- Have a cold that includes a sinus pressure headache
- Decide to do homework for another class that isn't due for 5 days
- Watch the Movie Waitress with the Commentary option on, on the laptop
- Look up the Wikipedia page for the writer and director of Waitress, who was murdered before it was released
- Have the 6 hour documentary of Monty Python: Almost the Truth on mute on the TV
- Deliberately try to run the battery down on iPhone by running the iPod on it
- Check to see what song is playing on iPhone over and over
- Help the husband make a list for Costco
- Check out Twitter
- Take naps induced by Non-Drowsy Sudafed
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Showing posts with label class. Show all posts
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Tasks that will distract you from completing a 5 page paper due in 24 hours
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
A post; An act to ignore an assignment due tomorrow
Will this be a cheater post; a post of BULLITS?
I haven't posted in a while so take what you get, said in the kindest of way.
I haven't posted in a while so take what you get, said in the kindest of way.
- The arthritis situation is not so wonderful lately. I keep telling myself that I've have endured much much worse. It is what it is but its also an inconvenience and annoyance.
- I made a new friend. Another attempt to trust. Go me! He's a guy, which is good because I seem to get along with guys better, he's my age, in fact 1 1/2 months older than me, and we are very much alike. Except for his job hating attitude and the marriage that needs work. I like my job and love my husband very much. At least we can be sarcastic and like Star Wars together. AND he appreciates a bombay sapphire gin martini. Always a plus in my book.
- A vacation is planned to Catalina and we are finalizing a trip to Colorado later this year.
- I found out that I'm finally graduating this summer in August. That is if they don't cancel my class due to no enough students registering for them. My advisor has promised to find something to replace them. She better come through. I can't stand going to class anymore.
- I'm going to Lady Gaga. That's important.
- I made friends with the 26 year old 6'6" Bosnian in my Migration & Culture class. Now that we are friends, I have more of an opportunity to hear his accent. Yay for me!
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Hello 2010. Where is my jetpack?
OMG look I'm posting something.
I've already said this before; I just don't feel comfortable telling EVERTHING about what I'm thinking. I'm pretty hermit-y and I can write a few amusing things on my Facebook status but not what I really want to say. This space is what I was hoping to do with that but....
See, a friend of mine, someone from, gosh, a decade and a half ago, wrote way too much in his blog and I can't seem to shake the impression of that person trying to find his way. I guess writing in my own space should make me understand that we all function at the proper society acceptable level and we don't REALLY dwell on the subject that we choose to write about every minute of the day. Its just something that you want to flesh out in print and be done with it (or at least that's what I do) but writing too much about what I'm thinking might give the wrong impression, just as it has with the friend mentioned. Does this make sense?
Anyway...
Here are a few things that I'm THINKING about but don't DWELL ON.
I'm way too hermit-y and I have days where I think that that is just fine and somedays that I feel that I should probably be more proactive in keeping those connections that I want, connected.
This is coming from, (once again) a girl who has decided that we are BFF's. Ok I'm forty. She is 27 and she talks to me like we are 15. I'm not a girly girl so don't "sugar" and "honey" me. Its fine every once in a while but JESUS CHRIST ON A POGO STICK stop doing it at every contact. She also kept calling me on school nights. I don't like chatting on the phone. Over dinner, great! and me repeatedly saying that I didn't pick up because I won't on school nights, never registered with her. And she invited herself along to my real BFF's movie night and a "just Dave and Anne" night. Yes, i'm overreacting but I can do that with my personal time.
On the flip side, I wish I would make more time for my friends, (everyone else besides this girl, to clarify). School is exhausting for me and I just haven't made the effort to step out more with those I see 1 or 2 times a year.
I will be finished with my bachelor's this summer (if the classes are available ::crosses fingers::) so then I can take a break before I do a second bachelor's or masters's.
I'll keep trying to be more social 2010.
I'm also going to continue to write here. That mean's I'm stopping and will continue posting with the other stuff I'm thinking about.
I've already said this before; I just don't feel comfortable telling EVERTHING about what I'm thinking. I'm pretty hermit-y and I can write a few amusing things on my Facebook status but not what I really want to say. This space is what I was hoping to do with that but....
