Ok maybe ten other things. These are reasons why Nolan is a good son, good husband, and good man, despite all my precious inlaws thoughts into why he's such an obvious piece of crap.
1. When Nolan couldn't decide what he wanted to do with his career, he quit school, got a job and refused his parents help. He told them he didn't want to waste their money they had set aside for him to go to college on a private school when he wasn't sure what he wanted to do.
2. He forgave his mothers constant accusations of him being homosexual- which were unfounded. She even called me and asked me if I thought he was.
3. He forgave her when she called me to tell me that she thought he would be an awful husband and father and that I should divorce him.
4. He forgave her calling him a liar and a waste of space, over a lie he told in 6th grade.
5. At a young age, that most other men would NEVER dream of doing, he chose to marry me and adopt my daughter. Tell me how many barely 22 year old men would do that?
6. He sees Eva as his own and has been a more tremendous father than I ever had. He views both our children as equally his and wants nothing more than to be the best father to them.
7. He works two jobs, goes to school full time, and is married and has a child.
8. He is an undoubtedly loyal husband, always attentive to mine and our marriage and our child's needs first over his own.
9. He forgave his prents saying that they would disown him if he ever decided to try to meet his biological parents.
10. He is his own person and takes responsibility for himself. He always takes responsibility when the blame is his own and a lot of the time even when it is not. He is humble and honest.
Tell me those aren't qualities anyone would want out of a son. I dare you.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Just a quick aside, I am not interested in your drama.
So for almost a year I have refrained from mentioning my inlaws on this blog. Out of respect for them despite their obvious lack of respect for us, I decided to keep our troubles with them a bit more private. Not anymore. I have hit the last straw. FOR THE FINAL TIME. Let me give you all a brief history of everything that happened since I decided to not bring them up anymore. My inlaws had somebody tracking Nolan and I's blogs and online personalities- facebook, myspace, whatever. Mother inlaw read some things she didnt like, as is what happens when you basically eavesdrop and I found out. We didn't speak for a few months, finally all reconciled and aattempted to establish a truce.
Truce never worked. Why? Because despite their repeated statements that they were willing to let bygones be bygones, forgive and forget, move on and accept their son and his family, IT NEVER HAPPENED. Oh, they'll tell you it did happen but I wielded hundreds of phone calls about their resentments, their bitterness, how they couldn't accept or understand their son. They were really stuck on the idea that Nolan only loved them for money.
Like they are Warren Buffet or Bill Gates or something. No. We're both only children. We wanted a close knit family. We hoped to make them happy, be close, and all move on with our lives. Never happened. At the time of my grandfathers funeral in August, they behaved atrociously. We were in a financial pickle to get to the funeral so we asked if they could possibly help us because of how bad gas prices were. We asked my mom too, of course she helped. But DANA AND MYRON got on the phone, yelled at their son for being such a dissappointment, for being some sort of liar, and for misusing them. it was disgusting. At the time of my family's grief they could only think about themselves.
A little aside. We've never misused them or mistreated them. We've had to establish clear boundaries with them, Nolan has had financial troubles for which he had to negotiate a loan with them to get out of, and basically we've had to deal with their paranoia, resentment, and bitterness for years now. They have continued to say awful things about their son, manipulate us, and have us groveling to try and fix this. FINALLY, we said no more. This relationship is not healthy and it never will be. We sent them a letter with our apologies for all the ways we've apparently wronged them by being alive and stated that unfortunately, it was time to distance ourselves. We said that we've forgiven them but that its clear this relationship can't work.
Then they go and do something so atrocious. They did this one other time that we were temporarily estranged. They involved Nolan's grandmother. She is elderly, clearly, not in the best frame of mind, and they go drag her into the middle. They manipulate her into thinking we're money grubbing users who do nothing but mistreat Dana and Myron. Last time, his grandmother confronted me and blamed me for everything, something that I was mortally offended by- not by Ina, of course, she had no idea, but by Dana for misleading her mother about her own grandson.
