So, it's been six months since "Operation Lady Lumps...the Sequal" and I have my follow up appointment tomorrow. I honor of this occasion, I decided to send a shout out to John...thanks for the shirt!
Hopefully, my second base isn't in jeopardy...
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
January 20, 2009 - The Big Day
So, the big day arrived yesterday - the day when the Villiage Idiot went home (sorry Texas) and the new family moved in. I was in the middle of an ISO 14001 implementaiton meeting when the Inaguration of the 44th President of the United States was going on - I left the meeting (environmental aspects would still be around in 45 minutes - this was history).
For the first time in a long time, I think I'm actually a little bit excited about what is on the horizon for not only this country, but for the world. The heavens are not going to open and prosperity rain down upon all simply because we got a new President...I'm not that naive. But for the first time in, say...8 years, it finally feels like we have a plan - a plan to restore our good names within the world, and a plan to make some fundamental differences in the way we think, changes that are in line with the changing world that we live in. With that being said...wedding update.
Bachlorette party on Saturday night...don't have to wear a dress or heels - comfort zone heaven.
For the first time in a long time, I think I'm actually a little bit excited about what is on the horizon for not only this country, but for the world. The heavens are not going to open and prosperity rain down upon all simply because we got a new President...I'm not that naive. But for the first time in, say...8 years, it finally feels like we have a plan - a plan to restore our good names within the world, and a plan to make some fundamental differences in the way we think, changes that are in line with the changing world that we live in. With that being said...wedding update.
Bachlorette party on Saturday night...don't have to wear a dress or heels - comfort zone heaven.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
I'm not dead...
Okay, so I have done a terrible job at keeping up on this blog - I knew that one day it would catch up with me. But to my defense, it was a rough semester...International Business with a group member who thought it was a good idea to plagiarize material for our group project, another who always told me that her part was done...something that I have yet to see to this day, one boy (and I call him a boy for a reason), who just didn't care and another guy who plead ignorance. All of this forced me to complete the entire group project on my own - report and presentation; couple that with Managerial Accounting...that's where I've been.
What about the Christmas break, you ask? I slept.
So now fastforward from September to the New Year! Woo Hoo! We now can sit and look forward to the "Changing of the Guard" on 1600 Pennsylvania Ave and remember - ITS ALMOST OVER!
In a week I will be starting I - Core....the integrative core that the Kelley School of Business prides itself on, where the rubber meets the road, and the boys are separated from the men - it is the Navy Seals training for Kelley students. What this means over the next 16 weeks is a) I will not sleep (I have already given into that reality), b) I will not have a life (little bit harder to come to grips with - especially since I have become the drumming master on Rockband over the last 2 weeks), and c) I will emerge out of my house at the end of these 16 weeks all pasty white, cowering from the sun for I will not see it from January 12th until May. Yup, this is my reality.
One exciting and yet slightly disturbing note...on February 14th I will have the honor of being the Maid of Honor at my very best buddies wedding. Yes, you heard it correctly...the Maid of Honor. And yes, this means the bridesmaid dress (which I already have), the high heels (which I found a pair I can walk in...run if I had to), the hair up (I will no longer be a smart ass when trying on bridesmaid's dresses - that's what I got), and the makeup. He says I can change after an hour, she says no way...we will see who wins. So, from this day forward I will do my best to chronical this adventure until the big day.
Other than that, the time since September has been pretty quiet...and cold.
What about the Christmas break, you ask? I slept.
So now fastforward from September to the New Year! Woo Hoo! We now can sit and look forward to the "Changing of the Guard" on 1600 Pennsylvania Ave and remember - ITS ALMOST OVER!
In a week I will be starting I - Core....the integrative core that the Kelley School of Business prides itself on, where the rubber meets the road, and the boys are separated from the men - it is the Navy Seals training for Kelley students. What this means over the next 16 weeks is a) I will not sleep (I have already given into that reality), b) I will not have a life (little bit harder to come to grips with - especially since I have become the drumming master on Rockband over the last 2 weeks), and c) I will emerge out of my house at the end of these 16 weeks all pasty white, cowering from the sun for I will not see it from January 12th until May. Yup, this is my reality.
