Friday, January 30, 2009
My life would be so much better if...
...my jeans stayed the same size all day. This whole "10 when you put them on," "12 when you take them off" thing is really quite lame.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
I need to buy...
...a US map. Like the one that Tom Hanks pulls down in the move "Sleepless in Seattle" to show his son, Jonah, where that place "somewhere in the middle" is. I don't actually remember what city they were looking for. Maybe DeMoines? I figured quoting Jonah was sufficient to show my loyalties to the film.
The point is, I keep having to look up places. It certainly makes me grateful for Google maps.
5:15 tonight, then 6:00 on Tuesday. Two new doors of opportunity, in addition to the one I peeked in on Tuesday.
It's all happening at once, and I'm so excited/nervous/scared/ready I can hardly sit still.
The point is, I keep having to look up places. It certainly makes me grateful for Google maps.
5:15 tonight, then 6:00 on Tuesday. Two new doors of opportunity, in addition to the one I peeked in on Tuesday.
It's all happening at once, and I'm so excited/nervous/scared/ready I can hardly sit still.
I have a kazoo...
...in my pocket. Yesterday was National Kazoo Day. Did you celebrate? We had a party.
I wasn't going to blog today, but I needed to. As I was readying myself for the day this morning, I had a sad epiphany.
At the start of the year, I made a commitment to spend and save my money well, and part of that was to no longer eat out. Those burgers and breadbowls and tacos add up...and usually aren't worth what we pay, especially when we add the health costs into the dollar menu fees.
And yet, in the past two weeks I've been relying heavily on Panera, McDonald's, and Taco Bell for my meals. Not every meal, mind you, but nearly every day, or at least several times a week. The irony is that I love to cook, and I love good food, and yet I consistently lower my tastes in this way.
This morning I realized why: It is easier to become busy and use that as an excuse for having to grab a quick drive-through meal than to face the fact that when I cook, and even when I make that simple peanut butter sandwich, I eat alone. When I'm in my car, jetting from point a to point b, with point c on my mind, I don't have to dwell on that fact.
It was two weeks ago today that I decided to change my life. And while that is a very exciting decision, it is one in which I walk alone (my shadow is the only one who walks beside me...). Friends may cheer me on, pout at my leaving, or bid me goodbye, but it's me who goes, who steps out into newness without anybody next to me to hang on to.
Eating alone in an echo-y apartment right now seems too much to handle. At least subconsiously, though I don't think the realization will make it any easier.
I wasn't going to blog today, but I needed to. As I was readying myself for the day this morning, I had a sad epiphany.
At the start of the year, I made a commitment to spend and save my money well, and part of that was to no longer eat out. Those burgers and breadbowls and tacos add up...and usually aren't worth what we pay, especially when we add the health costs into the dollar menu fees.
And yet, in the past two weeks I've been relying heavily on Panera, McDonald's, and Taco Bell for my meals. Not every meal, mind you, but nearly every day, or at least several times a week. The irony is that I love to cook, and I love good food, and yet I consistently lower my tastes in this way.
This morning I realized why: It is easier to become busy and use that as an excuse for having to grab a quick drive-through meal than to face the fact that when I cook, and even when I make that simple peanut butter sandwich, I eat alone. When I'm in my car, jetting from point a to point b, with point c on my mind, I don't have to dwell on that fact.
It was two weeks ago today that I decided to change my life. And while that is a very exciting decision, it is one in which I walk alone (my shadow is the only one who walks beside me...). Friends may cheer me on, pout at my leaving, or bid me goodbye, but it's me who goes, who steps out into newness without anybody next to me to hang on to.
Eating alone in an echo-y apartment right now seems too much to handle. At least subconsiously, though I don't think the realization will make it any easier.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
My daddy sent me...
...this email, and it made me smile. Read, and be happy (or offended...and if you are, let's chat).
FLORIDA COURT SETS ATHEIST HOLY DAY - ( A MUST READ )
FLORIDA COURT SETS ATHEIST HOLY DAY - ( A MUST READ )
FLORIDA COURT SETS ATHEIST HOLY DAY In Florida, an atheist created a case against the upcoming Easter and Passover Holy days. He hired an attorney to bring a discrimination case against Christians, Jews and observances of their holy days. The argument was that it was unfair that atheists had no such recognized days.
The case was brought before a judge. After listening to the passionate Presentation by the lawyer, the judge banged his gavel declaring, "Case Dismissed!"
The lawyer immediately stood objecting to the ruling saying, "Your honor, How can you possibly dismiss this case? The Christians have Christmas, Easter and others. The Jews have Passover, Yom Kippur and Hanukkah, yet My Client and all other atheists have no Such holidays."
The judge leaned forward in his chair saying, "But you do. Your client, Counsel, is woefully ignorant."
The lawyer said, "Your Honor, we are unaware of any special observance Or holiday for atheists."
The judge said, "The calendar says April 1st is April Fools Day. Psalm 14:1 states, 'The fool says in his heart, there is no God.' Thus, it is the opinion of this court, that if your client says there is no God, Then he is a fool. Therefore, April 1st is his day. Court is adjourned."
Hey, hey, it's my...
birthday!! I'm 23 today, and as Gina says, in the prime of my life. Harhar. Har.
Corny jokes aside, I love birthdays. I'm still a little kid about a lot of things, and this is one of them. Though, when I woke up this morning, I wasn't exactly excited for another year.
I slept restlessly, and then Midnight woke me up once. I love her, but not at 4:30am, and especially not under the particular circumstances. If you don't like your hair sitting in your stomach, stop licking yourself. It worked wonders for me.
I finally rolled out of bed at 6:55 (my alarm started going off at 6) and shuffled into the shower. I was cranky, thinking how birthdays past thirteen are kind of lame -- nobody's here to wake me up with a birthday breakfast or tell me they're glad I'm alive. It's just another day. But then my mood began to change, and the ageless excitement of my birthday won me over.
I'm at work today, but I look great, and I'm happy. I've already had nearly 20 well-wishes on my facebook (which, admittedly, has made birthdays past thirteen less lame), and an e-card from Madre and Daddy. And tonight I have my thing at 5:00, which has potential to set the tone for the rest of the year.
It's going to be a good day, and it's going to be a good year. :)
Corny jokes aside, I love birthdays. I'm still a little kid about a lot of things, and this is one of them. Though, when I woke up this morning, I wasn't exactly excited for another year.
I slept restlessly, and then Midnight woke me up once. I love her, but not at 4:30am, and especially not under the particular circumstances. If you don't like your hair sitting in your stomach, stop licking yourself. It worked wonders for me.
I finally rolled out of bed at 6:55 (my alarm started going off at 6) and shuffled into the shower. I was cranky, thinking how birthdays past thirteen are kind of lame -- nobody's here to wake me up with a birthday breakfast or tell me they're glad I'm alive. It's just another day. But then my mood began to change, and the ageless excitement of my birthday won me over.
I'm at work today, but I look great, and I'm happy. I've already had nearly 20 well-wishes on my facebook (which, admittedly, has made birthdays past thirteen less lame), and an e-card from Madre and Daddy. And tonight I have my thing at 5:00, which has potential to set the tone for the rest of the year.
It's going to be a good day, and it's going to be a good year. :)
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