Did any of you read those books when you were smaller? They'd start out, and then you got to pick different options for the way the book would end.
Let's do that now for my life...
You've learned in recent blogs that I just started school! (Insert many happy noises here :)
Then, in the most recent post, you learned that I got the part of Yente in "Fiddler on the Roof!" (Thanks to all who left such encouraging comments for me! I'm thrilled at the opportunity!)
Now, I'm leaving it up to you, my dear readers to choose/guess what happened last night.
Here are the options you're presented with:
A) Slept quietly through the night and woke up oh-so-rested this sunny morning
B) Woke up in the middle of the night experiencing extreme pain, and spent the night in the ER
C) Stayed up all night long reading "Crime & Punishment" to cross the silly book off my 30-by-30 list
I'll give the answer in a day or two...
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
I'm Legally Changing My Name
Consider yourselves informed that I am changing my name.
No, this is not an announcement of that kind. It's my first name that's changing, not my last name.
I'd thank you all if from now until November 12th, you refer to me as Yente!
Yes - this is my way of telling you that after auditioning on Sunday for a role in Fiddler on the Roof at the Majestic Theatre in Manchester, I received word that landed my first choice role as Yente, the matchmaker.
HURRAY!!!!!
Now I need to start working Yente's charms on my own life...
No, this is not an announcement of that kind. It's my first name that's changing, not my last name.
I'd thank you all if from now until November 12th, you refer to me as Yente!
Yes - this is my way of telling you that after auditioning on Sunday for a role in Fiddler on the Roof at the Majestic Theatre in Manchester, I received word that landed my first choice role as Yente, the matchmaker.
HURRAY!!!!!
Now I need to start working Yente's charms on my own life...
Thursday, September 07, 2006
I Wonder if the Pioneers Played "The Camping Game"
On the way to Nova Scotia (having left at 4:06 Friday morning) Evan, Jill & I amused ourselves by playing a rousing rendition of the camping game.
By the end I was laughing so hard it hurt, and I claimed the rights to blog about it. Perhaps it was a "had to be there" moment, but you try saying all of these from memory as fast as you can, with three children hollering at you from the backseat, and see if it doesn't make you laugh!
Without further ado, I offer you our list of what we'd bring if we went camping. Maybe this is why we don't do it very often!
Aborigines arrayed in Abercrombie & Fitch apperal (Way to start us off, Evan!)
Beautiful baboons
Celestial Seasonings tea
Dunkin Donuts
Egg salad sandwiches
Frankfurters
Gnomes
Happy, Healthy horses
Italian Ice
Jellyfish (this was Jed's contribution from the backseat)
Klutzes
Legs (after this Jill burst out laughing at what our RV would look like filled with all of this stuff - and a special seat just for the legs)
Mango smoothies
Nine ninny nincompoops (thank you, Evan!)
Orange ogres (apparently this person has not seen Shrek)
(A) Pleasant Princess
(A) Quintessentially quaint queen
Rapid roadrunners
Slinky
Ten tufted titmouse's in tuxedos
Ucalalies on unicycles (nothing I put in spellcheck will accept that word!)
Vicious velocaraptors (at first I typed velocaraptures, and this conjured up all sorts of heavenly flying dinosaurs, rising from their graves at the end of time!)
Willy Wonka's wacky waffles
Xavier's extra xylophones
Yaks from Yemen
Zany Zebras from Zimbabwe
By the end I was laughing so hard it hurt, and I claimed the rights to blog about it. Perhaps it was a "had to be there" moment, but you try saying all of these from memory as fast as you can, with three children hollering at you from the backseat, and see if it doesn't make you laugh!
Without further ado, I offer you our list of what we'd bring if we went camping. Maybe this is why we don't do it very often!
Aborigines arrayed in Abercrombie & Fitch apperal (Way to start us off, Evan!)