See, a friend of mine, someone from, gosh, a decade and a half ago, wrote way too much in his blog and I can't seem to shake the impression of that person trying to find his way. I guess writing in my own space should make me understand that we all function at the proper society acceptable level and we don't REALLY dwell on the subject that we choose to write about every minute of the day. Its just something that you want to flesh out in print and be done with it (or at least that's what I do) but writing too much about what I'm thinking might give the wrong impression, just as it has with the friend mentioned. Does this make sense?
Anyway...
Here are a few things that I'm THINKING about but don't DWELL ON.
I'm way too hermit-y and I have days where I think that that is just fine and somedays that I feel that I should probably be more proactive in keeping those connections that I want, connected.
This is coming from, (once again) a girl who has decided that we are BFF's. Ok I'm forty. She is 27 and she talks to me like we are 15. I'm not a girly girl so don't "sugar" and "honey" me. Its fine every once in a while but JESUS CHRIST ON A POGO STICK stop doing it at every contact. She also kept calling me on school nights. I don't like chatting on the phone. Over dinner, great! and me repeatedly saying that I didn't pick up because I won't on school nights, never registered with her. And she invited herself along to my real BFF's movie night and a "just Dave and Anne" night. Yes, i'm overreacting but I can do that with my personal time.
On the flip side, I wish I would make more time for my friends, (everyone else besides this girl, to clarify). School is exhausting for me and I just haven't made the effort to step out more with those I see 1 or 2 times a year.
I will be finished with my bachelor's this summer (if the classes are available ::crosses fingers::) so then I can take a break before I do a second bachelor's or masters's.
I'll keep trying to be more social 2010.
I'm also going to continue to write here. That mean's I'm stopping and will continue posting with the other stuff I'm thinking about.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Normal
Ah Sunday, still my favorite day of the week.
I wish that I had something exciting to report but its the same old, same old around here.
I'm still working for that darn bachelor's. At the moment I'm in an internet class, Social Anthropology. I was wondering when I was going to read "Yanomamö, during my college career and its here already. I have about 5 classes until I'm done. The trouble is finding the classes I need to fit my work schedule.
Works good, nothing to report there. No other activity from the girl who who wanted to be my best friend. I tend to stay out of her way. I do hear that she's backed off from others, as well.
I've been a little more social than normal, and I don't really like it. I've met some girls after work for movies, cocktails and dinner more that a few times in the last couple of weeks. I really like these people but I sooo love my solitude, I feel like I'm impatient, waiting for the time to go home. Yeah, I know that it sets me up for my eventual end; dying alone 2 weeks before the neighbors report me missing and they find my 30 cats have eaten my face. I already came to terms with that end in my angsty teenage years. I'm happy not being bothered. Dave is just fine about this by the way. He has many outside interest that keeps him occupied when I want to stay home. As long as he comes home with coffee for me when he returns, he gets to do what he wants, mostly.
Saturday, was spent with the BFF and Ginger (the red-headed BFF's husband) at cocktails and then a movie. Our bartender, Mixtress Melissa, is a new transplant from Idaho. She shared the same views on non-God and non-Children so we invited her and her husband Andrew to see The Hangover, and they happily accepted. Before, the arrival of Andrew, we girls started talking about boys from our past. Well, mostly because Melissa is young, newly married and has very small issues about marriage and love that we've all had. Not much to say, really, I had a handful of boyfriends, only one really good one, and then I got married to the one that I was supposed to marry. Supposed to, meaning, timing, trust, love, lives in Phoenix and won't move, my mother liked him a lot. It was a good start and only got better. The point is me rehashing what worked and what didn't isn't going to help someone else. Just like I did, you need to live it and take away what you need to, to leave or stay and make it work.
And The Hangover I loved. If you see it, you will know exactly how disturbed an individual I am. After it ended, I said that we need to watch this every Christmas.
I wish that I had something exciting to report but its the same old, same old around here.
I'm still working for that darn bachelor's. At the moment I'm in an internet class, Social Anthropology. I was wondering when I was going to read "Yanomamö, during my college career and its here already. I have about 5 classes until I'm done. The trouble is finding the classes I need to fit my work schedule.
Works good, nothing to report there. No other activity from the girl who who wanted to be my best friend. I tend to stay out of her way. I do hear that she's backed off from others, as well.