Then they go do it again. we finally broke the news to them that they are pregnant and we get another letter from Ina begging us to forgive Dana when Dana did nothing to try and hurt us. HOW DARE YOU BE SO DISHONEST DANA? HOW DARE YOU? YOU WOULD LIE TO YOUR OWN MOTHER AND THEN WONDER WHY YOUR SON IS ESTRANGED FROM YOU. YOUR SON WHO IS SO GODDAMNED DISSAPPPOINTING AND AWFUL IN YOUR OPINION- WHY DO YOU EVEN WANT A RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM IF IN YOUR EYES, HE TREATS YOU SO BADLY?
I'm not going to say we've been perfect in our behavior. We never claimed to be. We got into bad financial straights and needed help and asked for a loan. Any money they have ever given us, we will be paying back, BECAUSE WE DON'T WANT CHARITY. But the things we have been accused of, well, frankly we're not guilty. Nolan is an only child, an adopted child who has no biological ties, all he has ever wanted was to be his own person and not to disappoint his parents.
Dana and Myon loved him until he became his own person then decided that for some reason, he had wronged them by being his own person. It has hurt Nolan more than I could even write in a 1000 page novel to be such an apparent dissappointment to them. He kept trying and trying and trying, and he tried the most for his grandmother, because he loves her more than anything. I can understand an elderly woman's wish to reunite her family but I cannot understand her being lead into false pretenses for that BY HER OWN DAUGHTER.
So, Dana and Myron, if you have people reading my blogs like you did before and they print this out for you to read, shame on you. Oh and one last thing, Nolan and I never tried to maintain a relationship with you because of money, which you accussed us of so many times, oh so graciously. WE TRIED BECAUSE WE LOVED YOU AND LOVE INA AND WE WANTED TO MAKE YOU PEOPLE HAPPY. That one reason we kept trying with you, that you falsely accused us of being for money? CORRECTION. WE TRIED FOR INA. WE DID IT FOR HER, WE WANTED HER FAMILY TO BE INTACT. So be honest with her and be honest with yourselves from now on.
Ugh. Sorry guys. I've just kept this to myself for far too long. Didn't mean for the geyser to erupt
Truce never worked. Why? Because despite their repeated statements that they were willing to let bygones be bygones, forgive and forget, move on and accept their son and his family, IT NEVER HAPPENED. Oh, they'll tell you it did happen but I wielded hundreds of phone calls about their resentments, their bitterness, how they couldn't accept or understand their son. They were really stuck on the idea that Nolan only loved them for money.
Like they are Warren Buffet or Bill Gates or something. No. We're both only children. We wanted a close knit family. We hoped to make them happy, be close, and all move on with our lives. Never happened. At the time of my grandfathers funeral in August, they behaved atrociously. We were in a financial pickle to get to the funeral so we asked if they could possibly help us because of how bad gas prices were. We asked my mom too, of course she helped. But DANA AND MYRON got on the phone, yelled at their son for being such a dissappointment, for being some sort of liar, and for misusing them. it was disgusting. At the time of my family's grief they could only think about themselves.
A little aside. We've never misused them or mistreated them. We've had to establish clear boundaries with them, Nolan has had financial troubles for which he had to negotiate a loan with them to get out of, and basically we've had to deal with their paranoia, resentment, and bitterness for years now. They have continued to say awful things about their son, manipulate us, and have us groveling to try and fix this. FINALLY, we said no more. This relationship is not healthy and it never will be. We sent them a letter with our apologies for all the ways we've apparently wronged them by being alive and stated that unfortunately, it was time to distance ourselves. We said that we've forgiven them but that its clear this relationship can't work.
Then they go and do something so atrocious. They did this one other time that we were temporarily estranged. They involved Nolan's grandmother. She is elderly, clearly, not in the best frame of mind, and they go drag her into the middle. They manipulate her into thinking we're money grubbing users who do nothing but mistreat Dana and Myron. Last time, his grandmother confronted me and blamed me for everything, something that I was mortally offended by- not by Ina, of course, she had no idea, but by Dana for misleading her mother about her own grandson.
