I forgot my password for a while so I haven't been able to write on here and have been using the myspace blog. Just for fun, I'm going to copy those random, sometimes funny blogs.
A little laugh for some of you
It's nice to know one can make people laugh, even when unintended. I've told a few people already and I unintentionally made people laugh :)
For those of you that know Christine and I- we have a little discussion every now and then to see who's Charlie Brown Cloud is bigger. Christine had a little bit of the Charlie Brown cloud over the weekend but thankfully everything turned out well!
Yesterday, I was having a little bit of an "off" day due to a little stress. As I'm walking to my car after work thinking about various issues, I feel something plop on my head. It wasn't a little plop like bird flying over and doing it's duty over your head and it wasn't a big OUCH plop, it was just a little plop. Trying to figure out what it is I look right beside me because whatever just hit me in the head was still bouncing- It was a tennis ball! Seriously, who walks to their car after work and gets hit with a tennis ball. All I could do was laugh- I called Christine and she asks for me to say it again and I did- as of now- she agrees- my cloud is just a little bit bigger.
At least the cloud isn't a horrible cloud- it's just one of those clouds that makes me laugh and wonder what in the world will happen next :)
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Mistakes
Life is full of making mistakes, and like many people, I make umpteen mistakes on a daily basis. Each mistake, I try to learn something from what happened. Usually, I'm not too upset with my mistakes unless it affects someone else.
Today, had been kind of busy at work which doesn't always happen. I advise a student group that started last year and we are trying to make it even bigger than last year. It's not in my job duties but it's something that I have a true passion for and greatly enjoy. Over the past week, I've had quite a few businesses e-mail asking if they could sponsor one of our meetings and talk about job and internship possibilities. Since this is something that our department has wanted to do anyway- just noone has had the time to make it happen, I've been trying to take advantage of these offers. The only problem is trying to find a time when many students can come to a meeting. For the majority of the day, this is what I was working on. I left work at four just to be continued once back at home. For me, since I am not business minded and don't "speak" business language, this can be somewhat challenging and draining for me.
The mistake comes in that, when I am focused on something I tend to forget about other things. It's one of my flaws that I have no problem admitting. So, let's back track a minutes. Last weekend, I was suppose to have lunch with a friend- it didn't happen because he had homework to finish and I just needed a day to myself. We rescheduled for today after work, we didn't set a time or place (another mistake on my part, if no place or time is set- i don't put it in my mental calendar). I was to call my "new" friend after I was done with work and then we would meet for coffee/tea.
After work, I go home to take Dora out, get back on-line and start to make some more phone calls. Not even thinking of anything else. Then, I get to the dinner, I realize that I forgot to call this person. Go to check my phone and the number isn't in my phone. I feel horrible, especially because I can't stand broken arrangements. I'm starting to stress out because of this, and then stress out for other reasons at the dinner as well. I try to hide things, but I've learned I unfortunately don't do that very well. Before I left, I had three people ask why I wasn't my normal chipper/host-ey self :( So, now I've broken an engagement and haven't been the type of host I like to be.
Oh well, we all have off days, right?
After being dropped off, I go to e-mail my "new" friend. Well, my friend had beat me to the e-mail and all it says was "That was a strange experience, I'm glad to know what you are like". Ouch, this is one mistake I don't think I can fix.
I love to laugh, and have plenty of opportunity to laugh during the day, unfortunately this is not one a case that brings me to laugh- I feel awful about the whole situation. This person seems to be a person with a gigantic heart and a nice personality, and I just wish him the best of luck and a life full of happiness.
Today, had been kind of busy at work which doesn't always happen. I advise a student group that started last year and we are trying to make it even bigger than last year. It's not in my job duties but it's something that I have a true passion for and greatly enjoy. Over the past week, I've had quite a few businesses e-mail asking if they could sponsor one of our meetings and talk about job and internship possibilities. Since this is something that our department has wanted to do anyway- just noone has had the time to make it happen, I've been trying to take advantage of these offers. The only problem is trying to find a time when many students can come to a meeting. For the majority of the day, this is what I was working on. I left work at four just to be continued once back at home. For me, since I am not business minded and don't "speak" business language, this can be somewhat challenging and draining for me.
The mistake comes in that, when I am focused on something I tend to forget about other things. It's one of my flaws that I have no problem admitting. So, let's back track a minutes. Last weekend, I was suppose to have lunch with a friend- it didn't happen because he had homework to finish and I just needed a day to myself. We rescheduled for today after work, we didn't set a time or place (another mistake on my part, if no place or time is set- i don't put it in my mental calendar). I was to call my "new" friend after I was done with work and then we would meet for coffee/tea.