One exciting and yet slightly disturbing note...on February 14th I will have the honor of being the Maid of Honor at my very best buddies wedding. Yes, you heard it correctly...the Maid of Honor. And yes, this means the bridesmaid dress (which I already have), the high heels (which I found a pair I can walk in...run if I had to), the hair up (I will no longer be a smart ass when trying on bridesmaid's dresses - that's what I got), and the makeup. He says I can change after an hour, she says no way...we will see who wins. So, from this day forward I will do my best to chronical this adventure until the big day.
Other than that, the time since September has been pretty quiet...and cold.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
It's Saturday Night....
So, it's Saturday night and I'm sitting here doing job order costing - riveting. I'm a bit behind on the homework that was "scheduled" for today since I spent most of the day over at my neighbors house helping him with his landscaping. I thought it would take a few hours - it took all day. Oh well, he is happy with the way it turned out.
The cat is gone - that worries me. Either it has decided to leave on its own, or its dead under my deck. I am strongly hoping it's not the later. That will really suck. I stil lhaven't replaced the Sea Monkeys...time is running out on me. Drew came over the other day - good thing he didn't ask about them; he was more interested in reading my text books (International Business - he's a strange kid that I think just likes to read). Then we went over his spelling words for the week. There are times when I can't believe he is 8 and I can't believe he can read and spell - and he is amazing at math.
Well, back at it...
The cat is gone - that worries me. Either it has decided to leave on its own, or its dead under my deck. I am strongly hoping it's not the later. That will really suck. I stil lhaven't replaced the Sea Monkeys...time is running out on me. Drew came over the other day - good thing he didn't ask about them; he was more interested in reading my text books (International Business - he's a strange kid that I think just likes to read). Then we went over his spelling words for the week. There are times when I can't believe he is 8 and I can't believe he can read and spell - and he is amazing at math.
Well, back at it...
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Don't feed it...
A few years ago I decided to build a deck - a really big, beautiful deck that I worked for six solid weeks on (with, of course, Michelle's help - she's good at the "thinking" part of building, I'm good at the 'pound nail here' grunt work part of building). Had I only known then what I know now.
It appears that my big, beautiful deck has become the new condo on the block for about every type of animal running around; most notably bunnies and toads. I have no problems with the toads, I actually like them. They eat the bugs that are in the grass and flower beds - they serve a purpose. I jsut have to watch out for them when I mow or trim the lawn. The bunnies serve no purpose - I don't like them living under my deck mainly because they eat my plants. In the spring, my poor lillies are leafless - just sticks with flower tops. I have tried many of things to get rid of the bunnies...throwing rocks at them, putting statues of owls in the flower beds (domesticated bunnies are smart...they didn't buy it), even putting human hair clippings in the flower bed trying to get them to go away. I have even entertained the idea of buying a paint ball gun. My thinking was that tagging them with a paintball wouldn't kill them, but hurt them really bad. Then they would be marked and that would serve as notice to all the other bunnies hopping around - go into that yard, get shot. Also, the deck would serve two purposes then - 1) for me to sit outside and enjoy summer, and 2) a strategic point where I could target and thus eliminate bunnies. Nature has a way of taking care of things...much to my dismay.
Last weekend, I was out in the backyard looking at the lawn and deciding where to water next. I heard it first...then I saw it climbing out from under the deck - a cat. Now, most people who know me understand that I am not a cat person. It's not that I dislike animals...I like animals...if the animal is not a cat. About the only other thing I hate worse than cats are snakes (for the obvious reasons). My first reaction was "oh, hell no...not under under my deck." Then, as I was standing there glaring at the cat, hoping it would pick up on my hateful vibes and leave, it decided that it liked me...and started rubbing against my legs. My first instinct was to punt it accross the yard like I was kicking the game winning field goal in the Super Bowl...then I saw the sores on its head. It appeared that this cat has been in a fight, and not seeing the other "thing" it was fighting with, it is hard to say if it won or lost; the sores just looked like they hurt. The other thing that became very apparent is that it was really skinny...sickly skinny. And then I had a moment of weakness...I fed it.