Beautiful baboons
Celestial Seasonings tea
Dunkin Donuts
Egg salad sandwiches
Frankfurters
Gnomes
Happy, Healthy horses
Italian Ice
Jellyfish (this was Jed's contribution from the backseat)
Klutzes
Legs (after this Jill burst out laughing at what our RV would look like filled with all of this stuff - and a special seat just for the legs)
Mango smoothies
Nine ninny nincompoops (thank you, Evan!)
Orange ogres (apparently this person has not seen Shrek)
(A) Pleasant Princess
(A) Quintessentially quaint queen
Rapid roadrunners
Slinky
Ten tufted titmouse's in tuxedos
Ucalalies on unicycles (nothing I put in spellcheck will accept that word!)
Vicious velocaraptors (at first I typed velocaraptures, and this conjured up all sorts of heavenly flying dinosaurs, rising from their graves at the end of time!)
Willy Wonka's wacky waffles
Xavier's extra xylophones
Yaks from Yemen
Zany Zebras from Zimbabwe
Monday, August 28, 2006
Of Church Picnics
Yesterday was about as much fun as a barrel of monkeys - maybe even more so!
Instead of a traditional church service, we had our annual church picnic down at "The Base."
There was a fabulous scavenger hunt (prepared by the pastor himself), free throw competition, soccer ball juggling, lots of yummy food, a rain storm that dampened everything but spirits, softball, volleyball, and fellowship to beat the band!
Here's a picture that I gleaned from Melody's blog - thanks, Mel :)
Instead of a traditional church service, we had our annual church picnic down at "The Base."
There was a fabulous scavenger hunt (prepared by the pastor himself), free throw competition, soccer ball juggling, lots of yummy food, a rain storm that dampened everything but spirits, softball, volleyball, and fellowship to beat the band!
Here's a picture that I gleaned from Melody's blog - thanks, Mel :)
Sunday, August 27, 2006
J-6 has arrived!
I'm an aunt for the sixth time!!
Congrats to Darren & Sara on the birth of little Daphne Michele this morning!
God is good!
Congrats to Darren & Sara on the birth of little Daphne Michele this morning!
God is good!
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Lindsay's Ark
No, this post has nothing to do with the kittens being born, or about me seeing a snake last week. It has nothing to with animals at all.
It does however have to do with vehicles (hence the word ark), water (that made the ark float), and me (Lindsay).
On Saturday night we had amazing amounts of rain... So much rain! And each time I would wake during the night to either the pouding of raindrops, or the boom of thunder I'd think, "I sure hope I rolled up my car windows," and then go back to sleep. (In my heart of hearts, I really thought I hadn't, but I was trying to maintain a steady REM pattern)
Finally, at seven o'clock Sunday morning, I got up (it was still pouring!) and went to the window. There, to my major gritting of teeth, was a very rolled-down window. So, I ran out (need I reiterate, STILL POURING!) and when I opened the driver's side door, I was met with almost two inches of rain on the floor of my car... and there was about that much on the passenger's side as well.
I scooped out large amounts of water with my hands, and then rolled up the windows. By this time I was more wet than I sometimes am when I've taken a shower. The floor still had water on it, and the seats were sopping, but I'd done what I could while the deluge was still coming down.
Later that afternoon, I got out the shop-vac and (with Jill's help, as the "on" button doesn't keep it on unless continually pressed) took care of most of the water.
As I travelled to work Monday morning I sat perched on the very front of the seat, covered with a towel, and couldn't lean back for fear of getting wet. And evidently there were pools that I hadn't discovered with the shop-vac, because whenever I'd come to a sudden halt, a tidal bore formed around my feet.
And, as Nanny McPhee so succintly puts it, "hmmh."
It does however have to do with vehicles (hence the word ark), water (that made the ark float), and me (Lindsay).