After work, I go home to take Dora out, get back on-line and start to make some more phone calls. Not even thinking of anything else. Then, I get to the dinner, I realize that I forgot to call this person. Go to check my phone and the number isn't in my phone. I feel horrible, especially because I can't stand broken arrangements. I'm starting to stress out because of this, and then stress out for other reasons at the dinner as well. I try to hide things, but I've learned I unfortunately don't do that very well. Before I left, I had three people ask why I wasn't my normal chipper/host-ey self :( So, now I've broken an engagement and haven't been the type of host I like to be.
Oh well, we all have off days, right?
After being dropped off, I go to e-mail my "new" friend. Well, my friend had beat me to the e-mail and all it says was "That was a strange experience, I'm glad to know what you are like". Ouch, this is one mistake I don't think I can fix.
I love to laugh, and have plenty of opportunity to laugh during the day, unfortunately this is not one a case that brings me to laugh- I feel awful about the whole situation. This person seems to be a person with a gigantic heart and a nice personality, and I just wish him the best of luck and a life full of happiness.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Charlie Brown cloud
That Darn Charlie Brown Cloud Part II
So, I've had more than a few friends say to me that my life would make a pretty good sitcom and I'm starting to believe this to be true.
Let's start with the weekend, I had plans to go to the North Shore on Saturday. On Friday, I had offered to make lunch and dinner. Since the Weekly Dinner was going to start late, I had planned to go grocery shopping after taking the dog for a walk. I was a bit tired due to some stress and not sleeping well so I decided to take a power nap- only problem- I didn't wake up to the alarm- and slept until it was time to go to dinner. Not a big deal until I realized I don't have groceries. Hmmm, figure I'll grocery shop on my way home- nope, instead I go with a friend to check out a band for her birthday and stay until 1:00 a.m. Yikes, figure I'll get up at 4 to go grocery shopping.
Alarm goes off-hit snooze, alarm goes off- hit snooze, alarm goes off hit snooze. This happens until 5:15, CRAP! I have to leave my apartment at 6:30 and still need to go the grocery store and then pack lunch.
Get to the grocery store and realize, shopping at this time of the mornig is kind of fun- no lines to worry about, no accidentally running over someones foot and if I drop something noone is there to see :)
Get back to the apartment and start to pack the lunches, everything is going well- just about to finish up, get the dog and leave right on time. Until, while finishing the lunch, I move my arm a little to the right and CRASH! 2 of my glasses fell and shattered all over the floor. Texted the boy to let him know I would be late and the reasons why, and he responds with something to the effect of "no surprise".
Oh well, I make it the rest of the day without spilling, falling, or breaking anything. Fast forward to the following day, I'm so excited because I've had one day all to myself- I've done laundry, I finished a book, I've posted on craigslist and e-bay. About to head out for dinner with some of the girls.
It's started to rain, the dog needs to go out so I grab her leash, go to the basement to switch a load of laundry and then head outside to quickly let the dog go to the bathroom. Due to the rain, Dora goes to the bathroom quite fast. I go to head back inside the apartment building.
Oh no, where did I put my keys? Did I not take them with me? Crap, the keys are still in my apartment. I never take them with me when changing the laundry and out of habit, I did the same thing.
It's starting to rain a little more and I'm starting to panic. I'm suppose to be at dinner in 30 minutes, no keys. I call one of the girls to let her know what happened and that I would be late. I text E as he is always telling me "keys, phone, purse- you say to have all three and now I have none". He texts back saying "you must have one"- Good point :) He calls and calms me down a bit.
My apartment building is an old house with 6 apartments. I'm looking for someone that's home and I only see lights on in one apartment. This is the guy that does not like me due to my dog. I'm yelling (well, what I conside yelling). "hello, anyone there- I'm locked out- can you let me in?". No answer. We also have buzzers to the apartments but no intercom system, I hit all of the buzzers for a couple seconds hoping that someone might come down. Unfortunately, due to the incident/break in a few weeks ago residents are more cautious and noone came down.
Dora is soaking wet, I'm starting to cry out of frustration and disbelief. Though, I know it's something that as soon as I get back in, I'll be able to laugh at.
I hadn't yelled my neighbors name yet, because I wasn't sure if it was right since I've never officially met him. Finally, I just yell it and he comes right to the window. I explain what happened and asks if he could let me back in the building. Luckily, he does. Now why didn't I do this first?
