Crocs!!!
Mama is having knee replacement surgery in June. The doctor recommended she get a pair of crocs to wear around the hospital and to rehabilitation.
The great question of the day is this: are crocs okay with a doctor's note? Or are they never okay? Discuss amongst yourselves.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Playlist for Week Of 5/12:
Wish - Nine Inch Nails (a fave)
The Perfect Drug - NIN (++points for cool mark romanek music vid)
Creep - Radiohead (rawk!)
Bat Country - Avenged Sevenfold (holy guitar shred, batman!)
SexyBack - Justin Timberlake (wiggle that bum around)
Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth... - Primitive Radio Gods (excellent)
Soul to Squeeze - Red Hot Chili Peppers (an all time fave)
Bittersweet Symphony - The Verve (poignant)
Toy Soldiers - Martika (80s!!!)
Playground Love - Air (dreamy)
Maps - Yeah Yeah Yeahs (all right!)
Paranoid Android - Radiohead (cool vid, but woah! at ball jiggle)
High and Dry - Radiohead (how suiting)
Stay (Faraway, So Close) - U2 (how appropro)
Karma Police - Radiohead (sonic excellence)
Closer - NIN (always end with a a scorcher)
Wish - Nine Inch Nails (a fave)
The Perfect Drug - NIN (++points for cool mark romanek music vid)
Creep - Radiohead (rawk!)
Bat Country - Avenged Sevenfold (holy guitar shred, batman!)
SexyBack - Justin Timberlake (wiggle that bum around)
Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth... - Primitive Radio Gods (excellent)
Soul to Squeeze - Red Hot Chili Peppers (an all time fave)
Bittersweet Symphony - The Verve (poignant)
Toy Soldiers - Martika (80s!!!)
Playground Love - Air (dreamy)
Maps - Yeah Yeah Yeahs (all right!)
Paranoid Android - Radiohead (cool vid, but woah! at ball jiggle)
High and Dry - Radiohead (how suiting)
Stay (Faraway, So Close) - U2 (how appropro)
Karma Police - Radiohead (sonic excellence)
Closer - NIN (always end with a a scorcher)
Whattaweekend
Wednesday 7 pm - Sunday 7pm:
lasagna*night driving*love line on 105.7 kpnt*work fill-in-puzzles*sleeping in/today show*driving*stocking up at the winery*mothers day shopping* sushi (in a boat!)* the office*sonic goodness*sleep*skillet breakfast burritos*clarksville*olive garden*shopping*baby mama*raffertys*princeton*reminiscing about back in the day*football tonsils/saltwater gargles*being in awe of suprise 05*pizza*bison at lbl*toms*apple*3.8 second beer chug*farewells*playboy*more sleeping goodness*huddle*travel*mothers day*travel*home
estimated miles traveled: 1000
friends hugged: 12
"i love you mans": 8
beers: ~8
diet cokes: too many
fun: yes
Wednesday 7 pm - Sunday 7pm:
lasagna*night driving*love line on 105.7 kpnt*work fill-in-puzzles*sleeping in/today show*driving*stocking up at the winery*mothers day shopping* sushi (in a boat!)* the office*sonic goodness*sleep*skillet breakfast burritos*clarksville*olive garden*shopping*baby mama*raffertys*princeton*reminiscing about back in the day*football tonsils/saltwater gargles*being in awe of suprise 05*pizza*bison at lbl*toms*apple*3.8 second beer chug*farewells*playboy*more sleeping goodness*huddle*travel*mothers day*travel*home
estimated miles traveled: 1000
friends hugged: 12
"i love you mans": 8
beers: ~8
diet cokes: too many
fun: yes
Saturday, April 19, 2008
"Cause She's Younger than You Therefore It Costs Less to Date Her" aka the Weirdest Dream Ever
This morning, I woke up literally wearing the look of 'wtf' all over my face. Like, when I stepped into the bathroom to put in my contacts, I still had that 'woah' look plastered on my mug. So, having some spare time on my hands, I went to ye olde dream dictionary to figure out what was up.
Here are some of the interpretations of things that were in my dream:
Refrigerator
To see or open a refrigerator in your dream, represents your chilling personality and/or cold emotions. The dream may also be telling you need to put some goal, plan, or situation on hold. Alternatively, it signifies that you have found and accomplished what you have been unconsciously seeking.
Marriage
To see a marriage in your dream, signifies commitment, harmony or transitional period. You are undergoing an important developmental phase in your life. The dream may also represent the unification of formerly separate or opposite aspects of yourself. In particular, it is the union of masculine or feminine aspects of yourself.�Consider the qualities and characteristics of the person that you are marrying. These are the qualities that you need to look at incorporating within yourself.
Hotel
To see a hotel in your dream, signifies a new state of mind or a shift in personal identity. You need to move away from your old habits and old way of thinking. Or you feel the need to temporarily escape from your daily life.
