Friday, November 30, 2007
Missed the friday flashback again. I'll cook something up good this weekend.
But I guess your looking fore something here... so click the pic and go see how I've been passing the time. I'm on-call this weekend, which means I'm stuck here.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Jennifer tagged me for this 7 things about me meme that is going around... so here are 7 things about me.
- Everyday in December on my calendar has something on it. Just looking at it makes me want to panic.
- I just hung up Christmas lights in my room. They look very festive.
- I don't want to go to bed because that means tomorrow will be here. I have no desire to go to class.
- I'm totally in love with the idea of being in love. And that blows.
- I cannot wait until it SNOWS (a lot!)
- I have posted in this blog 504 times. I love it.
- I'm broke.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
What's that up ahead? A father and a son tossing a football? I slow as the dad who was in the middle of the highway goes to the side to let the cars pass. In my rear view I catch a glance of the officer slowing down rolling his windows down and shouting something out the window to the pair tossing the football - across the highway.
Before I know it the cop is back on my tush. We are taking a sharper than normal curve to the left. All of the sudden I see a gray minivan in the emergency only pull off lane to my left headed the wrong direction. I slow down to make sure we pass with out hitting each other. I glance up to my mirror expecting to see the officer spin around and go catch this guy, but he doesn't. Does he think I'm a DUI or something? Why won't this guy get off my ass? I decide that he is just too close for comfort so I flip on my blinker to move over to the middle lane. As I do this I catch something in the corner of my eye. Shit. All I see are the headlights of that silver Mercedes. BaM! It was too late there was nothing I could do. I'm pushed from my rear passenger side by the Mercedes, up in to the air. My left cheek bone hits the steering wheel and I have a death grip on ten and two. I'm upside down flying over the median and I calmly blurt "I'm going to die" into the eerie silence. Miraculously I land on all four in the right emergency lane of the west bound traffic facing the correct direction. I take a deep breath and realize I will never drive again.
And then I woke up.
5. "They told me at the Blood Bank this might happen."
4. "This is just a 15 minute power nap they raved about in the time management course you sent me to."
3. "Whew! Guess I left the top off the Whiteout. You probably got here just in time."
2. "Did you ever notice sound coming out of these keyboards when you put your ear down real close?" And the NUMBER ONE best thing to say if you get caught sleeping at your desk...
1. Raise your head slowly and say, "...in Jesus' name, Amen."
I Love all of these.... but please tell me, How do you explain the drool!?
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Honestly you were a bitch form the start. Remember how when I reached 75 miles on the highway your steering wheel started to shake? We got that fixed, and thank god you were under warranty then - I think they replaced your tires twice, breaks and something else as well. Remember when your sunroof stopped working? That was just stubborn of you. I'm sure you didn't like the wind ripping through your insides, but the fact of the matter was... I liked it flowing through my hair! You were selfish and decided to close up for good. It would have been 2,000 dollars to pry open your stubborn ass. I wasn't about to do that, you made your point. And I guess you got pissed that I wasn't paying enough attention to the cleanliness of the inside of my car so you decided to take it into your own hands... buy letting any and every drop of rain in right through the passenger side door and onto my floor. How rude. Remember that time we went over the train tracks? I went too fast and hit my breaks... so you ever so slightly cracked the ABS ring thing-a-ma-bober around my axle so would make a funny clunky sound every time I tried to stop. You are unforgiving. Maybe that's why you called attention to yourself with that bright flashy yellowness that you have and that car hit us at Meijer? Could it be all your fault?
No. I think the other lady just sucks at driving. I cannot blame you. I will however blame you for all of the speeding tickets I have acquired over the past six years. Never once, have I gotten a speeding ticket in any other car. You yellowness just calls out to the radar gun. And for that I hate you.
You were a good jokester too. Like when you decided that the motor to the windshield wipers needed a permanent break... while it was raining outside. I found that quite amusing.
Oh but you have been good to me too. I was an abusive parent. I hit you with a mailbox and you took it like a champ. Your mirror hung in there, it just wobbled a bit after that. You didn't complain when that bitchy little girl rear ended us and I didn't fix you. You understood that the money was needed for rent. You were always good to me in the snow, and braced yourself every time i hit a curb. You took me to California and back with no problems at all, I will always say that was the best trip ever. And we did it alone, together. You had amazing factory speakers and you even put up with my terrible singing. I don't know how you did it. And though your black leather seats were HOT HOT HOT every day during the summer, they were so forgiving. Like that time (or two) that I left my windows and sunroof open... and it poured. you just held the water right there for me to soak up. I don't remember how many times I've spilled or dropped something on those seats... but there is not a single stain!