I'm late for the dinner. I hate being late, my stomach gets all queezy and nervous- I don't know why- but it happens. I go to put Dora in the kennel but she's barking and hitting the sides of the kennel. I know I'm not suppose to respond with positive reinforcement, but with the letter from my landlord I have to be careful with her barking- I take her out and bring her with- keeping her in the car since it isn't too cold or too hot. The restaurant is only 12 minutes away, though it took me 25 minutes to get there due to missing an exit and getting lost (isn't the GPS suppose to help with this :)?) Luckily, my friends are wonderful and were quite understanding.
Now, let's go to today. Everything is going well, until I spill my lunch (mac and cheese on me). Luckily, my skirt is dark so I was able to easily clean it up without much of a stain). I'm about to head out of work, when I realize I had to check my e-mail and schedule for tomorrow to make sure I had all my presentation times correct.
Uh oh, as I'm reading through the e-mail, I read one from a professor that said today at 11:15 a.m. worked well with his class. Yikers, It's 3:30 p.m.. how in the world could I miss this? I check and double check times because I'm afraid of this happening. I look at my calendar and I had scheduled on my calendar- the presentation for tomorrow at 11:15- crap. How unprofessional. now I'm worried- I try to do my job well and then I make this mistake. I e-mail the professor, apologize and ask if I can come in the following week. Crossing my fingers that he accepts my apologies. It's just a quick 5 minute presentation about he departments majors and minors, so hopefully the response isn't too negative.
Off to Stillwater, we go to get some work done. On our way back, we stop at McDonald's for dinner, while eating- ketchup is spilled all over my skirt. Again, it was quickly and painlessly removed. As it happened, the same thought that enters my head daily came in again- Can I go one day without spilling, breaking, or tripping over something? Oh well, even if I can't- at least I can get a good laugh out of these experiences.
So, I've had more than a few friends say to me that my life would make a pretty good sitcom and I'm starting to believe this to be true.
Let's start with the weekend, I had plans to go to the North Shore on Saturday. On Friday, I had offered to make lunch and dinner. Since the Weekly Dinner was going to start late, I had planned to go grocery shopping after taking the dog for a walk. I was a bit tired due to some stress and not sleeping well so I decided to take a power nap- only problem- I didn't wake up to the alarm- and slept until it was time to go to dinner. Not a big deal until I realized I don't have groceries. Hmmm, figure I'll grocery shop on my way home- nope, instead I go with a friend to check out a band for her birthday and stay until 1:00 a.m. Yikes, figure I'll get up at 4 to go grocery shopping.
Alarm goes off-hit snooze, alarm goes off- hit snooze, alarm goes off hit snooze. This happens until 5:15, CRAP! I have to leave my apartment at 6:30 and still need to go the grocery store and then pack lunch.
Get to the grocery store and realize, shopping at this time of the mornig is kind of fun- no lines to worry about, no accidentally running over someones foot and if I drop something noone is there to see :)
Get back to the apartment and start to pack the lunches, everything is going well- just about to finish up, get the dog and leave right on time. Until, while finishing the lunch, I move my arm a little to the right and CRASH! 2 of my glasses fell and shattered all over the floor. Texted the boy to let him know I would be late and the reasons why, and he responds with something to the effect of "no surprise".
Oh well, I make it the rest of the day without spilling, falling, or breaking anything. Fast forward to the following day, I'm so excited because I've had one day all to myself- I've done laundry, I finished a book, I've posted on craigslist and e-bay. About to head out for dinner with some of the girls.
It's started to rain, the dog needs to go out so I grab her leash, go to the basement to switch a load of laundry and then head outside to quickly let the dog go to the bathroom. Due to the rain, Dora goes to the bathroom quite fast. I go to head back inside the apartment building.
Oh no, where did I put my keys? Did I not take them with me? Crap, the keys are still in my apartment. I never take them with me when changing the laundry and out of habit, I did the same thing.
It's starting to rain a little more and I'm starting to panic. I'm suppose to be at dinner in 30 minutes, no keys. I call one of the girls to let her know what happened and that I would be late. I text E as he is always telling me "keys, phone, purse- you say to have all three and now I have none". He texts back saying "you must have one"- Good point :) He calls and calms me down a bit.
