Wednesday, November 30th, 2005
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8:09 am - Okay, I think I am day behind
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Well, yesterday for me was throw away something I like...
I think it took me two days to come up with something to throw away. I didn't think it would be fair to throw away something that was easy to do - so I decided on a purse I had at work. I was leaving work and was going to put it in the dumpster so no one would ask me why I was throwing away a nice purse. I went to the dumpster, got out of my car and threw it in. As soon as I threw it in, I realized I forgot to check to make sure there was nothing important in there. Well of course - I am somewhat OCD and began to obsess on making sure there was nothing in there. I got back out and was looking at the purse which made right to the middle of the dumpster. It was a dumpster with side openings so I thought maybe it would be right there where I could grab it and check but it was perfectly in the middle so that I couldn't grab it without some work. As I am pondering this, a woman comes to the dumpster, kind of looks at me and I say something like, "I threw that away but I think there might be something in it," and she just looks at me. She says, "Well I throw something away." After she left, I look around and make sure no one from work is around and then I dove in. I went headfirst into the dumpster over the edge and I my feet were up in the air. My first dumpster dive - literally. I got the purse and there was nothing in it except my gym membership card.
Yesterday was a big day. Today I am coloring the map but I might have to do it tomorrow since my crayons are at work and I don't think I will make it in today due to court and class.
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Wednesday, April 13th, 2005
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5:10 pm - My first post in a million years
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And it is for chalkstaysinokc:
I am wearing my custom designed ironed on tee asking a certain someone to pass out now.
It is very special.
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Thursday, July 1st, 2004
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10:28 am - In Celebration of Sangria...
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This post will partly be in Spanish:
Estoy tan entusiasmado acerca del lago. Adoro Sangría y yo encontré una receta nueva que utiliza ron rojo de vino y spiced que pienso que yo quizás utilice en lugar. Voy al tonite del Sam con mis padres a obtener ingredientes.
That is all the Spanish my brain can do. Do I need to get any plastic plates or cups? Let me know. Okay, so your Spanish may not be as good as mine but just a hint that you can go to www.freetranslation.com to translate. So as I leave, in celebration of the lake the last part of this post will be in Norwegian:
Bli hisset opp for innsjøen fordi vi drar ha en bombe-klubbetid.
Bet you didn't know I speak Norwegian! See you all soon!
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Thursday, June 10th, 2004
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9:47 am - Max is here!!!
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At 8:35 this morning, after the emergency c-section baby Max is here. I am still at stupid training for the job and I can't go see him till I get off work here. Shannon is doing well as says the doctor. Max was 7lbs and something ounces. I want to go see him so badly and I am sure he is ready to see me.
Also thank goodness for Ronald Reagan because now I have Friday off. All the state offices are being closed. So they canceled our training and we don't have to make it up.
Well I am going to get back to training.
current mood:  cheerful
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Sunday, February 1st, 2004
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10:25 pm - my first mitten
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I started my mitten and first project on DPN's which were suprisingly easy. I finished the palm and then went back to work on the thumb and the stupid thing came in reverse stockinette. I don't know how to make sure in the next one that it is right side out. Ughhh, any suggestions??
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Thursday, July 31st, 2003
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1:11 pm - Sucky Things...
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What sucks is having a job and working 30 hours/week and still being poor. It sucks majorly bad. I am leaving work early today to go to the lake and I am scraping together money to get gas to get down there and maybe buy some bottled water. Good news though I called my phone company and told them I was going to cancel my service and sign up with one that gave me a free new phone. They told me not to cancel and they will give me a new phone also. It has a color screen and a camera attachment. The picture quality of course is crappy but I still feel cool. I like that having material things makes me feel cool.
I ate at Cheever's last night with all the adult females in my family (aunts and grandmothers). They always get together to order Cosmopolitans. So I try one - it is pure vodka. I think there is supposed to be cranberry juice, but my aunt says they just put enough in the drink to make it look pink. I order a beer. My dad would have been proud.
I want to leave work because I don't have much to do and I am having a hard time working. I call my supervisor Chad and he has to talk to me but he won't be back for an hour. He's at lunch and that sucks. He won't be back till two and then I will probably have to do some shit. I hate my job.
I think I am going to play with the camera feature on my phone and look up random people on live journal to laugh at.
current mood:  cranky
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Thursday, July 24th, 2003
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12:00 pm - Ughh...