On Saturday night we had amazing amounts of rain... So much rain! And each time I would wake during the night to either the pouding of raindrops, or the boom of thunder I'd think, "I sure hope I rolled up my car windows," and then go back to sleep. (In my heart of hearts, I really thought I hadn't, but I was trying to maintain a steady REM pattern)
Finally, at seven o'clock Sunday morning, I got up (it was still pouring!) and went to the window. There, to my major gritting of teeth, was a very rolled-down window. So, I ran out (need I reiterate, STILL POURING!) and when I opened the driver's side door, I was met with almost two inches of rain on the floor of my car... and there was about that much on the passenger's side as well.
I scooped out large amounts of water with my hands, and then rolled up the windows. By this time I was more wet than I sometimes am when I've taken a shower. The floor still had water on it, and the seats were sopping, but I'd done what I could while the deluge was still coming down.
Later that afternoon, I got out the shop-vac and (with Jill's help, as the "on" button doesn't keep it on unless continually pressed) took care of most of the water.
As I travelled to work Monday morning I sat perched on the very front of the seat, covered with a towel, and couldn't lean back for fear of getting wet. And evidently there were pools that I hadn't discovered with the shop-vac, because whenever I'd come to a sudden halt, a tidal bore formed around my feet.
And, as Nanny McPhee so succintly puts it, "hmmh."
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Dreams Becoming Reality!
It's been about 12 years since I first began dreaming of being a massage therapist. I was in high school, and dreamt of starting school after I went to Bible School. After I graduated from Bible School, I began working at HSLDA, but the dream was still alive. When I moved back to NH four years ago, it was partly to start school.
To make a 12 year story very short, there were several times when applications were actually filled out for various schools, but God would close the door, and I'd have to deal with the death of my dream. I'd put the desire on the back burner of my mind, but it kept re-surfacing.
Last week I did some further research, felt like I got a green light from God, and sent in an application.
And last night in my mailbox was a letter of acceptance to the NH Tech massage therapy program!! I'll be taking it slow, but I'm on my way! I'll be starting classes Labor day week!
To make a 12 year story very short, there were several times when applications were actually filled out for various schools, but God would close the door, and I'd have to deal with the death of my dream. I'd put the desire on the back burner of my mind, but it kept re-surfacing.
Last week I did some further research, felt like I got a green light from God, and sent in an application.
And last night in my mailbox was a letter of acceptance to the NH Tech massage therapy program!! I'll be taking it slow, but I'm on my way! I'll be starting classes Labor day week!
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
My Evening of Rest That Turned Into Not That
So, on Monday night, after the weekend I just described in the last post, I was excited about going home and playing with the kids a little, cleaning a little, reading a little, and going to bed a LOT!
I drove down the driveway at work, thinking exhausted , yet happy thoughts about the evening ahead.
At the end of the driveway I came upon a sight that I hate more than almost anything... a car accident. And this one was extra bad, because I knew the person involved. She was a sweet lady whom I had trained about a year ago. I parked in the gas station at the bottom of the hill and ran to see what I could do. Thankfully, it had happened several minutes before, and all the people were out of the cars.
Pat* was standing up, but had a huge gash on her right arm, and was looking like she was going to pass out. "Is there anyone we can call?" we asked her. "No," she replied. Her husband was driving on his way home from work and she didn't want him worrying about her as he drove.
She hadn't been wearing her seatbelt, and when her car was hit, not only did the airbags deploy, but she was also knocked around a little. Her neck was sore and her shoulder hurt, so the EMTs came running with a neck brace and back board.
I stood around, answering any questions that I could, and digging through her purse for insurance information when it was needed.
The ambulance came, and they loaded her into the back, and I let them know I'd meet them at the hospital.
Knowing what I do about confidentiality in the health industry (I train it every class I have) I knew that if I was at the hospital, chances were they wouldn't even let me in to be with her, but at least I'd be there if she needed anything.