Carpet
To see a carpet in your dream, represents your way of protecting yourself from life's harsh realities. Alternatively, a carpet symbolizes luxury, comfort or richness. Consider the condition and designs of the carpet. Are you hiding something and sweeping it under the carpet?
Ammonia
To see ammonia in your dream, signifies that you will experience some distress over the behavior of a friend which will result in a strain or separation of the friendship.
Limousine
To see a limousine in your dream, indicates that you have an exaggerated sense of self-worth and self-importance. You may also feel the need to show off and impress others. In addition to the above, if the limousine is black, then it suggests that your are unwilling to make changes or yield to others. Alternatively, it may symbolize prestige, wealth, and power.
Prom
To dream that you are at a prom, represents cycles and the passage of time. This dream signals an end to something and the beginning of something else. This dream may also signify your anticipation of your own upcoming prom in real life.
Blond
To see a blond person in your dream, suggests that you need to enjoy life and live it up. Be a little glamorous.
Sandwich
To see a sandwich in your dream, suggests that a lot of pressure and stress is being put on you. It also reflects your ability to do two things at once. However, sometimes a sandwich is just a sandwich.
Bathroom
To dream that you are in the bathroom, relates to your instinctual urges. You may be experiencing some burdens/feelings and need to "relieve yourself". Alternatively, it may symbolize purification and self-renewal. You need to cleanse yourself, both emotionally and psychologically
Compact Disc
To see� a compact disc in your dream, represents a need for enjoyment or a distraction.� It denotes opportunities and possibilities. Consider the type of music and the title of the compact disc. If you are giving away the CD, you may be trying to convey a message to that person within the songs.
Army
To see the army in your dream, symbolizes an overpowering force working against you. You may feel outnumbered or pressured and unable to deal/overcome this situation.
This morning, I woke up literally wearing the look of 'wtf' all over my face. Like, when I stepped into the bathroom to put in my contacts, I still had that 'woah' look plastered on my mug. So, having some spare time on my hands, I went to ye olde dream dictionary to figure out what was up.
Here are some of the interpretations of things that were in my dream:
Refrigerator
To see or open a refrigerator in your dream, represents your chilling personality and/or cold emotions. The dream may also be telling you need to put some goal, plan, or situation on hold. Alternatively, it signifies that you have found and accomplished what you have been unconsciously seeking.
Marriage
To see a marriage in your dream, signifies commitment, harmony or transitional period. You are undergoing an important developmental phase in your life. The dream may also represent the unification of formerly separate or opposite aspects of yourself. In particular, it is the union of masculine or feminine aspects of yourself.�Consider the qualities and characteristics of the person that you are marrying. These are the qualities that you need to look at incorporating within yourself.
Hotel
To see a hotel in your dream, signifies a new state of mind or a shift in personal identity. You need to move away from your old habits and old way of thinking. Or you feel the need to temporarily escape from your daily life.
Carpet
To see a carpet in your dream, represents your way of protecting yourself from life's harsh realities. Alternatively, a carpet symbolizes luxury, comfort or richness. Consider the condition and designs of the carpet. Are you hiding something and sweeping it under the carpet?
Ammonia
To see ammonia in your dream, signifies that you will experience some distress over the behavior of a friend which will result in a strain or separation of the friendship.
Limousine
To see a limousine in your dream, indicates that you have an exaggerated sense of self-worth and self-importance. You may also feel the need to show off and impress others. In addition to the above, if the limousine is black, then it suggests that your are unwilling to make changes or yield to others. Alternatively, it may symbolize prestige, wealth, and power.
Prom
To dream that you are at a prom, represents cycles and the passage of time. This dream signals an end to something and the beginning of something else. This dream may also signify your anticipation of your own upcoming prom in real life.
Blond
To see a blond person in your dream, suggests that you need to enjoy life and live it up. Be a little glamorous.
Sandwich
To see a sandwich in your dream, suggests that a lot of pressure and stress is being put on you. It also reflects your ability to do two things at once. However, sometimes a sandwich is just a sandwich.
Bathroom
To dream that you are in the bathroom, relates to your instinctual urges. You may be experiencing some burdens/feelings and need to "relieve yourself". Alternatively, it may symbolize purification and self-renewal. You need to cleanse yourself, both emotionally and psychologically
Compact Disc
To see� a compact disc in your dream, represents a need for enjoyment or a distraction.� It denotes opportunities and possibilities. Consider the type of music and the title of the compact disc. If you are giving away the CD, you may be trying to convey a message to that person within the songs.
Army
To see the army in your dream, symbolizes an overpowering force working against you. You may feel outnumbered or pressured and unable to deal/overcome this situation.
To dream that you join the army, suggests your feelings of superiority. You feel that no one is any match for you.