Then they go do it again. we finally broke the news to them that they are pregnant and we get another letter from Ina begging us to forgive Dana when Dana did nothing to try and hurt us. HOW DARE YOU BE SO DISHONEST DANA? HOW DARE YOU? YOU WOULD LIE TO YOUR OWN MOTHER AND THEN WONDER WHY YOUR SON IS ESTRANGED FROM YOU. YOUR SON WHO IS SO GODDAMNED DISSAPPPOINTING AND AWFUL IN YOUR OPINION- WHY DO YOU EVEN WANT A RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM IF IN YOUR EYES, HE TREATS YOU SO BADLY?
I'm not going to say we've been perfect in our behavior. We never claimed to be. We got into bad financial straights and needed help and asked for a loan. Any money they have ever given us, we will be paying back, BECAUSE WE DON'T WANT CHARITY. But the things we have been accused of, well, frankly we're not guilty. Nolan is an only child, an adopted child who has no biological ties, all he has ever wanted was to be his own person and not to disappoint his parents.
Dana and Myon loved him until he became his own person then decided that for some reason, he had wronged them by being his own person. It has hurt Nolan more than I could even write in a 1000 page novel to be such an apparent dissappointment to them. He kept trying and trying and trying, and he tried the most for his grandmother, because he loves her more than anything. I can understand an elderly woman's wish to reunite her family but I cannot understand her being lead into false pretenses for that BY HER OWN DAUGHTER.
So, Dana and Myron, if you have people reading my blogs like you did before and they print this out for you to read, shame on you. Oh and one last thing, Nolan and I never tried to maintain a relationship with you because of money, which you accussed us of so many times, oh so graciously. WE TRIED BECAUSE WE LOVED YOU AND LOVE INA AND WE WANTED TO MAKE YOU PEOPLE HAPPY. That one reason we kept trying with you, that you falsely accused us of being for money? CORRECTION. WE TRIED FOR INA. WE DID IT FOR HER, WE WANTED HER FAMILY TO BE INTACT. So be honest with her and be honest with yourselves from now on.
Ugh. Sorry guys. I've just kept this to myself for far too long. Didn't mean for the geyser to erupt
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Celery sticks with Peanut butter
That's what I'm noshing for my belated lunch. I had insomnia again from 3:30-5:30- it's been awhile since I've had to deal with that, and surprisingly it didn't make it any easier. I've decided to stop bitching in real life about lack of sleep to anyone because it doesn't do any effing good. Anytime you mention how tired you are due to pregnancy and lack of sleep and being up inexplicably for anywhere from 2-4 hours at a time in the dead of the night, I always get the most insensitive responses that are also just plain baffling. I'm not necessarily looking for pity but I don't want to hear the following responses either.
"What's so bad about that? You got back to sleep didn't you?" Yeah. I did. But uninterrupted sleep is ALWAYS better than interrupted, ESPECIALLY when you are awakened every hour to pee, get a drink of something, reaarrange yourself, your pillows, or your husband sawing logs next to you.
"Oh wow, well how many hours of sleep did you get? I find I only need four or five some nights. Really, people don't need that much sleep, do they" Uhhh, you may not need much but I do. In order to be a normal, functioning human being, I NEED 6-9 hours. In order to be a normal, functioning pregnant human being, I need 8-12 hours. I prefer a minimum of 8 hours of sleep no matter what though. I believe in sleep.
"I have insomnia all the time! Once, I stayed up for four days straight, it was totally no big deal." Ok, good for you, but I am to the stage of adulthood where it's no longer cool to talk about how long you can go without sleep. I'm a non-tweaker, folks. I don't believe that its so amazingly cool to go to class without having made it to bed the night before. I don't enjoy the idea of stumbling through my day manic of adrenaline and whatever else my body has got to pump through me just to keep me alive and functioning. Besides that I don't care about your OCD/Caffeine induced insomnia so you can play your damned Wii. This is different.