The nurse came and got me in less than an hour and I went back inside her curtained room to sit with her. We called her husband, and he said that he would come right over. Pat* was thirsty, so I went and got her water, and then tracked down a nurse to get the ok for her to drink it. I also knew that she was diabetic, so even though her stomach was still all shaky from the accident, I made a little picnic of crackers and peanut butter for her on the turnde-upside-down standard issue hospital barf bucket.
After a while she sent me to the waiting room with a picture of her husband, to see if he had arrived yet. I saw a man who was kind of wandering around, so I went over, held up the picture and asked if he was Richard*.
Alas, the door was locked and we couldn't get back in... I also couldn't get any of the nurses attention, so I just walked up to a door that I knew to be unlocked (I'd watched others use it while I was waiting) and just pushed it open. A tentative voice from behind me said, "Should we be going in here?"
"The key is," I said to Richard*, "to act like you belong in a place. If you look like you know what you're doing, people don't ask questions."
He placidly followed along behind me, and we found Pat* finally getting her arm taken care of.
I left soon after that, and can only imagine the conversations that the nurses had about me after I was gone. I'm sure they were very grateful that Pat* had a low-key husband...
And that was my Monday evening.
*names may have been changed due to confidentiality :)
I drove down the driveway at work, thinking exhausted , yet happy thoughts about the evening ahead.
At the end of the driveway I came upon a sight that I hate more than almost anything... a car accident. And this one was extra bad, because I knew the person involved. She was a sweet lady whom I had trained about a year ago. I parked in the gas station at the bottom of the hill and ran to see what I could do. Thankfully, it had happened several minutes before, and all the people were out of the cars.
Pat* was standing up, but had a huge gash on her right arm, and was looking like she was going to pass out. "Is there anyone we can call?" we asked her. "No," she replied. Her husband was driving on his way home from work and she didn't want him worrying about her as he drove.
She hadn't been wearing her seatbelt, and when her car was hit, not only did the airbags deploy, but she was also knocked around a little. Her neck was sore and her shoulder hurt, so the EMTs came running with a neck brace and back board.
I stood around, answering any questions that I could, and digging through her purse for insurance information when it was needed.
The ambulance came, and they loaded her into the back, and I let them know I'd meet them at the hospital.
Knowing what I do about confidentiality in the health industry (I train it every class I have) I knew that if I was at the hospital, chances were they wouldn't even let me in to be with her, but at least I'd be there if she needed anything.
The nurse came and got me in less than an hour and I went back inside her curtained room to sit with her. We called her husband, and he said that he would come right over. Pat* was thirsty, so I went and got her water, and then tracked down a nurse to get the ok for her to drink it. I also knew that she was diabetic, so even though her stomach was still all shaky from the accident, I made a little picnic of crackers and peanut butter for her on the turnde-upside-down standard issue hospital barf bucket.
After a while she sent me to the waiting room with a picture of her husband, to see if he had arrived yet. I saw a man who was kind of wandering around, so I went over, held up the picture and asked if he was Richard*.
Alas, the door was locked and we couldn't get back in... I also couldn't get any of the nurses attention, so I just walked up to a door that I knew to be unlocked (I'd watched others use it while I was waiting) and just pushed it open. A tentative voice from behind me said, "Should we be going in here?"
"The key is," I said to Richard*, "to act like you belong in a place. If you look like you know what you're doing, people don't ask questions."
He placidly followed along behind me, and we found Pat* finally getting her arm taken care of.
I left soon after that, and can only imagine the conversations that the nurses had about me after I was gone. I'm sure they were very grateful that Pat* had a low-key husband...
And that was my Monday evening.
*names may have been changed due to confidentiality :)
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Winter Coats in August
On Friday & Saturday night, Amy & I were outside for long periods of time, watching the sky for falling meteors. We saw several that were completely amazing, and many smaller ones. On Friday, we were out after midnight, and it was freezing! As we lay on the lawn the remark was made, "It's so wrong to be wearing my winter coat in the middle of August!"
This weekend was a whirlwind of a time. But really, busy-wise... it wasn't a weekend out of the ordinary for me - just events that were outside of ordinary.
