In the last six months, I’ve been thinking a lot about two people who were very dear to me a long, long time ago – both of them that I hurt pretty badly – both of them I feel very badly about.
5. I never thought *this* would happen.
6. As of the 17th of February, I will have been married for five full years.
7. I miss swimming in the creek, jumping hay bales, writing a news story, competing in the High School Speech and Drama League, driving everywhere in my 1991 Buick Skylark, and the promise of a wide-open future.
8. I watch more tv than one would think humanly possible, all thanks to the DVR. DVR – it will change your life. For instance, it means that:
9. My biggest exercise routine consists of lifting and replacing the remote.
10. I’m a spectacularly good shot. The first time I handled a pistol and shotgun, I got an amazing pattern on my targets. I find shooting relaxing and would love to join a shooting range.
11. I am a female who truly is *not* all that interested in owning 50 pairs of shoes (or more). I’m not interested in shopping, either, for that matter.
12. I worked full-time my entire way through college and have absolutely no sympathy for those who quit.
13. I usually brush my teeth in the shower.
14. I wanted to be a DJ from the time I was 12 years old – so much so, in fact, that I was licensed for broadcasting by the FCC by age 14.
15. Want someone to butcher a joke for you? I’m your gal.
16. When I was a small child, all my best friends were over the age of 65. I made one friend my age at 9 but was forbidden to see her. I didn’t make another friend my own age until I was 12.
17. I like to keep a coffee stirrer in my cup of coffee or cocoa so that I can stir it, cool it down, and play with it whenever I’m bored.
18. I am a grammar, punctuation, and spelling Nazi. You should know that if I correct you on a grammar rule, I’ve already looked up the proper usage and would not try and correct you otherwise. It’s one of the two areas in which I’m actually anal – the other being that if I’m not ten minutes early for a meeting / appointment, I feel late.
19. I hate Mexican food. I hate spicy food more.
20. When I was 13, I worked on my elementary / middle school newspaper. When I was 15 I worked on the high school newspaper. When I was 16-17, I worked on the high school newspaper AND produced our small-town community newspaper. When I turned 18, I got lazy and said “Screw this, I have plenty of time to run myself ragged with newspapers in college.” After I entered college, I never touched a newspaper again. And I miss it.
21. Cold weather is my arch nemesis. I define cold weather as anything below 60 degrees. I’m most comfortable when it’s between 75 and 95 degrees outside.
22. Sometimes I miss the “easy” work I used to do – when I could put on six-inch heels and flirt my way to $250 or more (once $1200!) in one night. Then I remember that it was, by no stretch of the imagination, EASY work – it was, in fact, the hardest job I’ve ever done.
23. I don’t like bananas at all – they make my stomach hurt. I do, however, love banana-flavored Laffy Taffy.
24. My fingernails naturally look French-tipped.
25. Sometimes I still count random things – my steps, pencils in a jar, files in a folder. I blame The Count on Sesame Street.
Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25
people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.
(To do this, go to “notes” under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 25 random things, tag
25 people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish.)
1. I’ve just started wearing earrings again after about 10 or 12 years of only wearing them on special occasions.
2. I haven’t dyed my hair since 2004. And I love my silver-greys. Sincerely.
3. My resume competed with roughly 500 others to get me my new job – and won. (With a little help from my sparkling personality and interview skills.)
4. In the last six months, I’ve been thinking a lot about two people who were very dear to me a long, long time ago – both of them that I hurt pretty badly – both of them I feel very badly about.
5. I never thought *this* would happen.
6. As of the 17th of February, I will have been married for five full years.
7. I miss swimming in the creek, jumping hay bales, writing a news story, competing in the High School Speech and Drama League, driving everywhere in my 1991 Buick Skylark, and the promise of a wide-open future.
8. I watch more tv than one would think humanly possible, all thanks to the DVR. DVR – it will change your life. For instance, it means that:
9. My biggest exercise routine consists of lifting and replacing the remote.
10. I’m a spectacularly good shot. The first time I handled a pistol and shotgun, I got an amazing pattern on my targets. I find shooting relaxing and would love to join a shooting range.
11. I am a female who truly is *not* all that interested in owning 50 pairs of shoes (or more). I’m not interested in shopping, either, for that matter.
12. I worked full-time my entire way through college and have absolutely no sympathy for those who quit.
13. I usually brush my teeth in the shower.
14. I wanted to be a DJ from the time I was 12 years old – so much so, in fact, that I was licensed for broadcasting by the FCC by age 14.
15. Want someone to butcher a joke for you? I’m your gal.
16. When I was a small child, all my best friends were over the age of 65. I made one friend my age at 9 but was forbidden to see her. I didn’t make another friend my own age until I was 12.
17. I like to keep a coffee stirrer in my cup of coffee or cocoa so that I can stir it, cool it down, and play with it whenever I’m bored.
18. I am a grammar, punctuation, and spelling Nazi. You should know that if I correct you on a grammar rule, I’ve already looked up the proper usage and would not try and correct you otherwise. It’s one of the two areas in which I’m actually anal – the other being that if I’m not ten minutes early for a meeting / appointment, I feel late.
