Two because that's how long since I've blogged.
Moving On!
1. What is your favorite Mexican dish?
Depends, at a hole in the wall Taqueria? Burrito, chicken with sour cream, no guac. At a Tex Mex place like Chevy's? Chicken Flautas
and anywhere else? Can't go wrong with fish tacos
2. When you were a kid, did you get started on your homework right away after school, or did you procrastinate?
On most assignments I'd get started right away, that is, after my 3-4 hours of dance a night...I never really had time for procrastination.
3. What is your favorite store for home furnishings?
Ikea, Target, Home Goods and Z Gallerie (for dreaming)
4. When you were young, did you like school lunches?
I didn't get them all that often, but I remember loving Chicken Patty day (eeew), and Salad Bar Day. In high school, Big Sister and I would sometimes split a Bubba's Bagle-wich or slice of pizza when tuna fish sandwiches and strawberry yogurt (well past its expiration date) were too much to stomach. Most days however, our brown bagged lunches were delish!
5. Is religion a crutch?
I think it can be, I think it can be a scapegoat, a crutch and something to blame. On the other hand it can be a powerful source of strength and inspiration...now if we could just figure out how to make all religions more tolerant, or for some, more tolerable.
6. In your region, what is the "big" (most popular in the community or state) high school sport?
Uhm...Football I guess, although the only reason I ever went was to see the marching band play.
Ok I lied! It was to see my boyfriend and sneak kisses on the bleachers -I'm such a cliche-
7. Do you consider yourself rich?
Very
8. Which of these would you have the best chance for success in administering:
A) CPR
B) Heimlich Maneuver
C) Changing a flat tire
In a moment of crisis, either CPR or the Heimlich. I could probably figure out how to change a flat, but that's why I have roadside assistance folks!
9. Which dance would you prefer to learn & why:
A) Salsa
B) Hip Hop
C) Waltz
D) Swing
Brace yourself people, I *already* know hip hop.
Have you caught your breath from picturing a white chick like me crumpin' and bumpin' yet?? Good, let's move on...
10. What's the worst news you've ever delivered to someone?
I suppose that I was fired, I was so humiliated, embarrassed, confused and sad. Please LORD let that be the worst news I'll ever have to deliver...
11. Name something you learned in college that had nothing to do with classes or academics.
God only gives you what you can handle, and some are just built to handle more than others, and that just when something you've put your blood, sweat and tears in falls apart, you find that you were accomplishing far more important things along the way, you just weren't looking hard enough.
12. New variation on an old question: If there's a song in your head that just won't get out, what is your favorite (or most repeated) line in that song?
From ELO's Mr. Bluesky:
Hey you with the pretty face
Welcome to the human race
A celebration, mister blue sky's up there waitin'
And today is the day we've waited for
Play it again DJ! aka Week 2:
1. What is your favorite fair/carnival food? Job's Daughter's corndogs...mmm...
2. Are you holding onto something you need to let go of?
Feelings of pent up resentment and bitterness....easier said than done
3. What is your favorite gift to receive?
Time, a gift best learned from my parents. There is nothing better to give and receive than memories, for those are what last longest.
4. When was the last time you tried something new?
I recently tried a bison burger, and barbacoa, the bison? Yum! The barbacoa? meh...
5. What is your favorite and least favorite book genre?
Memoir, Mystery, Political Intrigue, Romance, Humor, Historical Fiction, Historical nonfiction, Chick Lit, Self-Help, Other
I can only pick ONE?! OK top 3, no 5, no wait 6...ok 7
Memoir, Romance, Humor, Historical Fiction, Historical nonfiction, chick lit and self help...can we add etiquitte?
6.Silver or Gold?
Gold
7. What makes you sigh?
My husband, being with my family, Diet Coke after a long day
8. If you didn't know how old you are, how old would you claim you are?
Some days, 22, some days 45....depends
9. Would you break a law to save a loved one? To protect a loved one?
Definitely
10. If you had to teach something, what would it be?
Reading or english
11. You're having lunch with 3 people whom you respect and admire. They begin to criticize a close friend of yours, not knowing she is your friend. What do you do?
Nip it in the bud as soon as possible and banter back with positive attributes for every negative thing they say...
12. Which of the 5 Love Languages is your prominent means of experiencing love?
Quality Time
Physical Touch
Acts of Service
Gifts
Words of Affirmation
I think all of these are my prominant means of experiencing love, with the last one being gifts....the others certainly trump all material items. Can't buy me love....ok you can a little, as long as it sparkles.