Now, my thinking at the time was that this cat is obviously living under my deck and it is obviously on its last leg. The last thing I want is a dead cat under my deck - it's hot and humid...not pleasant. So I figured, feed it so it doesn't die under my deck; it can stay in the backyard when I'm not there and leave when I am there. It has kept the bunnies away, so really what's the big deal; I guess I didn't mind as long as it kept its boundaries. One problem...I didn't fill the cat in on this plan; it has crossed its boundaries from the back yard to the front yard...and beyond.
This morning, at 4 AM, I opened up my garage door to leave for work only to see the cat sitting in the driveway, facing the garage door like it knew I was coming out...meowing like it was hungary. Tonight when I got home from work, I was coming in from getting the mail when I heard it...the cat meowing from the flower bed...like it was hungary. Tonight when taking a break from studying, I walked through the garage to go to the front yard to move the water...the cat was sitting in the garage like 'it' (don't know if it's male or female...and really don't care) owned the place. I am now being stalked by a stray cat. I walk out into the front yard, the cat is there; I open up the blinds in the house and look out the window - the cat is there; I walk out the back door - the cat is there. The cat is everywhere.
So, now I have a choice - bunnies or the cat. At least the bunnies didn't stalk me, and they didn't come in my garage. And instead of coming up to me when I went outside, they ran away at the first sight of me. But they did kill my plants (my poor little praying hands hostas barely made it last year) that I have spent hours upon hours loving. This will be interesting to see how all this works out...I fear to know what else is going on under my deck.
It appears that my big, beautiful deck has become the new condo on the block for about every type of animal running around; most notably bunnies and toads. I have no problems with the toads, I actually like them. They eat the bugs that are in the grass and flower beds - they serve a purpose. I jsut have to watch out for them when I mow or trim the lawn. The bunnies serve no purpose - I don't like them living under my deck mainly because they eat my plants. In the spring, my poor lillies are leafless - just sticks with flower tops. I have tried many of things to get rid of the bunnies...throwing rocks at them, putting statues of owls in the flower beds (domesticated bunnies are smart...they didn't buy it), even putting human hair clippings in the flower bed trying to get them to go away. I have even entertained the idea of buying a paint ball gun. My thinking was that tagging them with a paintball wouldn't kill them, but hurt them really bad. Then they would be marked and that would serve as notice to all the other bunnies hopping around - go into that yard, get shot. Also, the deck would serve two purposes then - 1) for me to sit outside and enjoy summer, and 2) a strategic point where I could target and thus eliminate bunnies. Nature has a way of taking care of things...much to my dismay.
Last weekend, I was out in the backyard looking at the lawn and deciding where to water next. I heard it first...then I saw it climbing out from under the deck - a cat. Now, most people who know me understand that I am not a cat person. It's not that I dislike animals...I like animals...if the animal is not a cat. About the only other thing I hate worse than cats are snakes (for the obvious reasons). My first reaction was "oh, hell no...not under under my deck." Then, as I was standing there glaring at the cat, hoping it would pick up on my hateful vibes and leave, it decided that it liked me...and started rubbing against my legs. My first instinct was to punt it accross the yard like I was kicking the game winning field goal in the Super Bowl...then I saw the sores on its head. It appeared that this cat has been in a fight, and not seeing the other "thing" it was fighting with, it is hard to say if it won or lost; the sores just looked like they hurt. The other thing that became very apparent is that it was really skinny...sickly skinny. And then I had a moment of weakness...I fed it.