I've been a little more social than normal, and I don't really like it. I've met some girls after work for movies, cocktails and dinner more that a few times in the last couple of weeks. I really like these people but I sooo love my solitude, I feel like I'm impatient, waiting for the time to go home. Yeah, I know that it sets me up for my eventual end; dying alone 2 weeks before the neighbors report me missing and they find my 30 cats have eaten my face. I already came to terms with that end in my angsty teenage years. I'm happy not being bothered. Dave is just fine about this by the way. He has many outside interest that keeps him occupied when I want to stay home. As long as he comes home with coffee for me when he returns, he gets to do what he wants, mostly.
Saturday, was spent with the BFF and Ginger (the red-headed BFF's husband) at cocktails and then a movie. Our bartender, Mixtress Melissa, is a new transplant from Idaho. She shared the same views on non-God and non-Children so we invited her and her husband Andrew to see The Hangover, and they happily accepted. Before, the arrival of Andrew, we girls started talking about boys from our past. Well, mostly because Melissa is young, newly married and has very small issues about marriage and love that we've all had. Not much to say, really, I had a handful of boyfriends, only one really good one, and then I got married to the one that I was supposed to marry. Supposed to, meaning, timing, trust, love, lives in Phoenix and won't move, my mother liked him a lot. It was a good start and only got better. The point is me rehashing what worked and what didn't isn't going to help someone else. Just like I did, you need to live it and take away what you need to, to leave or stay and make it work.
And The Hangover I loved. If you see it, you will know exactly how disturbed an individual I am. After it ended, I said that we need to watch this every Christmas.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
I am so freaking tired
Bloody hell, I'm beat
I neglected to finish my homework for this evening so last night I stayed after class, went to the library and stayed til 11pm to complete the assignment.
This where I know I'm not invincible. I felt like I hadn't slept a wink waking up. I was assisting a new employee today, I was basically a person sitting nearby to answer questions. Torturous when all you want to do is sleep.
Two things brightened my day.
Toddster has a new haircut and he looks quite cute. He came by to say hello when I was waiting my turn to get a sandwich made. He said hello by blowing on my neck. We discussed the gang coming over to the house in a few weekends. We have to use the patio before Spring starts and the temperatures climb into the 90's
Professor Hottie paused in front of me, tilted his head slightly and smiled, inhaled, exhaled and handed me my test (96%! its because I'm awesome). It was all in slow motion. sigh. Well..it felt like it was in slow motions to me.
I neglected to finish my homework for this evening so last night I stayed after class, went to the library and stayed til 11pm to complete the assignment.
This where I know I'm not invincible. I felt like I hadn't slept a wink waking up. I was assisting a new employee today, I was basically a person sitting nearby to answer questions. Torturous when all you want to do is sleep.
Two things brightened my day.
Toddster has a new haircut and he looks quite cute. He came by to say hello when I was waiting my turn to get a sandwich made. He said hello by blowing on my neck. We discussed the gang coming over to the house in a few weekends. We have to use the patio before Spring starts and the temperatures climb into the 90's
Professor Hottie paused in front of me, tilted his head slightly and smiled, inhaled, exhaled and handed me my test (96%! its because I'm awesome). It was all in slow motion. sigh. Well..it felt like it was in slow motions to me.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
oops
uh
eh hem
...I think I made someone drop the world politics class I'm in because he thinks I'm mean...
...sorry...
eh hem
...I think I made someone drop the world politics class I'm in because he thinks I'm mean...
...sorry...
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Philosophy by Monty Python
I kept thinking of this song in my summer classes and now it popped in tonight, trying to stay awake.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
first day in class
I like nerds.
I've covered this before.
My professor has exceeded my nerd tolerance level.
He is Mr. Ponytail, pidgeon chested, clears his throat every 30 seconds guy.
So, he's not hot and I fell asleep in class. Oops.
Maybe Thursdays will be better.
I've covered this before.
My professor has exceeded my nerd tolerance level.
He is Mr. Ponytail, pidgeon chested, clears his throat every 30 seconds guy.
So, he's not hot and I fell asleep in class. Oops.
Maybe Thursdays will be better.
Monday, August 25, 2008
It's Raining! Yeah!