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So Mr. England (my supervisor at the middle school) calls me this morning. We are taking the middle schoolers to Lake Texoma next week but WE DON'T HAVE A BOAT! It is about a $150 to rent a boat for 8 hours and he is going to try to raise money and asks me to do the same. What sucks is my family has no money, my friends have no money, and I have no money. It sucks that I have to tell him this. That is why I hate fundraising. I hate asking people for money and then even if I bring it up to talk to people about it (it being just complaining not asking) they always say, "I would help if I could, I don't have any money." Then I feel horrible because I am not asking for money but it always comes across like that. Hopefully though we can get the church to pay for it. Isn't that the church is best for? Asking people for money? But if anyone does have a boat on Lake Texoma that they wouldn't mind letting a bunch of troubled teens use for a couple of days - just let me know. Sounds like a good deal, I know. Cowboytimbo is going with me, so get excited for some sarcastic lj posts about it from him.
Last night I went swimming with Cowboyslimbo and carterj1982 (who died on lj). We were talking about social work and there was guy who as he was leaving asked, "Did I hear one of you all mention social work? That is what I do." I told him I was an undergraduate and asked him what he does. He went private. That is a dirty word for social workers. It kind of defeats the purpose of being a social worker. I told him I was going to work in Child Welfare at DHS and he laughs. "Get ready for the bureaucracy!" (i don't think that is how you spell it) I hate it when I tell people what I am going to do and they make negative comments about like how there is no money, ohh that is such tough job, I could never do that etc. My good friend Amy is a musical thater major. Her mom always makes comments to me about not making money as a social worker, but Amy is going to be famous and make lots of money. I think there are more stereotypes about the starving artist. I am the one who will have a master's in two years and a guranteed job at DHS. I guess it is not fun to talk about my job though when you could talk about singing and dancing. The temptation of the possibility of being famous blinds people.
current mood:  frustrated
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Tuesday, July 22nd, 2003
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3:40 pm - Bathroom Talk
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I have gone to the bathroom twice today. Both times my phone rings while I am actually using the bathroom. That is gross.
What else is gross is people who live with who just recently haven't been putting the toilet seat down.
current mood:  dirty
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3:01 pm
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I don't think I have updated anything of real value lately. Anything that lets you know how I am really feeling about life and work and my relationships. I have been afraid to put anything because of Cowboy Timbo and how he might use it against me. But I won't live in a world of terror anymore.
This weekend I spent with my best friend in Tulsa. She is working for Discoveryland performing Oklahoma every night of the week. My personal hell actually. I hate the play Oklahoma. What I don't get is the character of Judd. The conflict that he provides just doesn't fit with the play. Discoveryland is like a whole western experience. It is an outdoor ampitheatre. There are little shops and you can eat a ribeye steak sandwich before hand. It is horrible. They sell indian headbands with colored feathers also for people to buy.
So the whole cast is in the same apartment complex. Amy, her brother and I go out with the cast. Bad idea. Amy has fun of course, she knows all these people real well. Her brother is gay so everyone loves him. Where does that leave me?? Standing by myself. The next night we go to a birthday party for one of the cast members. Amy and I go to get a corkscrew from one of the other apartments and I am trying to explain to her why I don't want to be there. I said this would be like you coming to one of my sorority parties. You wouldn't know anyone and everyone knows everyone else really well. It is uncomfortable. I don't think she gets it because she just laughs and says "like your birthday party - I just left." I don't have that option to just leave. She is the worst at doing things for other people. Sometimes I wonder why we are such good friends.
Speaking of sororities. Rush is coming! I hope you boyfriends are ready to handle not being able to see your beautiful girlfriends for a prolonged time. Ummm, that is really all I have to say about that.
More importantly - tomorrow night is the finale of FAME. I really hope the Britney Spears look alike is not going to win. I will shoot myself if she does.
Also if any of you all saw that picture of Cowboy Timbo and myself - please just ignore it. He always likes to set up a camera but promises that no one will ever see it. That is why I wasn't looking my best. I will make him post a better one.
I have had one pack of Peanut Butter M&M's everyday this week. I just finished mine for today. I love them. The way you get through the candy shell and then peanut butter. Possibly one of the best mixes of flavors ever. Next to mint and chocolate.
current mood:  full
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Monday, July 21st, 2003
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10:57 am - A job anyone?
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It is a campus job - minumum wage. Around 15-20 hours a week sitting in a campus lab. Apply at the HR office for job number 06-442sw.
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Friday, July 18th, 2003
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3:56 pm - where is carterj1982?
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He was here. He was gone. He teased us with his wisdom. He pulled us in only to disappear. If you know the whereabouts of this man, please let me know.
current mood:  crushed
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Wednesday, July 16th, 2003
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10:26 am - My Child Welfare Interview
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Oh yes - I just got done with my interview. I think I made them love me.
current mood: aggravated
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Tuesday, July 15th, 2003
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8:43 pm - I Have the House to Myself
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Oh yes.
Cowboy Timbo is off riding horses trying to make his lady a little money.