My apartment building is an old house with 6 apartments. I'm looking for someone that's home and I only see lights on in one apartment. This is the guy that does not like me due to my dog. I'm yelling (well, what I conside yelling). "hello, anyone there- I'm locked out- can you let me in?". No answer. We also have buzzers to the apartments but no intercom system, I hit all of the buzzers for a couple seconds hoping that someone might come down. Unfortunately, due to the incident/break in a few weeks ago residents are more cautious and noone came down.
Dora is soaking wet, I'm starting to cry out of frustration and disbelief. Though, I know it's something that as soon as I get back in, I'll be able to laugh at.
I hadn't yelled my neighbors name yet, because I wasn't sure if it was right since I've never officially met him. Finally, I just yell it and he comes right to the window. I explain what happened and asks if he could let me back in the building. Luckily, he does. Now why didn't I do this first?
I'm late for the dinner. I hate being late, my stomach gets all queezy and nervous- I don't know why- but it happens. I go to put Dora in the kennel but she's barking and hitting the sides of the kennel. I know I'm not suppose to respond with positive reinforcement, but with the letter from my landlord I have to be careful with her barking- I take her out and bring her with- keeping her in the car since it isn't too cold or too hot. The restaurant is only 12 minutes away, though it took me 25 minutes to get there due to missing an exit and getting lost (isn't the GPS suppose to help with this :)?) Luckily, my friends are wonderful and were quite understanding.
Now, let's go to today. Everything is going well, until I spill my lunch (mac and cheese on me). Luckily, my skirt is dark so I was able to easily clean it up without much of a stain). I'm about to head out of work, when I realize I had to check my e-mail and schedule for tomorrow to make sure I had all my presentation times correct.
Uh oh, as I'm reading through the e-mail, I read one from a professor that said today at 11:15 a.m. worked well with his class. Yikers, It's 3:30 p.m.. how in the world could I miss this? I check and double check times because I'm afraid of this happening. I look at my calendar and I had scheduled on my calendar- the presentation for tomorrow at 11:15- crap. How unprofessional. now I'm worried- I try to do my job well and then I make this mistake. I e-mail the professor, apologize and ask if I can come in the following week. Crossing my fingers that he accepts my apologies. It's just a quick 5 minute presentation about he departments majors and minors, so hopefully the response isn't too negative.
Off to Stillwater, we go to get some work done. On our way back, we stop at McDonald's for dinner, while eating- ketchup is spilled all over my skirt. Again, it was quickly and painlessly removed. As it happened, the same thought that enters my head daily came in again- Can I go one day without spilling, breaking, or tripping over something? Oh well, even if I can't- at least I can get a good laugh out of these experiences.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
That "Charlie Brown Cloud"
Last month, a couple friends and I were out at a friend's river and we started talking about the Charlie Brown cloud- Christine and I both admitted that we have one floating above us pretty much all the time- though I beg to differ with Christine- my cloud is much bigger!
Awhile back, a few of us thought it might be kind of fun to be on a bowling league. A couple weeks ago- two of us start looking into days available and prices (yikes- when did it get so expensive????). After research on both parties, I decide to call this tiny little hole in the wall place that I use to bowl at because I thought it might be cheaper (yay- I was right!), get info on the days the bowling alley had leagues, got the team together and away we go. The team consists of 2 girls and 3 guys.
Tonight was suppose to be our league meeting to determine price, secretary, etc. I'm super psyched because after the meeting we get a couple hours of free bowling. Earlier in the day when I was talking to one of the bowling employees, he stated that only one team member needed to come but that all were welcome. Christine plans to go, I'm hoping Dora is quiet so I can go, and I also try to convince E to go. On the way to the bowling alley I end up getting lost (yep- I was on a league here many years ago :( ). Finally, Christine and I end up getting there and the owners introduce themselves and bring us into the "back room"- I look around and all I see are women. Hmm, this is quite strange. After a minute, it dawns on me that I never specifically asked about co-ed leauges. I walk out to the owner and ask if this is a women's league. Answer, YES!. Oh my, I dragged Christine out here, E is on his way, we have two other male players and now no league. Big, big, big ooops! Of the leagues I've been on, they have all been co-ed, I didn't even think of asking (so so so sorry guys!). So now we have a team for Wednesday nights with nowhere to go- any suggestions? Is that a brown cloud or a blonde moment? I guess with the past few days it shouldn't surprise me...