Yeah!!!! I love summer rain. (Phoenix summer rain)
It was over 100 degrees and now the reading on my blog (check it out, it's on the right) says that its 88!!!!
I just completed my first assignment for the Death class. We had to post our earliest memory of death affecting our lives on the discussion boards. The other students wrote about grandparents, accidents, suicides and pets. Mine was basically,
So, yeah, I'm different.
Busy, busy weekend.
The birthday lunch was lots-o-fun. One of the guys in the party suggested a restaurant that I really thought had terrible food. Apparently when I suggested an alternative he had a hissy fit witnessed by his husband. I was on the beach when I got the email that he had sent, in his disbelief that we wouldn't go to his restaurant, and wished that Greg was with us, chilling on the beach instead of angry in Phoenix. Well, I'm glad the food was amazing or we would have never heard the end of it. In fact he wants us to go back for the next one. Big sigh of relief.
I had to attend a BBQ at the boss' house. It was ok but not my thing. Children were invited, so lots of interruptions happened when I was talking to co-workers/parents. We left after a couple of hours and headed to one of my friends houses, near by. We got home at 2am and Dave was very unhappy since he had a bike ride the next morning and had to wake up 3 hours later. When he got home and I asked him to go get us coffee and struedels from Einsten's, he was a little exasperated with me.
He took a nap and I made myself french toast.
It was over 100 degrees and now the reading on my blog (check it out, it's on the right) says that its 88!!!!
I just completed my first assignment for the Death class. We had to post our earliest memory of death affecting our lives on the discussion boards. The other students wrote about grandparents, accidents, suicides and pets. Mine was basically,
"I've been to over a hundred different traditional native american wakes where we told really bad jokes, danced around the body, ate lots of really good chili stew and homemade tortillas and then cremated the departed on a pile of logs. My first memory was probably at about 3 or 4. The last one I went to was in 2006."
"I'm sorry about your hamster, Hammy"
So, yeah, I'm different.
Busy, busy weekend.
The birthday lunch was lots-o-fun. One of the guys in the party suggested a restaurant that I really thought had terrible food. Apparently when I suggested an alternative he had a hissy fit witnessed by his husband. I was on the beach when I got the email that he had sent, in his disbelief that we wouldn't go to his restaurant, and wished that Greg was with us, chilling on the beach instead of angry in Phoenix. Well, I'm glad the food was amazing or we would have never heard the end of it. In fact he wants us to go back for the next one. Big sigh of relief.
I had to attend a BBQ at the boss' house. It was ok but not my thing. Children were invited, so lots of interruptions happened when I was talking to co-workers/parents. We left after a couple of hours and headed to one of my friends houses, near by. We got home at 2am and Dave was very unhappy since he had a bike ride the next morning and had to wake up 3 hours later. When he got home and I asked him to go get us coffee and struedels from Einsten's, he was a little exasperated with me.
He took a nap and I made myself french toast.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
idle chatter
what to say, what to say?
Well, luckily I just received an email from a cute, nice boy SECONDS ago. Hi! Ryan. Very cute boy, indeed...He's the prettiest 24 year old I know.
I think he's the only 24 year old I know...
Anyway, an American boy with dark brown hair will always catch my eye.
moving on
Well, my vacation, not sure what to say about that. It was amazing...wish you were here...I thought of many people I wished I could share the experience with but then really enjoyed the time alone with my sweetie. I can't believe I am with someone who is in his forties! Ok he is 1 week into his forties, but I am still in my thirties and that's what matters.
So a few highlights...
It was a lovely week and I am going back the next chance I get.
The fall semester starts on Monday. I am taking Interdisciplinary Approaches to Social and Behavioral Sciences and Death and Dying in Cross-Cultural Perspective.
This school thing is turning out to be easier than I thought. Well, there is one problem. That problem would be me and my procrastination. I will do any other task except for my homework and then try and complete that at the very last minute.
I also rely on my recall skills way too much. I passed my Cultural Diversity Exams with just attending the lectures and hardly reading the text. In fact I got an "A+" for the class. (Remember professor hottie?) This builds too much confidence in the fact that I can pass without really doing any real studying. I sense that I will crash and burn at some point.
Or will I?