Ok now that I have that off my chest, I can move onto much more important things. Like having read Jennifer Aniston's interview in last month's Vogue, I found myself wanting to shriek at Anna Wintour, Who on earth cares that she's a 40-something year old "perpetual California girl"? I was bored to tears with this interview. *side note- I just got some celery stuck in my teeth- man I hate that.* People really care about this. They care about her vague statements about Brangelina, and about her love life with John Mayer, and about she just knows that she'll have kids someday. BTW Jenn, John Mayer is just about one of the ugliest musicians alive so he's probably good in the sack or something.
I'm vain and self-centered and materialistic, sure, sure. BUt I also like to read something once in awhile that makes me interested and interesting. I got neither out of this interview. Thank God the rest of the issue was laughable and semi-interesting. It always makes me giggle, in this time of economic crisis, lists from places like Vogue that issue "500 MUST HAVES for under $500" and Anna W waxes angelic on how distressing the economy is and how her mag wants to treat that delicately and blah blah blah. I understand that the new target audience of the mag is the woman who has her own money and isn't afraid to spend it, but come on, they need to watch where their money is going right now too.
Injun Jim came over the other night and it was an interesting night indeed. First he got his min boggled by how gigantic Pepper the Pug has gotten. Pepper is huge now, he's a stocky, sturdy little pack of pug power. Indeed, sometimes when I look at him, I kinda gag over how huge he's gotten. Then Jim-bo further got his mind bedraggled by watching one of our dvd's of the Nutcracker (as per Eva's demands) and this one has Maculay Culkin as the Nutcracker Prince. We had a really enjoyable time being horrible and racist and non-PC watching it. People would probably gag if they knew the horrible things that come out of my brain and mouth sometimes.
Then we started googling and youtubing various Indian and Pow Wow dances and various places on different reservations- how wierd does one get? I mean, really, this is how we spent a Friday evening. Jim was excited over his Christmas gifts, he oggled his three mini bottles of booze repeatedly. I hope he went home and got his drunk on with the equivalent of five shots of booze- max.
Alright I gotta log off for now. Other blogs need my attention and I gotta get ready for our move into a trailer-o-doom.
Peace out yo-
Chatterbox Sara
"What's so bad about that? You got back to sleep didn't you?" Yeah. I did. But uninterrupted sleep is ALWAYS better than interrupted, ESPECIALLY when you are awakened every hour to pee, get a drink of something, reaarrange yourself, your pillows, or your husband sawing logs next to you.
"Oh wow, well how many hours of sleep did you get? I find I only need four or five some nights. Really, people don't need that much sleep, do they" Uhhh, you may not need much but I do. In order to be a normal, functioning human being, I NEED 6-9 hours. In order to be a normal, functioning pregnant human being, I need 8-12 hours. I prefer a minimum of 8 hours of sleep no matter what though. I believe in sleep.
"I have insomnia all the time! Once, I stayed up for four days straight, it was totally no big deal." Ok, good for you, but I am to the stage of adulthood where it's no longer cool to talk about how long you can go without sleep. I'm a non-tweaker, folks. I don't believe that its so amazingly cool to go to class without having made it to bed the night before. I don't enjoy the idea of stumbling through my day manic of adrenaline and whatever else my body has got to pump through me just to keep me alive and functioning. Besides that I don't care about your OCD/Caffeine induced insomnia so you can play your damned Wii. This is different.
Ok now that I have that off my chest, I can move onto much more important things. Like having read Jennifer Aniston's interview in last month's Vogue, I found myself wanting to shriek at Anna Wintour, Who on earth cares that she's a 40-something year old "perpetual California girl"? I was bored to tears with this interview. *side note- I just got some celery stuck in my teeth- man I hate that.* People really care about this. They care about her vague statements about Brangelina, and about her love life with John Mayer, and about she just knows that she'll have kids someday. BTW Jenn, John Mayer is just about one of the ugliest musicians alive so he's probably good in the sack or something.