Monday, April 07, 2008
A HOT Topic
I've taken the ASM Course Heat Treatment of Steel in an effort to diversify the number of things I can do. It started with one of those "for fun" kind of things (yes, most girls knit for fun, I case harden) but now I'm seeing that this could help mah career, so that's added a new dimension to things. Regardless of the payoff, I'm glad I've taken this course, it's blowing my mind. The topic's just so far out and groovy.
On a side note, if I were ever to work as a heat treat engineer or in a related capacity, the temptation is there to make a tshirt that says "Heat Treaters make it Hard."
In other news (and Mr. Deez heard me kvetching about this today), sitting at the bar. Yes, I was completing my heat treat tests while drinking beer and watching the Cubs game at BW3 - anyway, I've come to the conclusion that technical tests with graphs, numbers, and drawings of crystal structures and furnaces is the 2nd best way to keep men away at a bar, the first best way being a baby (preferably a screaming one). There was a fellow sitting next to me working on the Chicago Tribune and New York Times crossword puzzles (who am I to judge, with my test taking and all) that was aloof to everything, except the bartendress saying something about birth control. He butted in with "I found out it doesn't always work 6 weeks ago when I got my girlfriend pregnant." I proceeded to scoot my chair 2 clicks to the left (that would be away from this person).
Other Monday notables - Change Master training at the bank building downtown. I'm having a good time with this and am excited about having the word MASTER on my resume. And since we're downtown, I get to eat out of the food carts. Anytime you can eat out of a box with chopsticks, the opportunity can't be missed. I also found 'cheap' gas on War and University for $3.29/gal. WTF at that being new cheap - I guess that's the new normal. That's a change that everyone opposes yet accepts - the perfect topic for discussion in Change Master training Day 2 tomorrow.
Second to last volleyball game was tonight and lost 0-3. The other team had a gal that played volleyball for Bradley University. Her spikes were scary until Brittany told me to pull down her shorts next time she jumped up at the net. It's been a long time since I've played against someone that hit the ball that hard.
Today's Count:
amt. beer consumed: 96 ounces
# aces and kills in vball: 3 and 2 (setting is fun, but I have to make opportunities to spike it)
# miles driven: 42 (the country is nice, but i miss living IN Peoria)
Memphis.chokeCount()++1;
I've taken the ASM Course Heat Treatment of Steel in an effort to diversify the number of things I can do. It started with one of those "for fun" kind of things (yes, most girls knit for fun, I case harden) but now I'm seeing that this could help mah career, so that's added a new dimension to things. Regardless of the payoff, I'm glad I've taken this course, it's blowing my mind. The topic's just so far out and groovy.
On a side note, if I were ever to work as a heat treat engineer or in a related capacity, the temptation is there to make a tshirt that says "Heat Treaters make it Hard."
In other news (and Mr. Deez heard me kvetching about this today), sitting at the bar. Yes, I was completing my heat treat tests while drinking beer and watching the Cubs game at BW3 - anyway, I've come to the conclusion that technical tests with graphs, numbers, and drawings of crystal structures and furnaces is the 2nd best way to keep men away at a bar, the first best way being a baby (preferably a screaming one). There was a fellow sitting next to me working on the Chicago Tribune and New York Times crossword puzzles (who am I to judge, with my test taking and all) that was aloof to everything, except the bartendress saying something about birth control. He butted in with "I found out it doesn't always work 6 weeks ago when I got my girlfriend pregnant." I proceeded to scoot my chair 2 clicks to the left (that would be away from this person).
Other Monday notables - Change Master training at the bank building downtown. I'm having a good time with this and am excited about having the word MASTER on my resume. And since we're downtown, I get to eat out of the food carts. Anytime you can eat out of a box with chopsticks, the opportunity can't be missed. I also found 'cheap' gas on War and University for $3.29/gal. WTF at that being new cheap - I guess that's the new normal. That's a change that everyone opposes yet accepts - the perfect topic for discussion in Change Master training Day 2 tomorrow.
Second to last volleyball game was tonight and lost 0-3. The other team had a gal that played volleyball for Bradley University. Her spikes were scary until Brittany told me to pull down her shorts next time she jumped up at the net. It's been a long time since I've played against someone that hit the ball that hard.
Today's Count:
amt. beer consumed: 96 ounces
# aces and kills in vball: 3 and 2 (setting is fun, but I have to make opportunities to spike it)
# miles driven: 42 (the country is nice, but i miss living IN Peoria)
Memphis.chokeCount()++1;
Monday, March 24, 2008
"Don't Forget Your Penis Cream"
American Pie 2 is on USA right now and as I'm still amped up from the drive back to Peoria and my shoulder is burning wicked bad, I have no choice but to wait for the yummy Japanese noodle soup and Tylenol PM to kick in so that I can sleep a bit before kicking off the last full week of March (marzo, en espanol).