This weekend is busy, again. Friday, I have dinner planned with friends, Saturday I have the family birthday lunch and then a party in the evening. My last of the festivities before I retreat back into my cave and not emerge until the winter break.
Well, luckily I just received an email from a cute, nice boy SECONDS ago. Hi! Ryan. Very cute boy, indeed...He's the prettiest 24 year old I know.
I think he's the only 24 year old I know...
Anyway, an American boy with dark brown hair will always catch my eye.
moving on
Well, my vacation, not sure what to say about that. It was amazing...wish you were here...I thought of many people I wished I could share the experience with but then really enjoyed the time alone with my sweetie. I can't believe I am with someone who is in his forties! Ok he is 1 week into his forties, but I am still in my thirties and that's what matters.
So a few highlights...
- I made Dave listen to Dr. Horrible in the car on our trip to the coast.
- We found a shop in Old Town San Diego run by a girl who dresses like Frida Kahlo. 80% of her store were items pertaining to the Day of the Dead. My BFF loves that stuff, so I was able to pick out quite a few good gifts for her and my sisters.
- We saw dolphins greeting surfers, one evening. No shark bites witnessed, as I had hoped. sigh.
- Dave got to rent a segway, which he had always wanted to do.
- and was sung to by a mariachi band!...oh wait he didn't like that. He didn't like that at all...
- My last night was spent on the rooftop of an ocean side bar with a Journey cover band playing.
It was a lovely week and I am going back the next chance I get.
The fall semester starts on Monday. I am taking Interdisciplinary Approaches to Social and Behavioral Sciences and Death and Dying in Cross-Cultural Perspective.
This school thing is turning out to be easier than I thought. Well, there is one problem. That problem would be me and my procrastination. I will do any other task except for my homework and then try and complete that at the very last minute.
I also rely on my recall skills way too much. I passed my Cultural Diversity Exams with just attending the lectures and hardly reading the text. In fact I got an "A+" for the class. (Remember professor hottie?) This builds too much confidence in the fact that I can pass without really doing any real studying. I sense that I will crash and burn at some point.
Or will I?
This weekend is busy, again. Friday, I have dinner planned with friends, Saturday I have the family birthday lunch and then a party in the evening. My last of the festivities before I retreat back into my cave and not emerge until the winter break.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
coffee in the morning
I'm sure lots of people have heard of a football widow. Me? I'm the Tour De France widow. I've been up since 7am. I made breakfast and Dave made the coffee. After a small tv remote battle, Dave made it pretty clear that he had no interest in watching Notes on a Scandal. He's downstairs watching the tour and I am now upstairs writing this and listening to Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-Long Blog.
It's the last day to see it free so make sure that you see it! It so appeals to that teenage drama nerd inside of me. I love you NPH! "the hammer is my penis" LOVE THIS FAN SITE! I just tried order a Dr. Horrible t-shirt and they are already sold out.
So the Tour lasts a month and I am just blown away by the physical feat that those teams go through, but I just want to see the last day when they bike into Paris. It was different when Jan Ullrich or Floyd Landis were riding, since they were my favorites, but no favorites this year, so no interest for me. Anyway...for the month, He will be downstairs and I will amuse myself by hanging out up here, with my own tv and the computer.
I found this little gem this morning.
Paul Rudd competing in a speech tournament in High School. Ah the Speech Tournement, it does bring back memories. Oh the boys performing, from the others school, were so cute and talented. Not from my school. (ok, my school was State Champions so I will concede that they were talented) but I knew the boys from our school and knew they could be jerks. The after tournament party was always good for people watching.
I have an hour and a half of slack, then I'm heading to the library to start my midterm essay due on Friday. I really love the class. It's Religion and Moral Issues. The overview on moral philosophies is what I really like but what I don't like is the others in the class who have turned out to be extremely religious. They love to fill up our discussions on how their point of view is the right way. Ah, the devout crack me up. Their arguments are mostly to discount any views not theirs. I've been threatened with the fiery damnation of hell. ha ha ha.
It's the last day to see it free so make sure that you see it! It so appeals to that teenage drama nerd inside of me. I love you NPH! "the hammer is my penis" LOVE THIS FAN SITE! I just tried order a Dr. Horrible t-shirt and they are already sold out.