Friday night Wesley & I went out for dinner and then to a Fisher Cats game. It was a pretty slow game, with all of the runs being made in the first two innings, but the end was worth it, as each Friday night that they play at home they have fireworks. I missed fireworks this 4th of July, but these ones were incredible! They probably lasted for about 20 minutes, and at least four times I thought it was the grand finale, but they just kept on going!
Then yesterday Amy, Craig, Claire & I went down to MA to see Sarah Lower marry Josh Crumlich. What an amazing ceremony! There were so many happy tears, as we saw the working of God's mighty hand come to fruition.
After the wedding and ceremony Amy, Claire and myself (Craig left w/ his family for vacation) went and walked around Rockport, stopping in shops, eating ice cream, watching taffy be made, listening to & laughing at this random man who was walking around the streets singing random babble at the top of his lungs.
We drove home through Gloucester, looking over the ocean, and even stopping to walk on the beach.. but it was SO cold, so we dipped our toes in, took pictures and got back in the car.
I hadn't been to church in two weeks, as my travels had taken me out of state, so it was wonderful to be back home with my family at Chestnut Hill today.
And then it was in the car to drive to Leominster to meet Aunt Jeannette for some Aunt/Niece time. It's been such an easy transition to be an Aunt of nieces, because I had such good examples!
I got home, called Mom & Dad to chat a bit, vaccuumed and swept, and now will do crash-y things for the evening... like read and such, before I get up tomorrow and take on the third week of this latest class.
This weekend was a whirlwind of a time. But really, busy-wise... it wasn't a weekend out of the ordinary for me - just events that were outside of ordinary.
Friday night Wesley & I went out for dinner and then to a Fisher Cats game. It was a pretty slow game, with all of the runs being made in the first two innings, but the end was worth it, as each Friday night that they play at home they have fireworks. I missed fireworks this 4th of July, but these ones were incredible! They probably lasted for about 20 minutes, and at least four times I thought it was the grand finale, but they just kept on going!
Then yesterday Amy, Craig, Claire & I went down to MA to see Sarah Lower marry Josh Crumlich. What an amazing ceremony! There were so many happy tears, as we saw the working of God's mighty hand come to fruition.
After the wedding and ceremony Amy, Claire and myself (Craig left w/ his family for vacation) went and walked around Rockport, stopping in shops, eating ice cream, watching taffy be made, listening to & laughing at this random man who was walking around the streets singing random babble at the top of his lungs.
We drove home through Gloucester, looking over the ocean, and even stopping to walk on the beach.. but it was SO cold, so we dipped our toes in, took pictures and got back in the car.
I hadn't been to church in two weeks, as my travels had taken me out of state, so it was wonderful to be back home with my family at Chestnut Hill today.
And then it was in the car to drive to Leominster to meet Aunt Jeannette for some Aunt/Niece time. It's been such an easy transition to be an Aunt of nieces, because I had such good examples!
I got home, called Mom & Dad to chat a bit, vaccuumed and swept, and now will do crash-y things for the evening... like read and such, before I get up tomorrow and take on the third week of this latest class.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Happy Birthday, Mom
B - best friend a girl could ask for
E - encouragement personified
V - very wise
E - enriches all the lives that she touches
R - ready to listen
L - loves to laugh
Y - yearns for a closer relationship with her Jesus
M - mom extraordinaire
A - always looks on the bright side
R - relishes her role of mom & nana
I - in love with my dad
E - england traveller
Sunday, August 06, 2006
A Whale of a Tale.... (insert groans here!)
Here are the pix from the weekend.We had such a great time!!
The seagulls rode on the heads of the whales while they were up feeding, and the guy on the boat said that periodically the gulls will get inside the mouths of the whale, the whale will dive, and they'll see it resurface in several seconds to spit the bird out.