While watching this, I've come to the conclusion that "Jim's Dad," as played by Eugene Levy, is one of the coolest dads in tv/movie history. Just watch the scene where Jim's in the hospital after supergluing his hand to um, himself, and Jim's dad is asking the doctor how to speed up the healing process as European hottie Nadia will be coming to town. Great scene.
American Pie 2 is on USA right now and as I'm still amped up from the drive back to Peoria and my shoulder is burning wicked bad, I have no choice but to wait for the yummy Japanese noodle soup and Tylenol PM to kick in so that I can sleep a bit before kicking off the last full week of March (marzo, en espanol).
While watching this, I've come to the conclusion that "Jim's Dad," as played by Eugene Levy, is one of the coolest dads in tv/movie history. Just watch the scene where Jim's in the hospital after supergluing his hand to um, himself, and Jim's dad is asking the doctor how to speed up the healing process as European hottie Nadia will be coming to town. Great scene.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Bad Car-ma
I started my Monday morning by having my brakes go out. Now, let's just stop for a second so I can clarify that the brake fluid didn't actually start shooting out until after I had stopped the car and was in the process of examining the tire. Let me tell you - nothing stinks like boiling brake fluid. It smells like a turbo fire but way worse and I kept smelling it in my hair for the rest of the day. But the fact of the matter is, boiling brake fluid coming out of the wheel == muy muy mal (that's very, very bad to all you hombres not down with the espanol). And after this, I experienced a first: having to have a car towed.
Cut to 36 hours of hitchhiking (kidding!) around Peoria later and I'm cruising off the lot, rocking a new set of brake pads and drums and feeling good about the world. Hop, skip, jump to 4 hours later and I'm prepping my car to be towed back to the dealership tomorrow. This new set of pads and drums lasted me a whopping 25 miles! The lovely sound of "metal-to-metal" was my soundtrack for the last 1.5 miles home.
And wouldn't you know, I paid the damn thing off on the 8th.
I started my Monday morning by having my brakes go out. Now, let's just stop for a second so I can clarify that the brake fluid didn't actually start shooting out until after I had stopped the car and was in the process of examining the tire. Let me tell you - nothing stinks like boiling brake fluid. It smells like a turbo fire but way worse and I kept smelling it in my hair for the rest of the day. But the fact of the matter is, boiling brake fluid coming out of the wheel == muy muy mal (that's very, very bad to all you hombres not down with the espanol). And after this, I experienced a first: having to have a car towed.
Cut to 36 hours of hitchhiking (kidding!) around Peoria later and I'm cruising off the lot, rocking a new set of brake pads and drums and feeling good about the world. Hop, skip, jump to 4 hours later and I'm prepping my car to be towed back to the dealership tomorrow. This new set of pads and drums lasted me a whopping 25 miles! The lovely sound of "metal-to-metal" was my soundtrack for the last 1.5 miles home.
And wouldn't you know, I paid the damn thing off on the 8th.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Another Way to Achieve Clarity
Some people meditate for days or go on fasts. Others run in marathons or take large quantities of magic mushrooms.
I've puked my guts out for the past couple of days. Either it's the stomach flu or the large amounts of Firehouse pizza I gorged on Monday night. Regardless of origin, when you're ill and have time on your hands (absense from work...I just didn't want to make a bad impression all over anyone) to do some thinking. So, I've spent my time thinking of...
ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! Seriously, I've sat on my duff and watched the History channel and Amazing Videos on Spike TV. Large amounts of CNN sportszone, afternoon news, and of course, my beloved guilty pleasure the TODAY SHOW. I've eaten jello and saltines and started drinking regular (Sprite) soda again, and taken naps during the day. Granted, I've yakety yak yak yaked, but I'm actually in pretty high spirits. It's so nice to just shut off my brain and concentrate on the simple things in life, like sunning myself in the window and concentrating on not sharting when I sneeze. Yes, GI ailments are an awful, awful thing. But sometimes they give you the time off that one so desparately needs.
Some people meditate for days or go on fasts. Others run in marathons or take large quantities of magic mushrooms.
I've puked my guts out for the past couple of days. Either it's the stomach flu or the large amounts of Firehouse pizza I gorged on Monday night. Regardless of origin, when you're ill and have time on your hands (absense from work...I just didn't want to make a bad impression all over anyone) to do some thinking. So, I've spent my time thinking of...
ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! Seriously, I've sat on my duff and watched the History channel and Amazing Videos on Spike TV. Large amounts of CNN sportszone, afternoon news, and of course, my beloved guilty pleasure the TODAY SHOW. I've eaten jello and saltines and started drinking regular (Sprite) soda again, and taken naps during the day. Granted, I've yakety yak yak yaked, but I'm actually in pretty high spirits. It's so nice to just shut off my brain and concentrate on the simple things in life, like sunning myself in the window and concentrating on not sharting when I sneeze. Yes, GI ailments are an awful, awful thing. But sometimes they give you the time off that one so desparately needs.