Classic. Timeless. Perfect With Pearls
Friday, August 27, 2010
School Daze
That's right, we're in the swing of community college.
This has become my reality:
I know I shouldn't complain, I really do....but if I can't gritch to the anonymous blogosphere, then who?
Life Pre-C.C
- An hour of one-on-one time with my husband to and from work each day, listening to our favorite morning show and starting the day with inside jokes and lots of laughs.
- Coming home at the same, reasonable time, planning dinner and talking about our day
- Evening bike rides, walks, or trips to the gym
- Enjoying dinner *together*
- Taking turns choosing the movie and play fighting over sides of the couch
- Going to bed again *together* (are you seeing a trend here) at a relatively reasonable time
Life after C.C
- Driving to work alone, no carpool lane to bypass the morning traffic, still enjoying that morning radio show with my husband, but now we have to do it via bluetooth headsets.
- I come home to an empty apartment, he comes home at 9:30, and that's if there aren't bozos on the road causing accidents...
- No more bike rides or walks, Husband doesn't want me to go out alone in case I get hit by a car, get lost (don't hold it past me) or wife-napped. Now I go down and sweat it out alone at the gym.
- Dinner? These day's constitutes a bowl of cereal, grilled cheese and soup, or noodles, if I'm feeling adventerous, a baked potato.
- No more fights over movies or sides of the couch, I get my way every night....and I've never been more bored.
- Although I have yet to go to bed alone (wait till finals season people...) my bedtime is progressively getting later and later as Husband can't possibly be tired an hour after getting out of class...
And it's only been a week! I'm a spoiled baby...this I know, you wanna do something about it?!
The thing is, as miserable (melodramatic enough for you?) as I've been, I know we'll figure out a routine and the semester will fly by as easy as possible and make the time we spend together that much sweeter.
And someday, if we're really lucky, we'll look back on this time and think "Weren't those days great?"
This has become my reality:
I know I shouldn't complain, I really do....but if I can't gritch to the anonymous blogosphere, then who?
Life Pre-C.C
- An hour of one-on-one time with my husband to and from work each day, listening to our favorite morning show and starting the day with inside jokes and lots of laughs.
- Coming home at the same, reasonable time, planning dinner and talking about our day
- Evening bike rides, walks, or trips to the gym
- Enjoying dinner *together*
- Taking turns choosing the movie and play fighting over sides of the couch
- Going to bed again *together* (are you seeing a trend here) at a relatively reasonable time
Life after C.C
- Driving to work alone, no carpool lane to bypass the morning traffic, still enjoying that morning radio show with my husband, but now we have to do it via bluetooth headsets.
- I come home to an empty apartment, he comes home at 9:30, and that's if there aren't bozos on the road causing accidents...
- No more bike rides or walks, Husband doesn't want me to go out alone in case I get hit by a car, get lost (don't hold it past me) or wife-napped. Now I go down and sweat it out alone at the gym.
- Dinner? These day's constitutes a bowl of cereal, grilled cheese and soup, or noodles, if I'm feeling adventerous, a baked potato.
- No more fights over movies or sides of the couch, I get my way every night....and I've never been more bored.
- Although I have yet to go to bed alone (wait till finals season people...) my bedtime is progressively getting later and later as Husband can't possibly be tired an hour after getting out of class...
And it's only been a week! I'm a spoiled baby...this I know, you wanna do something about it?!
The thing is, as miserable (melodramatic enough for you?) as I've been, I know we'll figure out a routine and the semester will fly by as easy as possible and make the time we spend together that much sweeter.
And someday, if we're really lucky, we'll look back on this time and think "Weren't those days great?"
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Movin' on up...
Not me, Husband.
Well ok, I guess that means me too....
Anyways, Husband got a promotion of sorts at work. A promotion that will open new doors, lend itself to new challenges and opportunities and the really great part?? More money (don't lie, you were thinking it too!)
You see, Husband became the proud store manager of Cell Phone store in downtown Capitol City back in December. At the time, this particular store was the bottom performer in the region, we're talking sales in the crapper, staff unorganized and employees making their own schedules...not good.
But, give my husband (you know, that guy who could charm birds out of a tree) a month and what does he do??
Puts a firm schedule in place
Whips that staff into selling shape
Cleans the bathroom (no joke I think it was the first time in several months)
and DOUBLES the store's gross profit
In 30 days!