Humpback whales eating and diving.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
A Tid-Bit Sort of Post
* It's been WICKED hot here in NH... but work is so air conditioned, I feel cold most of the day
* Last night I went out to dinner with not one, but two good guys!
* Wrangler proved once again that she's not a boy, by having three kittens on Jed's bed this morning (she spends most of her time over at the other Joneses house now...)
* I had a guy in my latest new hire class who was 6' 7"... he quit yesterday :(
* This weekend is the much anticipated whale watch trip with Amy & Drewey!
* Last night I went out to dinner with not one, but two good guys!
* Wrangler proved once again that she's not a boy, by having three kittens on Jed's bed this morning (she spends most of her time over at the other Joneses house now...)
* I had a guy in my latest new hire class who was 6' 7"... he quit yesterday :(
* This weekend is the much anticipated whale watch trip with Amy & Drewey!
Saturday, July 29, 2006
At The Lake
I'm here in Maine, getting some rest, sun, boat rides, lovins', and all the things that being at Uncle Rick & Aunt Kath's is known for.
It's kind of like one big, happy sigh!
It's kind of like one big, happy sigh!
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Friday, July 21, 2006
And the band played "It's A Small World..."
Yesterday one of the participants in my class said that she was driving to Keene after work.
"Oh neat," I said. "Amy and I went to school in Dublin."
"Where?" she queried.
I gave her the name of my alma mater, and she said...
"I had a friend who went there. I went to visit her several times and I hated that place."
Um... speechless! Cool about the friend, thanks for the hate.
(Turns out she didn't like it because she thought it was chauvinistic. She wasn't all into the women doing all the cooking and cleaning. "I want to marry a guy who can clean and cook," she said)
"So who do you know who went there??" I kept asking, as she kept telling me about her lack of love for the place.
And guess who it was???
Our very own Betty the Jenkins!!
And that made me smile, and be amazed at how very small the world is.
PS - This morning I mentioned the school that I went to from 1st - 4th grade and this same participant piped up that her kids had gone there, and did I know Mrs. Carleton? The band keeps playing!
"Oh neat," I said. "Amy and I went to school in Dublin."
"Where?" she queried.
I gave her the name of my alma mater, and she said...
"I had a friend who went there. I went to visit her several times and I hated that place."
Um... speechless! Cool about the friend, thanks for the hate.
(Turns out she didn't like it because she thought it was chauvinistic. She wasn't all into the women doing all the cooking and cleaning. "I want to marry a guy who can clean and cook," she said)
"So who do you know who went there??" I kept asking, as she kept telling me about her lack of love for the place.
And guess who it was???
Our very own Betty the Jenkins!!
And that made me smile, and be amazed at how very small the world is.
PS - This morning I mentioned the school that I went to from 1st - 4th grade and this same participant piped up that her kids had gone there, and did I know Mrs. Carleton? The band keeps playing!
Saturday, July 15, 2006
A Surefire Sleeping Pill
Once upon a time I heard my Aunt Pam say that if she was having trouble getting to sleep, she would go through the alphabet, reciting a Bible verse for each letter. It has the same effect as the traditional "counting sheep method," yet also gets one's mind in the right place.
I started doing it quite soon after I heard about it, and it works really well! But, there's a funny side effect when I do it. I can tell I'm almost asleep, because all of the sudden I'll start thinking of a random book or movie quote instead of a Bible verse... or it will be just a completely random statement put into King James-ish speak. I'll smile to myself, and drop off.
There are times that I spice it up a bit, and go through the alphabet using the first lines of hymns. Those times also, I can tell I'm about to fall asleep, because something really random will pop into my head.
The other night I was really tired, but just couldn't fall asleep. I knew that I couldn't do the Bible verse one, because trying to concentrate would wake me up more. I couldn't even think of hymns, so I decided to do attributes of God that I was grateful for.
Here's how far I go before I fell asleep...
A - Awe inspiring
B - Beautiful
C - Creator
D - Diabetic... and, she's gone!