Monday, March 03, 2008
Rainy Days can be Lovely Days
Greetings from the lobby of the Hampton Inn in Murray, KY. I'm finishing up some stuff for work before departing to meet with some friends and then be on the road again. I'm going to be driving through some interesting weather: rainstorms, ice, sleet, wind, and snow. Bring it on! Have tunes and will travel (2 new Cat Power cds and a Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds set from my trip to Terrapin Station), though I could easily pick up the soundtrack to Natural Born Killers after last night's viewing at the Curris Center. I actually wasn't overly disturbed by that film, but all of the green screen was really starting to mess with my head.
I'm actually going to drive as long as I can with the windows cracked to indulge in as much fresh air as possible. I love a good rainy day every now and then - it washes everything clean and gives a nice gloss to the world. Even driving in it doesn't bother me that much, just need to take it easy and watch out for the other guy.
I think I'll take things nice and easy (steady!) for the remainder of the week. Nothing that I can think of in the immediate requiring quick action or anything less than calm and deliberate behavior. This weekend was much needed.
Greetings from the lobby of the Hampton Inn in Murray, KY. I'm finishing up some stuff for work before departing to meet with some friends and then be on the road again. I'm going to be driving through some interesting weather: rainstorms, ice, sleet, wind, and snow. Bring it on! Have tunes and will travel (2 new Cat Power cds and a Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds set from my trip to Terrapin Station), though I could easily pick up the soundtrack to Natural Born Killers after last night's viewing at the Curris Center. I actually wasn't overly disturbed by that film, but all of the green screen was really starting to mess with my head.
I'm actually going to drive as long as I can with the windows cracked to indulge in as much fresh air as possible. I love a good rainy day every now and then - it washes everything clean and gives a nice gloss to the world. Even driving in it doesn't bother me that much, just need to take it easy and watch out for the other guy.
I think I'll take things nice and easy (steady!) for the remainder of the week. Nothing that I can think of in the immediate requiring quick action or anything less than calm and deliberate behavior. This weekend was much needed.
Sunday, March 02, 2008
The Anti-Suicide Note...or Why I'll Still be Breathing Tomorrow
So tonight, I was talking to my dear friend, Gibson, about how awesome my life is going right now and he inquired if I'd 'be okay' tonight. I assured him that my belt was for keeping my pants up, the window of my room does not open, and I no longer wear shoes with laces. But it got me thinking - if I were to kill myself, what would I put in the note.
Think about it - it's the last thing I'd ever write..man, now that's pressure! What if something is misspelled or I misuse the word 'myriad.' Maybe I confuse my active and passive verbs or throw in some word/phrase that has been made up and while common knowledge among my inner-circle, people misread me being 'owned by life' and think I offed myself because for financial reasons and horrible rumors start about me that I am unable to defend myself against because I have offered myself up as worm food.
Don't even get me started about having my burial arrangments being picked out for me. Mother has already purchased plots for the whole family in tiny little lake town, which is the last place on Earth where I want my remains to rest. She'll also pick out some horrid pink outfit for me and do something weird to my new bangs. Just the thought of spending eternity in Illinois, wearing mall hair and an Olan-Mills-worthy outfit is enough to make me want to live to fight one more day.
Final reason why I'm not going to kill myself tonight: the expulsion of the bowels upon expiration. Those who have seen South Park know what I'm talking about. Simply and crudely put, you shit yourself when you die. And if I'm going to be found with pants full of poo, it's not going to be at an age where I should know better or have been able to control myself.
In summation, you're going to see me tomorrow. I'll be up and wandering the streets before hopping back in the Canyonero 2.0 and trekking back to Peoria, frozen tundra that smells like beer. Granted, for all practical purposes, I'm homeless and I'm extremely heart broken, but I still have 2 job interview this week. I have to go make my mother proud because to her, the measure of one's success is not the worth they see in their own life (and right now it's just barely enough to not go suck on a tailpipe, but at least that's a start) and their level of happiness (though it makes me smirk a bit that there are people out there who care enough to not help me further emotionally destory myself) but rather what they can achieve. And let me tell you - those Little Lebowski Urban Achievers have nothing on this gal.
What did you achieve today? If you see me, you'll know what I achieved. Congratulate me - I dare you.
So tonight, I was talking to my dear friend, Gibson, about how awesome my life is going right now and he inquired if I'd 'be okay' tonight. I assured him that my belt was for keeping my pants up, the window of my room does not open, and I no longer wear shoes with laces. But it got me thinking - if I were to kill myself, what would I put in the note.
Think about it - it's the last thing I'd ever write..man, now that's pressure! What if something is misspelled or I misuse the word 'myriad.' Maybe I confuse my active and passive verbs or throw in some word/phrase that has been made up and while common knowledge among my inner-circle, people misread me being 'owned by life' and think I offed myself because for financial reasons and horrible rumors start about me that I am unable to defend myself against because I have offered myself up as worm food.