So the Tour lasts a month and I am just blown away by the physical feat that those teams go through, but I just want to see the last day when they bike into Paris. It was different when Jan Ullrich or Floyd Landis were riding, since they were my favorites, but no favorites this year, so no interest for me. Anyway...for the month, He will be downstairs and I will amuse myself by hanging out up here, with my own tv and the computer.
I found this little gem this morning.
Paul Rudd competing in a speech tournament in High School. Ah the Speech Tournement, it does bring back memories. Oh the boys performing, from the others school, were so cute and talented. Not from my school. (ok, my school was State Champions so I will concede that they were talented) but I knew the boys from our school and knew they could be jerks. The after tournament party was always good for people watching.
I have an hour and a half of slack, then I'm heading to the library to start my midterm essay due on Friday. I really love the class. It's Religion and Moral Issues. The overview on moral philosophies is what I really like but what I don't like is the others in the class who have turned out to be extremely religious. They love to fill up our discussions on how their point of view is the right way. Ah, the devout crack me up. Their arguments are mostly to discount any views not theirs. I've been threatened with the fiery damnation of hell. ha ha ha.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Not Carpooling
Dave and I began to carpool to work and I've really enjoyed the drive to and from with him. He's now out of training and his schedule has changed. The time he leaves doesn't give me enough time to get to school so for now we will drive separately on Mondays.
I'm driving home alone for the first time in two months when this song comes on the radio.
I really enjoy a good love song. It brings vision of my sweet baby and I walking on beaches and sharing a laugh in a hammock or whatever little "sweet" scenerio that you or I can think of.
Dammit, this song, like so many others, is now connected with an advertisment or a chick movie. I start singing along thinking of Dave and then I had visions of that white haired guy trying to get couples to meet up at his christian dating site.
I put in my songs about jane cd and that just brought up memories of man/boys that were not good for me and best forgetten. I do love that cd, though, its beautiful in its pain, mr adam levine.
I love you sweet dave
I was reading this site tonight about secrets. I found it interesting that many shared the same secret.
I'm driving home alone for the first time in two months when this song comes on the radio.
I really enjoy a good love song. It brings vision of my sweet baby and I walking on beaches and sharing a laugh in a hammock or whatever little "sweet" scenerio that you or I can think of.
Dammit, this song, like so many others, is now connected with an advertisment or a chick movie. I start singing along thinking of Dave and then I had visions of that white haired guy trying to get couples to meet up at his christian dating site.
I put in my songs about jane cd and that just brought up memories of man/boys that were not good for me and best forgetten. I do love that cd, though, its beautiful in its pain, mr adam levine.
I love you sweet dave
I was reading this site tonight about secrets. I found it interesting that many shared the same secret.
Monday, October 29, 2007
after school drive home
so this is dignified. I'm driving home and start singing to the radio and chair dancing to these lyrics.
When I first saw your man
he was really fine
He had a natural shake
it was so devine
He had a red marcadees vat it was dropped down low
good and striped with a vutchie red top and a boom in the trunk
He kissed me on my cheek and you know
thats all he got
now he calls me every night
sayin I like you alot!
Boom! I got your boyfriend
I got your man
Boom! I got your boyfriend
I got your man
Boom!I got your boyfriend
I got your man
Boom! I got your boyfriend
I got your man
I dreaded going to class and wanted to skip it since, once again, I am not studying and I guess that is not something that you want to do in a foreign language class. The word for lazy in Italiano is Pigra, when you are referring to me, which is what the professor did. I'm not embarrased by the truth. But my procrastination gene has served me well. I was miraculously able to answer her questions and the homework questions we are discussing even though I didn't do the exercises. Yes, I will get a low "B" but will I have learned anything? I can just imagine her frustration with me in Italian 102 in the spring.
its 10pm, my bed time
buona notte
Sunday, October 21, 2007
musings
| Your Kissing Purity Score: 17% Pure |
 For you, it's all kiss and no talk. You're in a permanent lip lock. |
| You Are 20% Pure |
 You've either done it, thought about it, or at least heard about it. Luckily, there's a few things left for you to try! |
I was feeling a little ordinary and normal this weekend. I was thinking about what I wanted to write here, in this online journal, and I must say that my days are uneventful.