19. I hate Mexican food. I hate spicy food more.
20. When I was 13, I worked on my elementary / middle school newspaper. When I was 15 I worked on the high school newspaper. When I was 16-17, I worked on the high school newspaper AND produced our small-town community newspaper. When I turned 18, I got lazy and said “Screw this, I have plenty of time to run myself ragged with newspapers in college.” After I entered college, I never touched a newspaper again. And I miss it.
21. Cold weather is my arch nemesis. I define cold weather as anything below 60 degrees. I’m most comfortable when it’s between 75 and 95 degrees outside.
22. Sometimes I miss the “easy” work I used to do – when I could put on six-inch heels and flirt my way to $250 or more (once $1200!) in one night. Then I remember that it was, by no stretch of the imagination, EASY work – it was, in fact, the hardest job I’ve ever done.
23. I don’t like bananas at all – they make my stomach hurt. I do, however, love banana-flavored Laffy Taffy.
24. My fingernails naturally look French-tipped.
25. Sometimes I still count random things – my steps, pencils in a jar, files in a folder. I blame The Count on Sesame Street.
1.20.2009
Woo-freakin'-hoo!
Ladies and gents, it could not have come at a more appropriate time.
I had curled up in the bed and been catnapping for about 45 minutes after reveling in the miracle of a capable man being inaugurated into the White House when I got a phone call . . .
I got a job here in town. Yaaaay for no freakin' commute! My pay will only be about 65% of what it was before I got laid off, but it looks like that's just out of my hands with the economy the way it is. At least I'm employed . . . and just in the nick of time, too. My unemployment runs out NEXT WEEK.
I'll be a Customer Service Rep for an engineering firm. I'll be dealing with customer complaints and getting them resolved as well as other administrative duties within the organization. They work rather odd hours since they're an engineering firm (7-5 M-Th and 7-11 on Fri) and the boss still isn't sure EXACTLY what my position will look like (that's ok, been there before!). "We'll play it by ear," he said.
I do know that they have benefits though I don't know at this point what or how much or even if they pay for them. I should find out in the next day or two when I receive an info packet in the mail to have filled out when I start at 8 a.m. Monday.
Wish me luck, guys!
I had curled up in the bed and been catnapping for about 45 minutes after reveling in the miracle of a capable man being inaugurated into the White House when I got a phone call . . .
I got a job here in town. Yaaaay for no freakin' commute! My pay will only be about 65% of what it was before I got laid off, but it looks like that's just out of my hands with the economy the way it is. At least I'm employed . . . and just in the nick of time, too. My unemployment runs out NEXT WEEK.
I'll be a Customer Service Rep for an engineering firm. I'll be dealing with customer complaints and getting them resolved as well as other administrative duties within the organization. They work rather odd hours since they're an engineering firm (7-5 M-Th and 7-11 on Fri) and the boss still isn't sure EXACTLY what my position will look like (that's ok, been there before!). "We'll play it by ear," he said.
I do know that they have benefits though I don't know at this point what or how much or even if they pay for them. I should find out in the next day or two when I receive an info packet in the mail to have filled out when I start at 8 a.m. Monday.
Wish me luck, guys!
1.15.2009
I have news!
You might want to sit down for this one. Some of you have already found out in dealing with me during about the last month and a half, but I wanted to keep this a secret until things were more sure.
We would have never expected it in about a thousand years, but . . . I'm pregnant. =)
As of Sunday(ish), I'll be 12 weeks along. My due date is (gasp!) August 7th. I'm a glutton for punishment to be most pregnant during the hottest months of the year, yeah?
J and I are thrilled. He's wanted kids for a long time, I just haven't been ready. To tell you the truth, I'm not sure I'm ready now, but I think that may be a good thing. I'm sure over-confidence can't be great in parenting.
The first few weeks after I found out, I was terribly sick, and couldn't go much of anywhere. J took very good care of me - ran the errands, did the mundane, cooked for me whenever I *thought* I could eat. Thankfully I'm pulling out of that, and with vitamins, right diet, and anti-nausea medicine, I'm managing my symptoms much better.
At this point I'm sleeping ALL the time. And I'm enjoying it. =)
Well there you go . . . I suppose that's all I'll write for now so that you can have a chance to get over the shock value. HA!
We would have never expected it in about a thousand years, but . . . I'm pregnant. =)
As of Sunday(ish), I'll be 12 weeks along. My due date is (gasp!) August 7th. I'm a glutton for punishment to be most pregnant during the hottest months of the year, yeah?
J and I are thrilled. He's wanted kids for a long time, I just haven't been ready. To tell you the truth, I'm not sure I'm ready now, but I think that may be a good thing. I'm sure over-confidence can't be great in parenting.
The first few weeks after I found out, I was terribly sick, and couldn't go much of anywhere. J took very good care of me - ran the errands, did the mundane, cooked for me whenever I *thought* I could eat. Thankfully I'm pulling out of that, and with vitamins, right diet, and anti-nausea medicine, I'm managing my symptoms much better.
At this point I'm sleeping ALL the time. And I'm enjoying it. =)
Well there you go . . . I suppose that's all I'll write for now so that you can have a chance to get over the shock value. HA!
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