Don't even get me started about having my burial arrangments being picked out for me. Mother has already purchased plots for the whole family in tiny little lake town, which is the last place on Earth where I want my remains to rest. She'll also pick out some horrid pink outfit for me and do something weird to my new bangs. Just the thought of spending eternity in Illinois, wearing mall hair and an Olan-Mills-worthy outfit is enough to make me want to live to fight one more day.
Final reason why I'm not going to kill myself tonight: the expulsion of the bowels upon expiration. Those who have seen South Park know what I'm talking about. Simply and crudely put, you shit yourself when you die. And if I'm going to be found with pants full of poo, it's not going to be at an age where I should know better or have been able to control myself.
In summation, you're going to see me tomorrow. I'll be up and wandering the streets before hopping back in the Canyonero 2.0 and trekking back to Peoria, frozen tundra that smells like beer. Granted, for all practical purposes, I'm homeless and I'm extremely heart broken, but I still have 2 job interview this week. I have to go make my mother proud because to her, the measure of one's success is not the worth they see in their own life (and right now it's just barely enough to not go suck on a tailpipe, but at least that's a start) and their level of happiness (though it makes me smirk a bit that there are people out there who care enough to not help me further emotionally destory myself) but rather what they can achieve. And let me tell you - those Little Lebowski Urban Achievers have nothing on this gal.
What did you achieve today? If you see me, you'll know what I achieved. Congratulate me - I dare you.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Super Bowl Upset
Patriots lose - Giants win! David versus Goliath or karmic retribution for the whole filming plays scandal? Either way, tonight's game should make for some good watercooler fodder tomorrow.
I have a feeling I'll be staying up late tonight - have been sleeping a lot the past 3 days (worked from home Friday due to the 8 inches of snow coating the winding, hilly path I am required to take to get to work - and had quite the productive time preparing for Best Practice roll out; there's a lot to be said about working in a recliner) and getting way into the first 2 seasons of Breaking Bad on AMC. It's a show about a chemistry teacher that starts cooking drugs. Mr. Jeff and I have been picking apart the episode (props for the cameo appearance by our favorite acid, HF) while he works on his MBA and I blog and window shop for makeup and clothes.
(Seeing the new Clinique spring collection takes me back to February 2005 when I got the spring bloom line and spent the subsequent months adorned with soft shades of peach accented with lime green.)
Other highlights of the weekend included:
- baking a loaf of 9 grain bread that I accented with my own polenta-add in (Sparky bakes her own bread now - yet another reason to love her)
- watching movies (Shoot 'Em Up is incredibly vulgur and wrong...a modern day piece of grindhouse-style cinema and I loved it. btw - Monica Bellucci is gorgeous!)
- taking naps
- quesidillas at Jalepenos
- Mama's chocolate cake
- discovering that the East Peoria Kroger is a nice substitute for my beloved ghetto-Kroger on Sterling
In other news...
Still living in the basement of my parents' house, still happily engaged to Mr. Jeff, still freezing me arse off here in Peoria (though 30 degrees is starting to sound warm). I've been spending my evenings playing volleyball, becoming conversational in Spanish, and learning the basics of heat treating. The science of metallurgy is blowing my mind because I've never thought about phase change diagrams in the sense of the behavior of metal. (I've always thought more gaseous-liquid behaviors...)
And, wow - I just realized this is my first post since October.
Patriots lose - Giants win! David versus Goliath or karmic retribution for the whole filming plays scandal? Either way, tonight's game should make for some good watercooler fodder tomorrow.
I have a feeling I'll be staying up late tonight - have been sleeping a lot the past 3 days (worked from home Friday due to the 8 inches of snow coating the winding, hilly path I am required to take to get to work - and had quite the productive time preparing for Best Practice roll out; there's a lot to be said about working in a recliner) and getting way into the first 2 seasons of Breaking Bad on AMC. It's a show about a chemistry teacher that starts cooking drugs. Mr. Jeff and I have been picking apart the episode (props for the cameo appearance by our favorite acid, HF) while he works on his MBA and I blog and window shop for makeup and clothes.
(Seeing the new Clinique spring collection takes me back to February 2005 when I got the spring bloom line and spent the subsequent months adorned with soft shades of peach accented with lime green.)
Other highlights of the weekend included:
- baking a loaf of 9 grain bread that I accented with my own polenta-add in (Sparky bakes her own bread now - yet another reason to love her)
- watching movies (Shoot 'Em Up is incredibly vulgur and wrong...a modern day piece of grindhouse-style cinema and I loved it. btw - Monica Bellucci is gorgeous!)
- taking naps
- quesidillas at Jalepenos
- Mama's chocolate cake
- discovering that the East Peoria Kroger is a nice substitute for my beloved ghetto-Kroger on Sterling
In other news...