He took the red-headed stepchild of a store and turned it into one of the top performing stores in the region.
So, when a management position opens up at the BIG DOG store, the store that's the flagship for all the other stores, the lead by example store, the one that all the other's look up to, guess who gets the job??
This guy:
You know what that means?
-More money to save for a house
-An opportunity to FINALLY go back to school to get his degree, this time in business
We got the news on a Thursday, which wasn't conducive to going out and REALLY celebrating so we did champagne and cake at home:
Then on Friday night I treated him to a dinner of burgers and beer
and Imax tickets to Inception
Congrats Cute Boy! I couldn't be more proud....
Well ok, I guess that means me too....
Anyways, Husband got a promotion of sorts at work. A promotion that will open new doors, lend itself to new challenges and opportunities and the really great part?? More money (don't lie, you were thinking it too!)
You see, Husband became the proud store manager of Cell Phone store in downtown Capitol City back in December. At the time, this particular store was the bottom performer in the region, we're talking sales in the crapper, staff unorganized and employees making their own schedules...not good.
But, give my husband (you know, that guy who could charm birds out of a tree) a month and what does he do??
Puts a firm schedule in place
Whips that staff into selling shape
Cleans the bathroom (no joke I think it was the first time in several months)
and DOUBLES the store's gross profit
In 30 days!
He took the red-headed stepchild of a store and turned it into one of the top performing stores in the region.
So, when a management position opens up at the BIG DOG store, the store that's the flagship for all the other stores, the lead by example store, the one that all the other's look up to, guess who gets the job??
This guy:
You know what that means?
-More money to save for a house
-An opportunity to FINALLY go back to school to get his degree, this time in business
We got the news on a Thursday, which wasn't conducive to going out and REALLY celebrating so we did champagne and cake at home:
Then on Friday night I treated him to a dinner of burgers and beer
and Imax tickets to Inception
Congrats Cute Boy! I couldn't be more proud....
Things that turn :( into :)
One bad day is normal
Two bad days is...bad
THREE bad days is hellish
This week is shaping up to be a real winner!
So, after a particulary rotten day what do I come home to??
18 of these:
This:
These (MY FAVORITE!):
And one husband who is so fantastic that he intuitively knows by the tone of my voice what kind of day I'm having even when I say "I don't want to get into it now, I'll tell you about it later" and exactly what will make it better.
They really broke the mold when they made that one...
Two bad days is...bad
THREE bad days is hellish
This week is shaping up to be a real winner!
So, after a particulary rotten day what do I come home to??
18 of these:
This:
These (MY FAVORITE!):
And one husband who is so fantastic that he intuitively knows by the tone of my voice what kind of day I'm having even when I say "I don't want to get into it now, I'll tell you about it later" and exactly what will make it better.
They really broke the mold when they made that one...
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Jobs I have yet to have
I should start this post with the disclaimer that, while no job is perfect, I am quite content on the 15th floor, at Le Crew and freelancing where I can.
However there have always been jobs that I think about and imagine myself being quite content there, too.
That's the thing about me, I can be content doing all sorts of things. The only problem? I didn't get my degree in lots of things, I got it in Journalism and would therefore feel guilty for not having a career in my field.
There's always an air of disappointment and disdain for the students who go to school for Art History and end up making a living as a Realtor or flight attendant.
Is it deserved? Probably not. Does it happen? Absolutely.
Anyways, I digress....
Driving home I was stopped at a stoplight with my favorite career fantasy:
The Mailman
Why it's so appealing: Driving around town in a cute little truck with baskets and baskets of mail. Remember at Christmas when you fought over who got to play "Santa" and deliver the presents? Being a maillman would be like playing Santa EVERY.DAY. Also, people love mailmans, because they deliver the love letters, online shopping orders, birthday cards and, my personal favorite magazines.
I'd park in a neighborhood, pull out my cute little mail trolly and walk up and down the sidewalk delivering peoples' mail out in the sun, enjoying the day by myself.
And lunchtime?? I'd pack my little cooler and enjoy lunch under a shade tree listening to the radio in my truck.
Doesnt' that sound like heaven?
The Reality: Let's face it, I'm really not crazy about the uniforms and, my legs? In shorts? I'll pass.
Also, I'm bad with directions and who's ever seen a mailman with a GPS anchored to their dash? No one, that's because mailmen have to know their way around town and have the directional sense of something above a goldfish. A skill I do not posess...