I took the above quizzes just to see what they'd asked and with most of the quesions I answered, I thought "yeah, who hasn't?" I guess the difference is that I don't do those things now,...well some of them...heh heh
I'm not as forthcoming with information that some brave souls are in there own spaces on the net, but in the past year, things have been really really non-exciting.
I did drop a few friends this last year that were filled with drama and not that I didn't love them but I can only take up to about 20 years of your selfish, vain, it's not my fault that my life is in the shitter attitude. (yeah it is!) There are other cities besides Phoenix, pick one and start over.
If I'm still taking your emails or phonecalls, please be assured that I'm not talking about you. I love you! you are the wind beneath my wings and don't you forget it!
My final yesterday went really well and I scored an 88% on a MATH final! I hate math and only have gotten Cs or lower in the past, so I'm pretty proud of myself. I think that I may have gotten an A for the class but will have to wait and see if the instructor will spot me a point.
Dave and I just had our 9th wedding anniversary on the 17th. It was uneventful because we are in a non-spending mode at the moment. We have big plans for next year though. If anyone knows about an exciting get away let me know. So far it looks like we might go to Oregon or Washington.
My sister gave me some ideas for Dave's birthday party next year and it seems promising. Something about a downtown bar that has a roof top patio we could maybe rent out. I think that might be too hot for an August party but we'll have to take a look at it. I did like the party they had at Coach and Willies so that's a possibility too.
Really, this is just sad...I have no drama to write about and who wants a tame blog. I should have started writing a couple of years ago when I would have had lots to write about and dammit my life is just perfect now. sigh...
(confession time...well...actually there was one but its hidden away with my stupid choices made in the past)
Sunday, October 14, 2007
sorry about the late update
as usual, not much is going on in our house on sunday. We've both been studying alot. Dave for his new job and me, I finished my essay midterm exam and submitted via internet for my class about indians in the south west united states. I'm supposed to be studying for my italian exam for tomorrow but I had to take a little break.
So far the little break turned into a trip to the grocery store, a stop by Cost Plus and the purchase of 11 bottles of wine and now I'm watching Everything is Illuminated and drinking a beer, a Harp, of course. Boy, Spidey is talented.
I'm a very dedicated student.
I think that I should be a little sad today as last night probably was the end of a friendship but I guess that i knew that we hadn't really been friends for a very long time. This friends birthday was yesterday and through our sporatic communication, I was asked to join the night out and then we never called each other again. I'm not sad that it is finally gone, I'm trying to think if there is anything at that house that belongs to me... For the last 3-4 years we've tried but we could go 3-4 months and then our catch up conversations would be "did I mention that I had surgery?" I would be more than happy to talk to this person again and hang out but it's just not the same. I won't expect a call anytime soon or ever.
It seems to be this way, letting go of those you felt were important to you in your twenties and are not now as you approach forty. I'm just not fulfilled by drinking as much as possible and watching the single people take home a new stranger for the night or watch the drama of another bad boy. It's fine if you want to do it and more power to you; you go on with your bad self, but I want to enjoy my cocktail, beer or glass of wine in a kind of quiet setting and talk about ridiculous things.
**tips a forty for homies no longer with us**
So back to the 11 bottles of wine. I am hosting the "family" birthday on the 3rd and I had to make sure we had enough wine. I think its about a bottle per person and 1 more just in case.
I have to make an appointment to get the carpets clean, scrub the bathrooms and makes sure that we have enough chairs to sit around a fire pit on the porch. Lots of planning but a night of fun before the Holidays roll around will be great.
So far the little break turned into a trip to the grocery store, a stop by Cost Plus and the purchase of 11 bottles of wine and now I'm watching Everything is Illuminated and drinking a beer, a Harp, of course. Boy, Spidey is talented.
I'm a very dedicated student.
I think that I should be a little sad today as last night probably was the end of a friendship but I guess that i knew that we hadn't really been friends for a very long time. This friends birthday was yesterday and through our sporatic communication, I was asked to join the night out and then we never called each other again. I'm not sad that it is finally gone, I'm trying to think if there is anything at that house that belongs to me... For the last 3-4 years we've tried but we could go 3-4 months and then our catch up conversations would be "did I mention that I had surgery?" I would be more than happy to talk to this person again and hang out but it's just not the same. I won't expect a call anytime soon or ever.