We've had our issues, our disagreements.... but overall you were a good car. And though I may never know what that squeaky sound was every morning, I no longer have to worry about it becuase you are in a better place.... even if you were assassinated.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Wednesday I got I a car wreck. I was headed to Meijer after work to visit the bank. I was on the "main drag" and some woman in a SUV comes speeding out of an isle. She was going straight and did not stop at all. BAM. The officer talked to us and the two witnesses and found her at fault. Now I'm driving a Dodge Caliber with enormous blind spots and I won't find out about damages to my car until Monday morning. That car was my life. I planned on having it until it broke down (of "natural" reasons). The whole ordeal is stressing me out, which is the reason I have the largest zit of my life on my cheek right now. Maybe if I pop it, everything will be alright?
Classes have been crazy easy this quarter. I'll admit that I'm a HUGE slacker, but school kind of comes naturally to me. I only do the reading for one class, Constitutional Issues and Procedures. It's hard but I think one of the best/my favorite classes of my college career. I'm learning a ton. Midterms we all last week and the week before. This week a lot of the Criminal Justice Professors are headed off to a conference, so I only have 2 classes ALL week. It's going to be great.
Happy Birthday to Tiffany last week, Grandpa the 13th, and Lisa the 18th. Lisa's gift is wrapped and ready. She knows what it is, and because I get REALLY excited about giving gifts... she's getting it tomorrow! I got her Wreck this Journal. It's a good gift for anyone who is slightly creative.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
By: Jon Krakauer
Book Description: In April 1992 a young man from a well-to-do family hitchhiked to Alaska and walked alone into the wilderness north of Mt. McKinley. His name was Christopher Johnson McCandless. He had given $25,000 in savings to charity, abandoned his car and most of his possessions, burned all the cash in his wallet, and invented a new life for himself. Four months later, his decomposed body was found by a moose hunter....
What I thought: This book was definitely not the type of book I normally read. I wanted to read it becuase I saw the preview for the movie... When I saw it in the bookstore I picked it up without second guessing myself. The style of this book was like a documentary. We here the story of Chris, how he survived, how he traveled, the people he met along the way, his family, people he shared similarities with, we read his notes and letters, we get to understand (the best that we can) this man's incredible journey. We learn about the discovery of his death, how he may have died, but mostly we learn to admire his free spirit and thinking.
I loved this book. I loved the story. I loved that it was real. I recommend this read. I have no desire to see the movie. The book was just perfect.
I give this book 4.5 out of 5
UPDATE: The Book was better than the movie!
Saturday, November 3, 2007
By: Jane Green
Book Description: Jemima Jones is overweight. About one hundred pounds overweight. Treated like a maid by her thin and social-climbing roommates, and lorded over by the beautiful Geraldine (less talented but better paid) at the Kilburn Herald, Jemima finds that her only consolation is food. Add to this her passion for her charming, sexy, and unobtainable colleague Ben, and Jemima knows her life is in need of a serious change. When she meets Brad, an eligible California hunk, over the Internet, she has the perfect opportunity to reinvent herself–as JJ, the slim, beautiful, gym-obsessed glamour girl. But when her long-distance Romeo demands that they meet, she must conquer her food addiction to become the bone-thin model of her e-mails–no small feat.
With a fast-paced plot that never quits and a surprise ending no reader will see coming, Jemima J is the chronicle of one woman's quest to become the woman she's always wanted to be, learning along the way a host of lessons about attraction, addiction, the meaning of true love, and, ultimately, who she really is.
What I thought: If your fat or were fat, you might like this book. Otherwise don't bother reading it. I thought it was O.K. It was written weirdly. We would see glimpses of the characters and then if would jump out and I'd be reading a narrator analyzing the characters. It was kind of odd. Though I did find myself anxious to keep reading... and I laughed a few times!
I also felt like I was reading a book about some stripper because ... well, look at the cover. I kept folding the book over so no one would ask what I was reading! lol.
I give this book 3.5 out of 5
Friday, November 2, 2007
....In the total darkness of my room. I hope to get out some point and do it in the street like that one commercial. Then you will have more to look at. I also need to figure out if I can keep my shutter open longer. I don't have enough time to get through my whole name! it just comes out ERI and half a K.
Bowie in Labyrinth (from CollegeHumor)
Sara, I think You should should be this for Halloween next year.
My grandparents had the movie Labyrinth and as kids we used to watch it every time we went up there. I'm headed up there for Thanksgiving.... I'm SO going to watch it! If you haven't seen it, CHECK IT OUT!