I'm vain and self-centered and materialistic, sure, sure. BUt I also like to read something once in awhile that makes me interested and interesting. I got neither out of this interview. Thank God the rest of the issue was laughable and semi-interesting. It always makes me giggle, in this time of economic crisis, lists from places like Vogue that issue "500 MUST HAVES for under $500" and Anna W waxes angelic on how distressing the economy is and how her mag wants to treat that delicately and blah blah blah. I understand that the new target audience of the mag is the woman who has her own money and isn't afraid to spend it, but come on, they need to watch where their money is going right now too.
Injun Jim came over the other night and it was an interesting night indeed. First he got his min boggled by how gigantic Pepper the Pug has gotten. Pepper is huge now, he's a stocky, sturdy little pack of pug power. Indeed, sometimes when I look at him, I kinda gag over how huge he's gotten. Then Jim-bo further got his mind bedraggled by watching one of our dvd's of the Nutcracker (as per Eva's demands) and this one has Maculay Culkin as the Nutcracker Prince. We had a really enjoyable time being horrible and racist and non-PC watching it. People would probably gag if they knew the horrible things that come out of my brain and mouth sometimes.
Then we started googling and youtubing various Indian and Pow Wow dances and various places on different reservations- how wierd does one get? I mean, really, this is how we spent a Friday evening. Jim was excited over his Christmas gifts, he oggled his three mini bottles of booze repeatedly. I hope he went home and got his drunk on with the equivalent of five shots of booze- max.
Alright I gotta log off for now. Other blogs need my attention and I gotta get ready for our move into a trailer-o-doom.
Peace out yo-
Chatterbox Sara
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Arm Pit?
So if Sara is in the Arm Pit of South Dakota, could it be that she's in the left arm pit while I'm in the right arm pit? It snowed here last night as well. Granted, we haven't gotten NEARLY as much snow as Sara's neck of the woods. The 150 miles that separates our two little villages must make a ton of difference in our weather related outcomes. Our snow last night was the light fluffy stuff that drifts alot because of the arctic blast coming down from Canada (STOOPID CANADA, with your French language and cold weather).
So today is my last day of work until like January 7 or so. It'll be nice to have some time off BUT I will be coming in to the office over the Holiday break to write grants and job descriptions and action plans and all that good stuff. I also got to get moved out of my black hole of an apartment. Why a black hole? Its sucking money out of me left and right. Thats a Christmas present for me, SOMEONE SUBLEASE MY APARTMENT PLEASE. So anyways, its bitterly cold here, I'm glad it'll be a white christmas. Lets get Christmas over and New Years over cuz then my stress will decrease alot. I'm not stressing over the holidays, I'm stressed over having to cram so much work during my vacation. and all my deadlines fall during this time.
This blog has been hard to write, I've been distracted by a thousand different things. Stoopid Work. That means I should wrap it up for the day so LATER
M E R R Y C H R I S T M A S
H A P P Y H A N U K K A H
H A P P Y N E W Y E A R
So today is my last day of work until like January 7 or so. It'll be nice to have some time off BUT I will be coming in to the office over the Holiday break to write grants and job descriptions and action plans and all that good stuff. I also got to get moved out of my black hole of an apartment. Why a black hole? Its sucking money out of me left and right. Thats a Christmas present for me, SOMEONE SUBLEASE MY APARTMENT PLEASE. So anyways, its bitterly cold here, I'm glad it'll be a white christmas. Lets get Christmas over and New Years over cuz then my stress will decrease alot. I'm not stressing over the holidays, I'm stressed over having to cram so much work during my vacation. and all my deadlines fall during this time.