It seems to be this way, letting go of those you felt were important to you in your twenties and are not now as you approach forty. I'm just not fulfilled by drinking as much as possible and watching the single people take home a new stranger for the night or watch the drama of another bad boy. It's fine if you want to do it and more power to you; you go on with your bad self, but I want to enjoy my cocktail, beer or glass of wine in a kind of quiet setting and talk about ridiculous things.
**tips a forty for homies no longer with us**
So back to the 11 bottles of wine. I am hosting the "family" birthday on the 3rd and I had to make sure we had enough wine. I think its about a bottle per person and 1 more just in case.
I have to make an appointment to get the carpets clean, scrub the bathrooms and makes sure that we have enough chairs to sit around a fire pit on the porch. Lots of planning but a night of fun before the Holidays roll around will be great.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
I have a paper due at 9pm pst
and I haven't started and I've watched this 3 times...
The end of Six Feet Under (I referenced this in June, in this post)
and
The end of Strictly Ballroom
The end of Six Feet Under (I referenced this in June, in this post)
and
The end of Strictly Ballroom
Friday, September 21, 2007
My class participation
My Italian class had just finished watching a short film about an Italian boy pursuing an Italian girl. He called her relentlessly, sat in his car outside her door confronting her about going out with him about 5 times in this story, and finally slowly walking up behind her, unbeknown st to her while they talked on a cell phone.
Our teacher said that her other classes were shocked by his pursuit and found it creepy and stalker-like. Some of the girls said, "I would file a police report about it"
My teacher said,"but that is Italy, He LOVES HER, and she never really said 'no'"
me: Yeah he loves her, he's got three just like her buried in his backyard...
Our teacher said that her other classes were shocked by his pursuit and found it creepy and stalker-like. Some of the girls said, "I would file a police report about it"
My teacher said,"but that is Italy, He LOVES HER, and she never really said 'no'"
me: Yeah he loves her, he's got three just like her buried in his backyard...
Monday, August 27, 2007
Italian 101
I've always looked forward to the day that I would take some time and try to learn Italian. Well today was that day. I started Italian 101. Due to my procrastination, I finally figured out that the semester had started last week and I had to figure out a way to get into a class, in fact the only class in the Community Colleges that was anywhere near where I live. I've always wanted to learn Italian to know what the Corleone family was saying to each other and now I'm beginning to live my small dream.
I got the instructor to allow me into the class since it was technically closed, by having her sign a form earlier today. The class is on Monday and Wednesday, so really it would be Wednesday that I would catch up on. The first day of the semester is usually covering the syllabus only. Since she saw me for the first time about an hour and a half before the class started, she absolutely knew that this was my first night in class. I asked her what I would need to know to get caught up, what did I miss? Not much, just the alphabet, really, was her response. Wrong!! She started asking How are you? and Where were you born? and a bunch of other questions. Then we had to split up into groups of 3 and do a little play without notes asking and answering these questions.
My procrastination gene kicked in; it's never let me down. Its the one where I don't study until absolutely the last minute and come through with a solid "B-". It did not disappoint! We actually got a "Brava" from Professoressa Calandrini.
Next time I hear Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes, I'll have just that much more insight of how its coming and who it was. Yeah, I know, it was Barzini all along.
Buona Notte!
I got the instructor to allow me into the class since it was technically closed, by having her sign a form earlier today. The class is on Monday and Wednesday, so really it would be Wednesday that I would catch up on. The first day of the semester is usually covering the syllabus only. Since she saw me for the first time about an hour and a half before the class started, she absolutely knew that this was my first night in class. I asked her what I would need to know to get caught up, what did I miss? Not much, just the alphabet, really, was her response. Wrong!! She started asking How are you? and Where were you born? and a bunch of other questions. Then we had to split up into groups of 3 and do a little play without notes asking and answering these questions.
My procrastination gene kicked in; it's never let me down. Its the one where I don't study until absolutely the last minute and come through with a solid "B-". It did not disappoint! We actually got a "Brava" from Professoressa Calandrini.
Next time I hear Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes, I'll have just that much more insight of how its coming and who it was. Yeah, I know, it was Barzini all along.
Buona Notte!
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