Now, my thinking at the time was that this cat is obviously living under my deck and it is obviously on its last leg. The last thing I want is a dead cat under my deck - it's hot and humid...not pleasant. So I figured, feed it so it doesn't die under my deck; it can stay in the backyard when I'm not there and leave when I am there. It has kept the bunnies away, so really what's the big deal; I guess I didn't mind as long as it kept its boundaries. One problem...I didn't fill the cat in on this plan; it has crossed its boundaries from the back yard to the front yard...and beyond.
This morning, at 4 AM, I opened up my garage door to leave for work only to see the cat sitting in the driveway, facing the garage door like it knew I was coming out...meowing like it was hungary. Tonight when I got home from work, I was coming in from getting the mail when I heard it...the cat meowing from the flower bed...like it was hungary. Tonight when taking a break from studying, I walked through the garage to go to the front yard to move the water...the cat was sitting in the garage like 'it' (don't know if it's male or female...and really don't care) owned the place. I am now being stalked by a stray cat. I walk out into the front yard, the cat is there; I open up the blinds in the house and look out the window - the cat is there; I walk out the back door - the cat is there. The cat is everywhere.
So, now I have a choice - bunnies or the cat. At least the bunnies didn't stalk me, and they didn't come in my garage. And instead of coming up to me when I went outside, they ran away at the first sight of me. But they did kill my plants (my poor little praying hands hostas barely made it last year) that I have spent hours upon hours loving. This will be interesting to see how all this works out...I fear to know what else is going on under my deck.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Collateral Damage
I was right to worry about the Sea Monkeys....they're dead.
How is it possible that I killed Sea Monkeys? I followed the instructions on the packet...purified their water, fed them every 5 days (yes, Sea Monkeys have to be fed) and kept them warm...and yet, they still died.
Now I'm in the process of finding new Sea Monkeys before the kids figure out I killed these. It may not be right, but it is necessary.
How is it possible that I killed Sea Monkeys? I followed the instructions on the packet...purified their water, fed them every 5 days (yes, Sea Monkeys have to be fed) and kept them warm...and yet, they still died.
Now I'm in the process of finding new Sea Monkeys before the kids figure out I killed these. It may not be right, but it is necessary.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Just catching up...
Tonight I thought would be a good night to simply catch some things up...and after looking at the two syllabus' (or would that be "syllabi") it will probably be the last time I'll have a chance to "catch up" until, say...oh, I don't know...DECEMBER.
It's been almost three weeks since I had the pleasure of visiting "Happy Land" and have realized a few things. First, it really sucks that I am allergic to any type of pain medication that has any type of a punch to it - if it's not on the level of Extra Strength Tylenol, it can not go into my body (because it will come out of my body in a very violent and unpleasant manner). Second, although I want it more than anything and at times I believe I am - I am just not healed. Unfortunately, this comes with a reminder that is similar to the feeling of having a heart attack (I would imagine; I have never actually had a heart attack so I really have nothing to go off of here except what I would THINK having a heart attack would feel like). This reminder is generally done in the middle of the night - and if it could have an attitude, it would be something like "Do you like your vacuumed floor now?" On the positive, I am learning how to sleep through it which means a) it's not happening as often or b) I now have the pain tolerance of an elephant - I can't figure out which one it is yet. A one inch incision through the areola would be the technique I would use to interrogate prisioners...then I would make them vacuum. It is the most frustrating thing in the world not to be able to do the simplest of things - it's vacuuming, I wasn't trying to set a new world record for lifting dead weight. Asking for help is one of the hardest things that I can ever do - I hate it. It's hard to give up independence - even if only for a little while.