This blog has been hard to write, I've been distracted by a thousand different things. Stoopid Work. That means I should wrap it up for the day so LATER
M E R R Y C H R I S T M A S
H A P P Y H A N U K K A H
H A P P Y N E W Y E A R
Monday, December 22, 2008
Arm Pit Weather Report
Today the city piled more snow in our drive way. Nolan spent an hour and a half shoveling all the snow. It's now snowing again. Starting December 24th it is supposed to snow continuously through Sunday. Our vehicles have gotten stuck in our own driveway and/or high centered 3 times now. Three other cars have gotten stuck in our driveway. Everywhere you go you see cars sidelined in the ditch, stuck in driveways, high centered, in snow drifts. They should make a horror movie about all this. Gah.
Snowed into insanity-
Chatterbox Sara
Snowed into insanity-
Chatterbox Sara
Sunday, December 21, 2008
A Chatterbox Christmakwaanukkah Wish List
I'm really glad that Injun Jim wants such innocuous things as no more Larry The Cable Guy and for weather channels to refer to our state by its proper name. Pish posh, he says, to things like wanting a Wii or a Hummer or whatever. NOT FOR ME he scoffs as he downloads 200 different remixes of Umbrella off of iTunes. Maybe for Christmas I wanna be like Jim-bo.
Ok, I'll stop teasing, Santa may not like it very much. I need to thin about the things that I really want for my list, I suppose, not just presents, because I can't be selfish when Jim-bo was so generous with his own wish list and asked for such noble things, therefore I probably shouldn't post a link to my wish lists at Amazon or Tiffany's or anything like that. I suppose that would mock our disgraceful American economy.
This is gonna be hard. I do so love to daydream about baubles and thingies I want as presents. I must try not to be soooooo self absorbed.
Wish List 2008 Style-o
1. She'll probably kill me for saying this but I'd really like fr my friend Sarah's string of bad luck to end. She's had a dramatic couple of years, it's time for God to give her a break and just give her a man who wants to put a ring on her finger, a job, a body that functions, and a little bit of self esteem. She's pretty down right now, and while I think she's amazing-o, I understand how a long string of bad things happening can really wear a girl down. Been there, done that, and whle my own luck isn't that great, per sae, she could use a few pick me ups.
2. Eva to finally be fully potty trained and out of diapers for good. I gotta put another baby into diapers in a mere matter of half of a year, I'd like to not have two kids in them. That gets old fast. She only wears them when she's asleep now but still has accidents and still prefers them. I have no earthly idea why, I'd rather not wear something huge and crinkly that got damp on a regular basis, but that could just be the adult in me.
3. A bailout package for American citizens. Automakers and Wall Street big wigs aren't the only ones who need saving right now. Every sector of this economy needs revamping and sadly, we american debtors have gotten ourselves int such a predicament that frankly, we all need a few thousand bucks to get ourselves standing again. Then we all need to cut up half of our credit cards and invest in savings accounts.
4. Someone to cancel America's Next Top Model. Yeah, I know I watch the show and I know I "love" Tyra. But Tyra is insane, how can you not watch a train wreck? However, I just feel bad for the girls that go on this show, so FEW of them ever really make it big, it's got to be heart breaking to go on a show to pursue something that is your dream and find out after the fact that you've been scoffed at the entire time for being on said show and therefore, your job chances hurt. Karl Lagerfeld (from Chanel, Jim-bo) said in a ninterview recently that the girls on that show are the laughing stock of the entire fashion community and really, in a career path that is so fickle and mellifluous to begin with, do you need to start out with no one taking you seriously?
5. Someone to enact laws banning Hummers. Just seeing them makes me furious, only snotty rich brats drive those stupid things. How much money does one spend on gas for one of those things. Every time I see one I want to spit on their vile yellow paint (every Hummer seems to be yellow- a fact that makes me even more hateful). Weren't Hummers originally supposed to be vehicles used by the military? SO WHY DOES THAT MEAN THAT REGULAR CONSUMERS SHOULD BE BUYING THE STUPID THINGS? nONONO!