Last night, I was finally at home for a full night doing some well needed cleaning. After, washing my dishes I decide to pull out a pan that is in the dishrack as I pull the pan out, I hear a couple clanks but don't really think anything of it. I keep pulling the pan, a couple more clanks and boom! My entire dishrack crashed onto the floor. Glass and plate pieces spread all over the kitchen floor (luckily it's a small kitchen). Now, I have one bowl and 4 glasses :)
Fast forward to tonight, after I get back from the bowling fiasco- I decide to pop in some soup. After heating the soup, I go to grab a bowl and realize my only bowl is being used as a water bowl for the pets! Soup goes in the mug.
After playing a game for awhile, it's time for bed. Head off to bed so I decide to try and make cookies for a picnic tomorrow (want to make something delicious and special). I go to start baking and realize I don't have any eggs!!!! Guess no cookies for now- an early wake up call will be happening.
Luckily, I can just laugh at all of these things and have great friends that don't get upset when I sign up a co-ed team for a women's league. But, it would be really nice to go one day without breaking something, falling down, stepping into a puddle, losing my keys or phone, spitting out gum while sneezing (only happened once but quite embarrassing- happened at work!). Just one day can the cloud go away????
Awhile back, a few of us thought it might be kind of fun to be on a bowling league. A couple weeks ago- two of us start looking into days available and prices (yikes- when did it get so expensive????). After research on both parties, I decide to call this tiny little hole in the wall place that I use to bowl at because I thought it might be cheaper (yay- I was right!), get info on the days the bowling alley had leagues, got the team together and away we go. The team consists of 2 girls and 3 guys.
Tonight was suppose to be our league meeting to determine price, secretary, etc. I'm super psyched because after the meeting we get a couple hours of free bowling. Earlier in the day when I was talking to one of the bowling employees, he stated that only one team member needed to come but that all were welcome. Christine plans to go, I'm hoping Dora is quiet so I can go, and I also try to convince E to go. On the way to the bowling alley I end up getting lost (yep- I was on a league here many years ago :( ). Finally, Christine and I end up getting there and the owners introduce themselves and bring us into the "back room"- I look around and all I see are women. Hmm, this is quite strange. After a minute, it dawns on me that I never specifically asked about co-ed leauges. I walk out to the owner and ask if this is a women's league. Answer, YES!. Oh my, I dragged Christine out here, E is on his way, we have two other male players and now no league. Big, big, big ooops! Of the leagues I've been on, they have all been co-ed, I didn't even think of asking (so so so sorry guys!). So now we have a team for Wednesday nights with nowhere to go- any suggestions? Is that a brown cloud or a blonde moment? I guess with the past few days it shouldn't surprise me...
Last night, I was finally at home for a full night doing some well needed cleaning. After, washing my dishes I decide to pull out a pan that is in the dishrack as I pull the pan out, I hear a couple clanks but don't really think anything of it. I keep pulling the pan, a couple more clanks and boom! My entire dishrack crashed onto the floor. Glass and plate pieces spread all over the kitchen floor (luckily it's a small kitchen). Now, I have one bowl and 4 glasses :)
Fast forward to tonight, after I get back from the bowling fiasco- I decide to pop in some soup. After heating the soup, I go to grab a bowl and realize my only bowl is being used as a water bowl for the pets! Soup goes in the mug.
After playing a game for awhile, it's time for bed. Head off to bed so I decide to try and make cookies for a picnic tomorrow (want to make something delicious and special). I go to start baking and realize I don't have any eggs!!!! Guess no cookies for now- an early wake up call will be happening.
Luckily, I can just laugh at all of these things and have great friends that don't get upset when I sign up a co-ed team for a women's league. But, it would be really nice to go one day without breaking something, falling down, stepping into a puddle, losing my keys or phone, spitting out gum while sneezing (only happened once but quite embarrassing- happened at work!). Just one day can the cloud go away????
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Poll- When you play a game- do you play to win or just for fun?
Athletic and coordinated are two gifts I was not granted. Sometimes, this is something that I really would like to improve yet at the same time I've come to accept that I'm just never going to be able to hit a volleyball, be the fastest on the bike, not strikeout during softball, etc.
The other week, our volleyball team was actually winning and then we made some mistakes and our captain got a little bit on the "not fun team player" side. Afterwards, I was learning to play Magic, (yes, I am an official geek!)a conversation with the boy ensued, we were talking about volleyball, Magic and games in general......he never plays a game unless he thinks he can win, I play if I think I can have fun- don't really care about winning. Disagreeing, the boy stated that I would be the only one to think that way- so we decided to text everyone in our phones the question:
When you play a game- do you play to win or just for fun?