I started doing it quite soon after I heard about it, and it works really well! But, there's a funny side effect when I do it. I can tell I'm almost asleep, because all of the sudden I'll start thinking of a random book or movie quote instead of a Bible verse... or it will be just a completely random statement put into King James-ish speak. I'll smile to myself, and drop off.
There are times that I spice it up a bit, and go through the alphabet using the first lines of hymns. Those times also, I can tell I'm about to fall asleep, because something really random will pop into my head.
The other night I was really tired, but just couldn't fall asleep. I knew that I couldn't do the Bible verse one, because trying to concentrate would wake me up more. I couldn't even think of hymns, so I decided to do attributes of God that I was grateful for.
Here's how far I go before I fell asleep...
A - Awe inspiring
B - Beautiful
C - Creator
D - Diabetic... and, she's gone!
Monday, July 10, 2006
Tales From the One-Eyebrowed Wonder
On Saturday I was getting ready to go to party where I would see people that I hadn't seen in several years. In preparing for said party, I was in front of the mirror working on my eyebrows. I plucked (Sorry for those opposed to saying/typing/talking about words like that in public - it's my blog and my life is an open book) until I was very happy with the shape.
Then remembering that when I get them waxed, the person generally trims them a bit, I got out my little scissors, and started to trim.
After the first snip, I took the scissors away, and there was a large chunk of very bald skin in the middle of my right eyebrow. I burst out laughing... then burst into tears. And spent the next several minutes going back and forth in beween the two emotions.
I called Mom in a panic. She said, "Just use your eyebrow pencil, fill it in, and don't tell anyone, and it'll be fine." I used the first part of the advice, but only made it about an hour and a half without telling anyone!
The good thing is, no one started at my appearance, and there was a lack of staring at my right eyebrow, so I think that I successfully fooled the masses... at least the masses that I didn't tell!
Then remembering that when I get them waxed, the person generally trims them a bit, I got out my little scissors, and started to trim.
After the first snip, I took the scissors away, and there was a large chunk of very bald skin in the middle of my right eyebrow. I burst out laughing... then burst into tears. And spent the next several minutes going back and forth in beween the two emotions.
I called Mom in a panic. She said, "Just use your eyebrow pencil, fill it in, and don't tell anyone, and it'll be fine." I used the first part of the advice, but only made it about an hour and a half without telling anyone!
The good thing is, no one started at my appearance, and there was a lack of staring at my right eyebrow, so I think that I successfully fooled the masses... at least the masses that I didn't tell!
Friday, July 07, 2006
Wowsah!!
Going to bed at 7:30 and not getting up until after 6:00 the next morning certainly revamps your entire outlook on life!!
Monday, July 03, 2006
Things That Make You Say, "I Hate My Life."
Yesterday, it looked like it was going to rain, so I needed to put the top back up on my car. Well, as those friends who have helped me before, zipping in the back windows is no walk in the park. Amy helped me get one of them zipped in, but the one of the driver's side didn't feel like cooperating, so we just tucked into the frame to keep the back seat from getting wet.
This morning on the way to work, the tucked-in window flew out on the highway. I pulled over and ran back, while watching all the on-coming traffic playing slalom with my window. I was about ten feet away, when a car came flying up in that lane, and ran right over it. Thinking I already looked like an idiot, I refrained from throwing an all-out tantrum in the middle of 293,but when I reached my window, it was evident that it had become a casualty of that lady's tires... there was a tear in it. NOT COOL!!! I was SO incredibly angry, but of course I thought only godly things towards the offender and her car!
Then I got to work, and I had to trade training rooms, so I had to move all my stuff into a new room. Well, once I got in their I discovered that the trainer's computer didn't work. So I tried to restart it. That didn't work either, so I called our I.S. dept. The tech guy came, looked at it.
"What did you do to it?"
"I just tried to restart it," I said.
"Well, how did you do it?" he asked.