Still living in the basement of my parents' house, still happily engaged to Mr. Jeff, still freezing me arse off here in Peoria (though 30 degrees is starting to sound warm). I've been spending my evenings playing volleyball, becoming conversational in Spanish, and learning the basics of heat treating. The science of metallurgy is blowing my mind because I've never thought about phase change diagrams in the sense of the behavior of metal. (I've always thought more gaseous-liquid behaviors...)
And, wow - I just realized this is my first post since October.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Sparky = Living in the Basement of Parents' House
So I'm now 2 for 2 ... first, I said I'd never move back to Illinois. (Hello from Peoria) Second, I said I feared living in the basement of my parents' house. Well, soon I'll be living in the basement of my parents' house.
Here's the deal - folks are moving to Washington, which is just across the river from Peoria. I'm currently paying $xxx for rent plus $yyy for utilities (eff you, Ameren Cilco!) plus $zzz for other living expenses. I'm getting married in a year. Folks are building a sweet-pimp house on Pine Lake Golf Course. (Sparky golfs). So, I've been given the option of moving into their fully finished and quite awesome basement, rent free, until well...whenever. Short of throwing keggers, cooking meth, or other unspeakables, I can do what ever I want, whenever I want, on my own schedule. Of course, being the mild mannered person I am, this shouldn't be a problem.
Seeing my track record for such things, let me state right now for the record, I swear I'll never win the lottery. Never. Not in a million years.
So I'm now 2 for 2 ... first, I said I'd never move back to Illinois. (Hello from Peoria) Second, I said I feared living in the basement of my parents' house. Well, soon I'll be living in the basement of my parents' house.
Here's the deal - folks are moving to Washington, which is just across the river from Peoria. I'm currently paying $xxx for rent plus $yyy for utilities (eff you, Ameren Cilco!) plus $zzz for other living expenses. I'm getting married in a year. Folks are building a sweet-pimp house on Pine Lake Golf Course. (Sparky golfs). So, I've been given the option of moving into their fully finished and quite awesome basement, rent free, until well...whenever. Short of throwing keggers, cooking meth, or other unspeakables, I can do what ever I want, whenever I want, on my own schedule. Of course, being the mild mannered person I am, this shouldn't be a problem.
Seeing my track record for such things, let me state right now for the record, I swear I'll never win the lottery. Never. Not in a million years.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
And I'm Back
Woah...what a year and it's only mid-April.
I know you've all been reading, so there's no need to recap. (But for those of you who like those "last time on sparkyworld" intros to a blog entry, just scroll down.) I'm taking tomorrow off because I think I'm going to start the tradition of never working on a Friday the 13th. Or, at the very least, I felt like it'd be nice to have a long weekend with Mr. Jeff, watching movies (Grindhouse, w00!), bowling, mini-golfing, going to a volleyball party, and getting some engagement photos snapped.
So, in honor of the beginning of one of the best weekends ever, 5 things I'm digging this week:
1. Laser Floyd. Mr. Jeff and I went to see Laser Dark Side of the Moon at Lakeside Museum's Planetarium a couple of weekends ago. I've been rocking out to Dark Side and seeing lasers in my head since. Everyone needs to go to see Laser Floyd at least once. Everyone.
2. Amy Winehouse - Back to Black. This album is brilliant. It's the result of a drunken, high one night stand between a hip hop master and a sixties do-wop diva group. They tried her off to rehab, she said no no no. I say get this album, go go go.
3. Target - the number one reason this store is better than WalMart - they don't sell edited music. Oh, and those cute little Proenza Schouler numbers.
4. Striped Stuff - socks, shirts, pants... give me stripes!
5. Tostados Tortilla Chips with Hint of Lime - they're absolutely mesmorizing, which means that I can't keep them in the house. I go into a trance when I eat them and next thing I know, the whole bag is gone!
Woah...what a year and it's only mid-April.
I know you've all been reading, so there's no need to recap. (But for those of you who like those "last time on sparkyworld" intros to a blog entry, just scroll down.) I'm taking tomorrow off because I think I'm going to start the tradition of never working on a Friday the 13th. Or, at the very least, I felt like it'd be nice to have a long weekend with Mr. Jeff, watching movies (Grindhouse, w00!), bowling, mini-golfing, going to a volleyball party, and getting some engagement photos snapped.
So, in honor of the beginning of one of the best weekends ever, 5 things I'm digging this week:
1. Laser Floyd. Mr. Jeff and I went to see Laser Dark Side of the Moon at Lakeside Museum's Planetarium a couple of weekends ago. I've been rocking out to Dark Side and seeing lasers in my head since. Everyone needs to go to see Laser Floyd at least once. Everyone.