The answers were quite entertaining to read and exactly fifty-fifty-
So what are your thoughts? Post them in the comments.
The other week, our volleyball team was actually winning and then we made some mistakes and our captain got a little bit on the "not fun team player" side. Afterwards, I was learning to play Magic, (yes, I am an official geek!)a conversation with the boy ensued, we were talking about volleyball, Magic and games in general......he never plays a game unless he thinks he can win, I play if I think I can have fun- don't really care about winning. Disagreeing, the boy stated that I would be the only one to think that way- so we decided to text everyone in our phones the question:
When you play a game- do you play to win or just for fun?
The answers were quite entertaining to read and exactly fifty-fifty-
So what are your thoughts? Post them in the comments.
Monday, July 28, 2008
A camping experience
Hmmmm, last week I was told that no matter where I go or what I am doing, I make everything a memorable experience. This can be taken in a either a positive or a negative way. I'm still not quite sure which way to take this particular comment from this particular person.
So, the boy and I decided to go camping for a few days in an area that is known as a fisherman's paradise. Over the weekend, I realized once again that I do not like to fish. I was a little worried about how our experience would go because we are two very opposite people, but I figured no matter what it would be fun, until we actually started to leave.
The plan was to leave around 11:30, head to the grocery store and be at the site by four. In the morning, I took my dog to the kennel, went to my parents to borrow some camping tools, went to the store and arrived at his place at 11:15. He saw me pull up and yelled out the window that he would need 15-30 more minutes. Over an hour later, we are on our way to the grocery store. Plan- 30 minutes max. Well, the boy likes vegetables, a lot! It took us almost a half hour just to get through the veggie isles. Over an hour later, we are out of the grocery store and just spend 83 dollars for 3 days of camping and 2 people. What in the world were we thinking?
Here comes the fun part. So, the next thing is to stop at another store to pick up some more items. Well, because we bougt so many groceries, I had to take some of my soda that was in the cooler out and just put it somewhere in the car. Problem was there wasn't a lot of room so I just set them in front of the cooler in the back seat of the car, not really thinking of anything. After we get out of the store, the boy went to open the car door and down slides a black cherry soda, slams the ground, hisses, and sprays the both of us. He is in a white t-shirt and off-what shorts, I'm in a white tank top with blue jeans. Both of are splattered with pink circles, on our clothes, arms, legs, my car, everywhere. I start laughing, well, because what can you do. Unfortunately, the boy did not find it funny and was very upset. Since, we weren't out of the cities yet, we drove back to his place so he could change. All my clothes were in the trunk which had the bikes on top, so I couldn't get my clothes and just stayed downstairs, crying, and washing my car. He comes back, apologizes, and we head up.
Then, because of everything that happened, we got there a little late and the campsite didn't have a reserved tag on it, and the host didn't know that I had reserved the site, even though I had the papers. Finally, get it all straightened out, set up the tent, go to get ready to bed. Change the clothes in the bathroom. As I'm changing, my pink stained shirt falls in the toilet! Not a toilet that was flushed. EEEEKKKKKK! And this is all just day 1!
So, the boy and I decided to go camping for a few days in an area that is known as a fisherman's paradise. Over the weekend, I realized once again that I do not like to fish. I was a little worried about how our experience would go because we are two very opposite people, but I figured no matter what it would be fun, until we actually started to leave.
The plan was to leave around 11:30, head to the grocery store and be at the site by four. In the morning, I took my dog to the kennel, went to my parents to borrow some camping tools, went to the store and arrived at his place at 11:15. He saw me pull up and yelled out the window that he would need 15-30 more minutes. Over an hour later, we are on our way to the grocery store. Plan- 30 minutes max. Well, the boy likes vegetables, a lot! It took us almost a half hour just to get through the veggie isles. Over an hour later, we are out of the grocery store and just spend 83 dollars for 3 days of camping and 2 people. What in the world were we thinking?
Here comes the fun part. So, the next thing is to stop at another store to pick up some more items. Well, because we bougt so many groceries, I had to take some of my soda that was in the cooler out and just put it somewhere in the car. Problem was there wasn't a lot of room so I just set them in front of the cooler in the back seat of the car, not really thinking of anything. After we get out of the store, the boy went to open the car door and down slides a black cherry soda, slams the ground, hisses, and sprays the both of us. He is in a white t-shirt and off-what shorts, I'm in a white tank top with blue jeans. Both of are splattered with pink circles, on our clothes, arms, legs, my car, everywhere. I start laughing, well, because what can you do. Unfortunately, the boy did not find it funny and was very upset. Since, we weren't out of the cities yet, we drove back to his place so he could change. All my clothes were in the trunk which had the bikes on top, so I couldn't get my clothes and just stayed downstairs, crying, and washing my car. He comes back, apologizes, and we head up.