"Um, I turned it off and turned it back on."
"Well, it's dead and I have to rebuild you a new one now," said Mr I.S. man.
More godly thoughts rushed into my head.
Then, I got a papercut in between my ring finger and pinkie.
ALL OF THIS WAS BEFORE EIGHT O'CLOCK THIS MORNING!
During the day, things continued in the same bent.
The class didn't really get what I was training.
Someone got their feelings hurt and spent the entire lunch break telling me all about it.
A biggish-wig came in to talk to the class, and one of the participants was on their cell phone the entire time. That made me look good!
But then, there are the things that make a hellish day a little better...
Talking to Mom & Dad on the phone on the way home from work
Hugs from little nieces and nephews next door when I get home
Cleaning my house, doing laundry & the dishes, so it will be sparkly when I wake up tomorrow
Playing the piano at the church
Jill saying "I love you"
Watching Evan & Jed play war with little army guys
Talking to Darren on the phone
But that's too much focusing on the positive! I must now go concentrate on sending bad vibes toward Evil-run-over-window lady!
This morning on the way to work, the tucked-in window flew out on the highway. I pulled over and ran back, while watching all the on-coming traffic playing slalom with my window. I was about ten feet away, when a car came flying up in that lane, and ran right over it. Thinking I already looked like an idiot, I refrained from throwing an all-out tantrum in the middle of 293,but when I reached my window, it was evident that it had become a casualty of that lady's tires... there was a tear in it. NOT COOL!!! I was SO incredibly angry, but of course I thought only godly things towards the offender and her car!
Then I got to work, and I had to trade training rooms, so I had to move all my stuff into a new room. Well, once I got in their I discovered that the trainer's computer didn't work. So I tried to restart it. That didn't work either, so I called our I.S. dept. The tech guy came, looked at it.
"What did you do to it?"
"I just tried to restart it," I said.
"Well, how did you do it?" he asked.
"Um, I turned it off and turned it back on."
"Well, it's dead and I have to rebuild you a new one now," said Mr I.S. man.
More godly thoughts rushed into my head.
Then, I got a papercut in between my ring finger and pinkie.
ALL OF THIS WAS BEFORE EIGHT O'CLOCK THIS MORNING!
During the day, things continued in the same bent.
The class didn't really get what I was training.
Someone got their feelings hurt and spent the entire lunch break telling me all about it.
A biggish-wig came in to talk to the class, and one of the participants was on their cell phone the entire time. That made me look good!
But then, there are the things that make a hellish day a little better...
Talking to Mom & Dad on the phone on the way home from work
Hugs from little nieces and nephews next door when I get home
Cleaning my house, doing laundry & the dishes, so it will be sparkly when I wake up tomorrow
Playing the piano at the church
Jill saying "I love you"
Watching Evan & Jed play war with little army guys
Talking to Darren on the phone
But that's too much focusing on the positive! I must now go concentrate on sending bad vibes toward Evil-run-over-window lady!
Sunday, July 02, 2006
There's this girl...
... in my current new hire class at work, and we really click. In fact, we've been doing things together in the evenings after work, we talk on the phone quite often, and yesterday we went to the beach. How fun is that?? It's almost like we're becoming best buds... oh wait! We ARE best buds! AMY IS IN MY NEWEST CLASS!
And yesterday we crossed another thing off our "Things to do Together - Summer Edition" list... Go to the beach with the top down!
Other things we've crossed off thus far:
Things yet to do... with Drewey, too:
And yesterday we crossed another thing off our "Things to do Together - Summer Edition" list... Go to the beach with the top down!
Other things we've crossed off thus far:
- Eating gelato at a little cafe nearby
- Saw Ice Age II
- Picnic in the park
Things yet to do... with Drewey, too:
- Whale watch
- High Hopes Hot air balloon Festival
- Isabel Gardner Museum in Boston
- Go to Concord, MA - Porsmouth, NH & Kennebunkport, ME
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