I get to just sit and not do anything.
Including talking.
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Monday, July 14th, 2003
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5:52 pm
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I hate raw chicken.
But I am making Sascha's grandma's fried onions and potatos recipe. I am excited about that.
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Thursday, July 10th, 2003
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4:43 pm
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I just got back from the middle school group and there were 3 attempted fights. The first one was between a South Side and a Central. The second was between the same South Side and the guys who allegedly got him on parole and the third was a girl fight over a stolen wallet.
I can't get mad at them though. Fighting is the only way they know how to respond to these situations. It is the way they have been raised and what they have only seen from the people they look up to. The kids need so much more than they are getting. It is hard sometimes because it isn't tough for teachers and supervisors to make a positive influence on them. Some many people think all these kids need is a little discipline. All they need is one other person in their life to yell at them and punish them. Ughhh...
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Tuesday, July 8th, 2003
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3:16 pm - Email Names
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I just finished typing in peoples' email addresses for a database at my work. I would just like to give a few pointers in good and bad email names.
(Names have been changed to protect the innocent)
Name: Subrahmanyam Intravichit
Good Email: sub@ou.edu
Bad Email: subrahmanyamintravichit@netcourrier.th.fr
Moral: Please avoid long names that are hard to spell.
Name: Jennifer Genericlastname
Good Email: jennifer5@yahoo.com
Bad Email: jenn8972512@yahoo.com
Moral: Please avoid an overabundance of numbers that are hard to remember and type.
Name: Michael Genericlastname
Good Email: bananaman@ou.edu
Bad Email: micbanx98youare789@ou.edu
Moral: Please avoid strange combinations of numbers and letters that are hard decipher into easy remembering blocks.
If you have any questions about your email and whether it is appropriate - please let me know!
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11:46 am - more experimenting
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9:57 am - my other man
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Ben Folds is going to be at Orange Peel.
Oh my goodness.
I am so giddy I don't think I can stand up.
Thank god for Oklahoma State.
current mood:  ecstatic
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Monday, July 7th, 2003
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10:33 am - okie-doke
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I have never really been a fan of the White Stripes - but someone at my work gave me the Elephant cd to listen to and I really like it. A friend told me that he is guilty of sometimes not liking a band just because they are popular. I would say I am sometimes the same way. Especially with the White Stripes - instead of taking the time to listen to them I would just say all their music sounds the same and I don't like them. On the same note - Tim and I were watching SNL and Avril Lavigne was the musical guest. We both agreed that we liked her. Except for the sk8ter boi thing!
Thursday nite I went out with some people from my work. It was a 30th b-day party and we went to his favorite bar - Opie's. If you haven't partaken in Opie's - you should. The drink that sent me over the top (the one you know that you should not have drank) was a red-bull and vodka. I love them. I love them. At Opie's though they are magnificent. Of course they are $7 magnificent but they use big glasses and still give you back some of the red-bull in the can. I think now I have the reputation at work for being the dirty dancer - which is very exciting. As we are waiting for our cab home one of the guys I share a cubicle with actually gets into fight with someone. It was crazy seeing big grown men fighting. So atleast I don't have the fighting reputation. But to give this guy some credit - he was drunk and the other guy hit him in the nose first. The other who just got out of jail. It probably was not a very good situation to be in.
4th of July was nice. Very laid-back which is always good.
My parents celebrated their 24th wedding aniversary this Sunday. My mom's birthday is also the same day. She turned 20 on the day she got married and soon she was pregnant with my older brother. It is weird to think that I could be pregnant and married now (less weird now tim). My mom was younger than me. My parents only dated for 6 months and then they got married. Don't we look down on those things? But my parents are the bomb. I am very lucky.
Tim kids around with me about marriage. Of course I see us being married but the problem I have had lately is doesn't getting married mean you are truly independent? I don't know if I am ready for that. Thinking about cutting ties with my parents and possibly moving away and not relying on them for things scares me. I still feel young. It is all weird new feelings. You think of marriage but it has always been far-off and I guess now that it is getting closer (but still far-off) you think of the other details ones you normally don't think about. Jobs, money, car payments, rent, blah, blah, blah. Living with Tim this summer has been wonderful but it has also brought these things to the front burner. It is weird how he is only 2 years older than me but is way older in experience. What I am waiting to experience - my own apartment/house, car payments, living truly without my parents' help he has already gone through. It does give me a different perspective than his. But that is good. Maybe this will help you understand what I haven't been able to explain to you.
My stomach needs food. That means I need to leave here.
Be on the lookout for Tim's new livejournal. He stole the code from me. It should be good.
current mood:  hungry
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Wednesday, July 2nd, 2003
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12:22 pm
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The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
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