Then, because of everything that happened, we got there a little late and the campsite didn't have a reserved tag on it, and the host didn't know that I had reserved the site, even though I had the papers. Finally, get it all straightened out, set up the tent, go to get ready to bed. Change the clothes in the bathroom. As I'm changing, my pink stained shirt falls in the toilet! Not a toilet that was flushed. EEEEKKKKKK! And this is all just day 1!
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Internet! Injuries! Fishing!
Finally, I gave into temptation and decided to order cable internet. Still no cable tv, but the deal was hard to pass up!
This means it's back to blogging time! Woo-hoo. It was such a stress reliever for me to actually be able to spurt my thoughts out loud, so to speak, whenever I wanted.
Not much is new on the work front or the dating. But, I've decided to try some sports. And oh my goodness, how much I have already injured myself is embarrassing to admit. Who thought one could injure themselves on a daily basis??? So, I am definitely not much of an athlete, have not been blessed with the gift of coordination, however I do have one positive for the sports, I'm a trooper and I always give my best! So this summer, after a winter of getting back into skiing, and indoor rollerblading. I decided that when asked, I would join a grass volleyball league (okay, now when I was in high school over 13 years ago, my physical education teacher would have me sit out of the games because I always ended up injuring myself), I also joined kickball (quite fun, but not that great at catching the ball and for some reason, I can't figure out how to keep the ball on the ground when kicking). There are all great fun, but to start out the summer- the doctors thought I had fractured my elbow due to a nasty fall while rollerblading. See, there is this gorgeous lake close to where I live where a group was getting to together for an afternoon of rollerblading, some were beginners, some were advanced. I use to rollerblade quite a bit yet never perfected the art of stopping. Over the winter, it was indoors and on a flat surface and I could easily run into a wall to stop. I had made it all the way around the lake, just coming to the corner where we would be done when a little hill came about and I could not slow down, I was about to enter traffic and did not want to end up being hit by a car so I thought- hmmm, I've stopped in the grass before, let's try to run into the grass and hop on down. With 14 people following me, I hop on the grass and hear "oh no! Slow down!!!!" from a couple friend, I'm hopping on the grass and doing just fine but still unable to slow down. Another hop, hit a rock and boom, I'm down on the ground on my elbow. It hurt a lot, but I just took a ride home and went to sleep. Thinking I would be okay, I tried to go swing dancing that night (didn't work so well, it's quite hilarious watching someone try and spin without using their spinning arm). Later that week, the arm still hurt but figured I would be okay for some bowling! Wrong again! Every time I would lift up my eight pound ball, shooting pain would jolt up my arm, yet I still went on. The next day, my arm was in horrendous pain so I finally went to the doctor- a fracture they thought so I ended up in a sling while they observed x-rays and such. Turns out it's just a little bone spur.
Next injury: Volleyball! So, our volleyball team is pretty horrible. The captain of the team said he just wanted smiley happy people- that fits me- I told him I was horrible as did my friend that plays with us. We had not won a game yet, until last week. We were playing and we were one point a way from our first win of the season. The captain serves, we volley well for a while, it comes back goes over my friend's head and the captain tries to get it but misses the ball. He's a very intense man, and lost control- kicked volleyball and ended up kicking right at my friend who wasn't even a foot a away. Her leg was all bruised, but worst of all, her pride was broken because she thought that the kick was meant for her. (It wasn't really though, he was just being a poor sport). My friend takes off crying and upset and another friend takes her for ice cream. Meanwhile, I'm still playing and a ball comes right me, I'm about to bump the ball, when from the side comes running at full force, the intense and upset captain. Smack into my side, there I go, crack, crack crack can be heard as my butt smacks the ground. As soon as I fell, I knew something was wrong, all I wanted to do was get up, cry, and go to bed. Like a trooper, I stayed there without telling anyone how much I hurt. The other team, after the fall, came over to ask if I was okay and to tell me that that was the worst fall they had seen anyone take since the started playing five years ago. I'm pretty sure I bruised my tailbone as it hurts like heck to sit down, to run, pretty much anything that has to do with my lower back/buttocks is extreme difficulty. Note to self: be very careful when playing sports.