6. On the note of the Hummer, let's just find a way to erase the American attitude of Bigger is Better, More is More, I Need it All. This is how we got ourselves into the mess we are in today.
7. I'd like Obama to hurry up and get inaugurated too. I'm sick of Bush and I'm sick of all the press leading up to his inauguration. Let's just git 'er done.
8. Winter to go away. I just hate snow. I just hate bad weather, I dont even want to leave the house, therefore I'm a ticking time bomb of bitchiness because I've got cabin fever. I really need to move. I'm so sick of living in the arm pit of South Dakota. I just want to be somewhere where it makes me happy to wake up everyday and be alive.
9. Ok, I gotta put a short list of material things I want but cannot afford. A Wii, a new Ipod, new hybrid vehicles, a new wedding band or mine fixed, a Cuisinart food processor, a Kitchenaid Stand Mixer, new furniture- including that for my spawn, my bills paid for a few years, and a treadmill.
10. A peace pipe, headress, and drum for Injun Jim-bo. Moccasins for me.
11. A free lifetime supply of Starbucks and sushi. Always fresh and delicious and delivered to me in bed.
Gee, I think that that's all for now.
Peaceout-
Chatterbox
Ok, I'll stop teasing, Santa may not like it very much. I need to thin about the things that I really want for my list, I suppose, not just presents, because I can't be selfish when Jim-bo was so generous with his own wish list and asked for such noble things, therefore I probably shouldn't post a link to my wish lists at Amazon or Tiffany's or anything like that. I suppose that would mock our disgraceful American economy.
This is gonna be hard. I do so love to daydream about baubles and thingies I want as presents. I must try not to be soooooo self absorbed.
Wish List 2008 Style-o
1. She'll probably kill me for saying this but I'd really like fr my friend Sarah's string of bad luck to end. She's had a dramatic couple of years, it's time for God to give her a break and just give her a man who wants to put a ring on her finger, a job, a body that functions, and a little bit of self esteem. She's pretty down right now, and while I think she's amazing-o, I understand how a long string of bad things happening can really wear a girl down. Been there, done that, and whle my own luck isn't that great, per sae, she could use a few pick me ups.
2. Eva to finally be fully potty trained and out of diapers for good. I gotta put another baby into diapers in a mere matter of half of a year, I'd like to not have two kids in them. That gets old fast. She only wears them when she's asleep now but still has accidents and still prefers them. I have no earthly idea why, I'd rather not wear something huge and crinkly that got damp on a regular basis, but that could just be the adult in me.
3. A bailout package for American citizens. Automakers and Wall Street big wigs aren't the only ones who need saving right now. Every sector of this economy needs revamping and sadly, we american debtors have gotten ourselves int such a predicament that frankly, we all need a few thousand bucks to get ourselves standing again. Then we all need to cut up half of our credit cards and invest in savings accounts.
4. Someone to cancel America's Next Top Model. Yeah, I know I watch the show and I know I "love" Tyra. But Tyra is insane, how can you not watch a train wreck? However, I just feel bad for the girls that go on this show, so FEW of them ever really make it big, it's got to be heart breaking to go on a show to pursue something that is your dream and find out after the fact that you've been scoffed at the entire time for being on said show and therefore, your job chances hurt. Karl Lagerfeld (from Chanel, Jim-bo) said in a ninterview recently that the girls on that show are the laughing stock of the entire fashion community and really, in a career path that is so fickle and mellifluous to begin with, do you need to start out with no one taking you seriously?
5. Someone to enact laws banning Hummers. Just seeing them makes me furious, only snotty rich brats drive those stupid things. How much money does one spend on gas for one of those things. Every time I see one I want to spit on their vile yellow paint (every Hummer seems to be yellow- a fact that makes me even more hateful). Weren't Hummers originally supposed to be vehicles used by the military? SO WHY DOES THAT MEAN THAT REGULAR CONSUMERS SHOULD BE BUYING THE STUPID THINGS? nONONO!