Moving on....
Secretary
Why it's so appealing: The SUPPLIES! Oooh, tape, and glue (Secretaries do too use glue!) and the PENS!! and Notebooks and planners and, and and... you get the point. My day would be filled with answering phones, making appointments, taking notes and filing. And in my mind, secretaries are perfectly coiffed, in their pencil skirts, shift dresses and heels.
I blame Mad Men for this fantasy of secretarial work, can you really blame me?
The Reality: I'd probably get really annoyed with being a personal slave for my boss. And after 8 hours of "Good Morning/afternoon/evening Mr. So and So's office" I'd begin to feel like that woman on Office Space who, quite literally, chirps "just a moment!" every 5 seconds. That and I doubt I'd want to put up with the nuances of someone who probably gets paid way too much for doing way too little and only really needs a secretary to feel important and taken care of.
Besides....I have my own nuances that keep me busy.
Librarian
Why it's so appealing: Think of it, me, in a room full of books most of which I've never read for an entire day. And! The shipments of new books that would come in so our stock would be up to date with the best seller lists....I swoon. I could read all day, host a reading hour to read books to little kids. Have book club meetings combined with happy hour to liven up the discussions on plot and character development. There are so many book clubs I'd like to organize based on genres of books and pop culture my brain hurts.....
The reality: I can't imagine it pays well but this would definitely be one of those jobs that you love every second and never feel like you work a day in your life. To me, there are no cons to this career, this would be THE JOB to have.
However there have always been jobs that I think about and imagine myself being quite content there, too.
That's the thing about me, I can be content doing all sorts of things. The only problem? I didn't get my degree in lots of things, I got it in Journalism and would therefore feel guilty for not having a career in my field.
There's always an air of disappointment and disdain for the students who go to school for Art History and end up making a living as a Realtor or flight attendant.
Is it deserved? Probably not. Does it happen? Absolutely.
Anyways, I digress....
Driving home I was stopped at a stoplight with my favorite career fantasy:
The Mailman
Why it's so appealing: Driving around town in a cute little truck with baskets and baskets of mail. Remember at Christmas when you fought over who got to play "Santa" and deliver the presents? Being a maillman would be like playing Santa EVERY.DAY. Also, people love mailmans, because they deliver the love letters, online shopping orders, birthday cards and, my personal favorite magazines.
I'd park in a neighborhood, pull out my cute little mail trolly and walk up and down the sidewalk delivering peoples' mail out in the sun, enjoying the day by myself.
And lunchtime?? I'd pack my little cooler and enjoy lunch under a shade tree listening to the radio in my truck.
Doesnt' that sound like heaven?
The Reality: Let's face it, I'm really not crazy about the uniforms and, my legs? In shorts? I'll pass.
Also, I'm bad with directions and who's ever seen a mailman with a GPS anchored to their dash? No one, that's because mailmen have to know their way around town and have the directional sense of something above a goldfish. A skill I do not posess...
Moving on....
Secretary
Why it's so appealing: The SUPPLIES! Oooh, tape, and glue (Secretaries do too use glue!) and the PENS!! and Notebooks and planners and, and and... you get the point. My day would be filled with answering phones, making appointments, taking notes and filing. And in my mind, secretaries are perfectly coiffed, in their pencil skirts, shift dresses and heels.
I blame Mad Men for this fantasy of secretarial work, can you really blame me?
The Reality: I'd probably get really annoyed with being a personal slave for my boss. And after 8 hours of "Good Morning/afternoon/evening Mr. So and So's office" I'd begin to feel like that woman on Office Space who, quite literally, chirps "just a moment!" every 5 seconds. That and I doubt I'd want to put up with the nuances of someone who probably gets paid way too much for doing way too little and only really needs a secretary to feel important and taken care of.
Besides....I have my own nuances that keep me busy.
Librarian
Why it's so appealing: Think of it, me, in a room full of books most of which I've never read for an entire day. And! The shipments of new books that would come in so our stock would be up to date with the best seller lists....I swoon. I could read all day, host a reading hour to read books to little kids. Have book club meetings combined with happy hour to liven up the discussions on plot and character development. There are so many book clubs I'd like to organize based on genres of books and pop culture my brain hurts.....
The reality: I can't imagine it pays well but this would definitely be one of those jobs that you love every second and never feel like you work a day in your life. To me, there are no cons to this career, this would be THE JOB to have.
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