On a different note, the 4th of July was quite entertaining, I will be writing more about this as my series goes on. One event that will not be forgotten is the nice little citation that both the boy and I got for fishing without a license. Yep, a $ 192.20 fine- I highly recommend never fishing without a license. My fault, wasn't planning on fishing, but should have known better and will have to remember that for next year.
Yikers, guess I miss bloggin a little bit. I'll be writing soon about the interesting 4th!
This means it's back to blogging time! Woo-hoo. It was such a stress reliever for me to actually be able to spurt my thoughts out loud, so to speak, whenever I wanted.
Not much is new on the work front or the dating. But, I've decided to try some sports. And oh my goodness, how much I have already injured myself is embarrassing to admit. Who thought one could injure themselves on a daily basis??? So, I am definitely not much of an athlete, have not been blessed with the gift of coordination, however I do have one positive for the sports, I'm a trooper and I always give my best! So this summer, after a winter of getting back into skiing, and indoor rollerblading. I decided that when asked, I would join a grass volleyball league (okay, now when I was in high school over 13 years ago, my physical education teacher would have me sit out of the games because I always ended up injuring myself), I also joined kickball (quite fun, but not that great at catching the ball and for some reason, I can't figure out how to keep the ball on the ground when kicking). There are all great fun, but to start out the summer- the doctors thought I had fractured my elbow due to a nasty fall while rollerblading. See, there is this gorgeous lake close to where I live where a group was getting to together for an afternoon of rollerblading, some were beginners, some were advanced. I use to rollerblade quite a bit yet never perfected the art of stopping. Over the winter, it was indoors and on a flat surface and I could easily run into a wall to stop. I had made it all the way around the lake, just coming to the corner where we would be done when a little hill came about and I could not slow down, I was about to enter traffic and did not want to end up being hit by a car so I thought- hmmm, I've stopped in the grass before, let's try to run into the grass and hop on down. With 14 people following me, I hop on the grass and hear "oh no! Slow down!!!!" from a couple friend, I'm hopping on the grass and doing just fine but still unable to slow down. Another hop, hit a rock and boom, I'm down on the ground on my elbow. It hurt a lot, but I just took a ride home and went to sleep. Thinking I would be okay, I tried to go swing dancing that night (didn't work so well, it's quite hilarious watching someone try and spin without using their spinning arm). Later that week, the arm still hurt but figured I would be okay for some bowling! Wrong again! Every time I would lift up my eight pound ball, shooting pain would jolt up my arm, yet I still went on. The next day, my arm was in horrendous pain so I finally went to the doctor- a fracture they thought so I ended up in a sling while they observed x-rays and such. Turns out it's just a little bone spur.
Next injury: Volleyball! So, our volleyball team is pretty horrible. The captain of the team said he just wanted smiley happy people- that fits me- I told him I was horrible as did my friend that plays with us. We had not won a game yet, until last week. We were playing and we were one point a way from our first win of the season. The captain serves, we volley well for a while, it comes back goes over my friend's head and the captain tries to get it but misses the ball. He's a very intense man, and lost control- kicked volleyball and ended up kicking right at my friend who wasn't even a foot a away. Her leg was all bruised, but worst of all, her pride was broken because she thought that the kick was meant for her. (It wasn't really though, he was just being a poor sport). My friend takes off crying and upset and another friend takes her for ice cream. Meanwhile, I'm still playing and a ball comes right me, I'm about to bump the ball, when from the side comes running at full force, the intense and upset captain. Smack into my side, there I go, crack, crack crack can be heard as my butt smacks the ground. As soon as I fell, I knew something was wrong, all I wanted to do was get up, cry, and go to bed. Like a trooper, I stayed there without telling anyone how much I hurt. The other team, after the fall, came over to ask if I was okay and to tell me that that was the worst fall they had seen anyone take since the started playing five years ago. I'm pretty sure I bruised my tailbone as it hurts like heck to sit down, to run, pretty much anything that has to do with my lower back/buttocks is extreme difficulty. Note to self: be very careful when playing sports.
On a different note, the 4th of July was quite entertaining, I will be writing more about this as my series goes on. One event that will not be forgotten is the nice little citation that both the boy and I got for fishing without a license. Yep, a $ 192.20 fine- I highly recommend never fishing without a license. My fault, wasn't planning on fishing, but should have known better and will have to remember that for next year.
Yikers, guess I miss bloggin a little bit. I'll be writing soon about the interesting 4th!
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