2. Amy Winehouse - Back to Black. This album is brilliant. It's the result of a drunken, high one night stand between a hip hop master and a sixties do-wop diva group. They tried her off to rehab, she said no no no. I say get this album, go go go.
3. Target - the number one reason this store is better than WalMart - they don't sell edited music. Oh, and those cute little Proenza Schouler numbers.
4. Striped Stuff - socks, shirts, pants... give me stripes!
5. Tostados Tortilla Chips with Hint of Lime - they're absolutely mesmorizing, which means that I can't keep them in the house. I go into a trance when I eat them and next thing I know, the whole bag is gone!
Friday, March 16, 2007
Last night, I learned that my grandfather, Grandpa!, died after rocking the face off the earth for 90 years.
In tribute, here are 5 facts about Grandpa!
- When Grandpa witnessed the surrender of the Japenese, the emporor of Japan was so overwhelmed by his awesomeness that his head exploded. The US government was so embarassed by this, that they rewrote the history books and had a stand in sign the surrender.
- Grandpa didn't use heavy equipment to dig a gravel pit. He stared at the earth until a hole dug itself.
-In the year 2000, Grandpa had to submit a urine sample. Much to the surprise of the urologist, Grandpa had pissed pure whiskey.
-The city of Springfield, MO asked him to move back to Illinois in 1997 because his extreme coolness was making the town look bad in comparison. To this day, Springfield still suffers from an inferiority complex.
-When Clint Eastwood was filming the Dirty Harry movies, the director would always urge Clint to "be more like Ben VonBurg" in order to accurately portray the epitome of bad assedness.
RIP, Grandpa! I hope you're kicking ass and taking names in Heaven.
Love, Sparky
In tribute, here are 5 facts about Grandpa!
- When Grandpa witnessed the surrender of the Japenese, the emporor of Japan was so overwhelmed by his awesomeness that his head exploded. The US government was so embarassed by this, that they rewrote the history books and had a stand in sign the surrender.
- Grandpa didn't use heavy equipment to dig a gravel pit. He stared at the earth until a hole dug itself.
-In the year 2000, Grandpa had to submit a urine sample. Much to the surprise of the urologist, Grandpa had pissed pure whiskey.
-The city of Springfield, MO asked him to move back to Illinois in 1997 because his extreme coolness was making the town look bad in comparison. To this day, Springfield still suffers from an inferiority complex.
-When Clint Eastwood was filming the Dirty Harry movies, the director would always urge Clint to "be more like Ben VonBurg" in order to accurately portray the epitome of bad assedness.
RIP, Grandpa! I hope you're kicking ass and taking names in Heaven.
Love, Sparky
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Sunday, February 18, 2007
How Engaging
Greetings from Aurora, IL! Home of Wayne's World. The thing that strikes me most about this place is how different real Aurora is from Wayne's World Aurora. It's much fancier here than it was in the movie? Or is it fancier here than it was in 1989? I'm not sure.
So I'm staying at a Super 8, which is great because it's across the street from Fox Valley mall, near Chipotle, and has wireless internet. The bathroom has a bright red, infrared light and I feel like old hamburgers whenever I go in there. I'll be showering in the dark tomorrow as to not have the proteins in my eyes cooked by the light. Even if I weren't aware of long wave rays, I wouldn't find the lighting cool. It's disorienting and weird.
Tomorrow I'm touring the wheel loader facility and it shoudl be pretty awesome. I get to one on one with staff up there, get an overview of behavior based safety programs, and drive tractors. I refuse to leave property until I've driven a tractor. I wonder if they'll let me drive tractors off property...all the way back to Peoria.
Leave and book it back to P-town for Volleyball at 7. Must remember my body mechanics to give good service! Bump, set, spike!
Oh, and I got engaged on Friday. I'm going to be Sparky McJeffers. :w00t:
Greetings from Aurora, IL! Home of Wayne's World. The thing that strikes me most about this place is how different real Aurora is from Wayne's World Aurora. It's much fancier here than it was in the movie? Or is it fancier here than it was in 1989? I'm not sure.
So I'm staying at a Super 8, which is great because it's across the street from Fox Valley mall, near Chipotle, and has wireless internet. The bathroom has a bright red, infrared light and I feel like old hamburgers whenever I go in there. I'll be showering in the dark tomorrow as to not have the proteins in my eyes cooked by the light. Even if I weren't aware of long wave rays, I wouldn't find the lighting cool. It's disorienting and weird.
Tomorrow I'm touring the wheel loader facility and it shoudl be pretty awesome. I get to one on one with staff up there, get an overview of behavior based safety programs, and drive tractors. I refuse to leave property until I've driven a tractor. I wonder if they'll let me drive tractors off property...all the way back to Peoria.
Leave and book it back to P-town for Volleyball at 7. Must remember my body mechanics to give good service! Bump, set, spike!
Oh, and I got engaged on Friday. I'm going to be Sparky McJeffers. :w00t:
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