So when deciding my class schedule, I have managed to be pretty good at balancing the classes which take a lot of time with those that are just stupid, but yet required. I thought I did that this time...I was wrong. I knew I had to take Managerial Accounting which would be considered the time sucker hard class (since me and accounting get along like oil and water) and that International Business would be the "read-a-chapter-here-and-there-and-participate-in-class-discussions" type of class; really not a big deal. Yeah, not even close. It appears that BUS D301 International Business is where Macroeconomics and Business Administration collide...it is my own "Big Bang" theory. At the end of this collision, an analysis of the business environment that companies face when transnational firms do business in other countries is supposed to pop out - in the form of a business plan....done in groups. This small little project, on top of 10 papers, 5 exams, 4 little papers written on articles that I have to track down and an oral report on a current event that took place after August 1, 2008 - the Super Current Event. So, needless to say my first day of class was rather enlightening...and a little frightening...and painful; while in the congested hallway of the business building, I took a back pack to my right one which about brought me to my knees. Nothing like the feeling of when the corner of a text book meets a 2 1/2 week old surgical incision. But I waited to cry (and I only cried a little; I don't even know if it would classify as a "cry" more like a small tear similar to what happens when you stare at the sun too long) until I got outside - so I could blame it on the sun. I'm just really happy that the tape strips are still on to hold the freaking thing together.
So Jenn, I will do my best to keep up on my blog, but I can't make any hard promises. Right now, I fear for my plants...and my Sea Monkeys (they were a birthday present from the kids...I had to "grow" them). For now, I have to sleep...not because I'm overly tired at this particular moment, but because sleep is going to be moved to the list of "things that are nice to do" in another few days - trying to fill the tank.
It's been almost three weeks since I had the pleasure of visiting "Happy Land" and have realized a few things. First, it really sucks that I am allergic to any type of pain medication that has any type of a punch to it - if it's not on the level of Extra Strength Tylenol, it can not go into my body (because it will come out of my body in a very violent and unpleasant manner). Second, although I want it more than anything and at times I believe I am - I am just not healed. Unfortunately, this comes with a reminder that is similar to the feeling of having a heart attack (I would imagine; I have never actually had a heart attack so I really have nothing to go off of here except what I would THINK having a heart attack would feel like). This reminder is generally done in the middle of the night - and if it could have an attitude, it would be something like "Do you like your vacuumed floor now?" On the positive, I am learning how to sleep through it which means a) it's not happening as often or b) I now have the pain tolerance of an elephant - I can't figure out which one it is yet. A one inch incision through the areola would be the technique I would use to interrogate prisioners...then I would make them vacuum. It is the most frustrating thing in the world not to be able to do the simplest of things - it's vacuuming, I wasn't trying to set a new world record for lifting dead weight. Asking for help is one of the hardest things that I can ever do - I hate it. It's hard to give up independence - even if only for a little while.
So when deciding my class schedule, I have managed to be pretty good at balancing the classes which take a lot of time with those that are just stupid, but yet required. I thought I did that this time...I was wrong. I knew I had to take Managerial Accounting which would be considered the time sucker hard class (since me and accounting get along like oil and water) and that International Business would be the "read-a-chapter-here-and-there-and-participate-in-class-discussions" type of class; really not a big deal. Yeah, not even close. It appears that BUS D301 International Business is where Macroeconomics and Business Administration collide...it is my own "Big Bang" theory. At the end of this collision, an analysis of the business environment that companies face when transnational firms do business in other countries is supposed to pop out - in the form of a business plan....done in groups. This small little project, on top of 10 papers, 5 exams, 4 little papers written on articles that I have to track down and an oral report on a current event that took place after August 1, 2008 - the Super Current Event. So, needless to say my first day of class was rather enlightening...and a little frightening...and painful; while in the congested hallway of the business building, I took a back pack to my right one which about brought me to my knees. Nothing like the feeling of when the corner of a text book meets a 2 1/2 week old surgical incision. But I waited to cry (and I only cried a little; I don't even know if it would classify as a "cry" more like a small tear similar to what happens when you stare at the sun too long) until I got outside - so I could blame it on the sun. I'm just really happy that the tape strips are still on to hold the freaking thing together.
So Jenn, I will do my best to keep up on my blog, but I can't make any hard promises. Right now, I fear for my plants...and my Sea Monkeys (they were a birthday present from the kids...I had to "grow" them). For now, I have to sleep...not because I'm overly tired at this particular moment, but because sleep is going to be moved to the list of "things that are nice to do" in another few days - trying to fill the tank.
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