6. On the note of the Hummer, let's just find a way to erase the American attitude of Bigger is Better, More is More, I Need it All. This is how we got ourselves into the mess we are in today.
7. I'd like Obama to hurry up and get inaugurated too. I'm sick of Bush and I'm sick of all the press leading up to his inauguration. Let's just git 'er done.
8. Winter to go away. I just hate snow. I just hate bad weather, I dont even want to leave the house, therefore I'm a ticking time bomb of bitchiness because I've got cabin fever. I really need to move. I'm so sick of living in the arm pit of South Dakota. I just want to be somewhere where it makes me happy to wake up everyday and be alive.
9. Ok, I gotta put a short list of material things I want but cannot afford. A Wii, a new Ipod, new hybrid vehicles, a new wedding band or mine fixed, a Cuisinart food processor, a Kitchenaid Stand Mixer, new furniture- including that for my spawn, my bills paid for a few years, and a treadmill.
10. A peace pipe, headress, and drum for Injun Jim-bo. Moccasins for me.
11. A free lifetime supply of Starbucks and sushi. Always fresh and delicious and delivered to me in bed.
Gee, I think that that's all for now.
Peaceout-
Chatterbox
Saturday, December 20, 2008
State of the Union
Watching Tracy Ullman's State of the Union right now after we've fried our brains on holiday music and holiday movies (today was White Christmas, Holiday Inn, The Grinch, It's a Wonderful Life). We also made 4 different kinds of holiday cookies today. Nolan's pretty close to suicide from all the holiday joy we've been indulging in. This is pretty hilarious- I don't know how I didn't know that it existed until I got Netflix.
Side note ***GET NETFLIX JIMBO*** MERRY EFFING CHRISTMAS DUUUUUDE.
So, it's blizzarding here again. My car got stuck in the snow and high centered, not once, but three times in less than 24 hours. I would rather move to some country in the Bahamas and risk giving my baby some sort of tropical plague like fever illness than continue to live through this nonsense. How do people live in Alaska? Honestly, how? Because I really hate the fact that 90% of the time I DONT WANT TO GO OUTSIDE so therefore 80% of the time I DONT. Maybe some of these feelings of never wanting to leave my house have to do with being pregnant but I'm going to unceremoniously blame it on the weather.
I mean, I KNOW I can get all decked out in bunting, fly material, parachute pants, and boots that weigh 50 lbs that get covered in snow and then weigh 50 more pounds. But isn't that a lot of effort just to be able to get into my car? I spend enough of my life on my appearance as it is, do I really need to take another hour putting on a space suit? Ugh.
So Chrysler and GM and Ford all closed down for at least a month each. This is sad. As a poor American, I feel for those people who are basically wageless for at least a month (dont give me that they are getting moola from unemployment and their companies- you have to jump through rings of fire breathing komodo dragons and rattlesnakes to get any sort of aid right now in America). How did this happen? That's what I really want to know because honestly, I've done a ton of reading on the subject and I still don't understand- how is it that the auto industry just suddenly realized that they need hundreds of billions of dollars to rectify their financial woes? This is NOT something just sort of pops up on you out of nowhere. My thinking on this subject also applies to our financial institutions- how many years have you stupid screwballs been secretly operating in the red whilst charging people outlandish fees and fines and interest rates? I just don't get it and I really want to.
The whole topic just makes me want to go to sleep and wake up with dengue fever.
Ok, maybe not.
Back to State of the Union and my latest piece of brain garbage "The Other Boleyn Girl".
Because I'm deep like that.
Peace out yo-
Chatterbox Sara
Side note ***GET NETFLIX JIMBO*** MERRY EFFING CHRISTMAS DUUUUUDE.
So, it's blizzarding here again. My car got stuck in the snow and high centered, not once, but three times in less than 24 hours. I would rather move to some country in the Bahamas and risk giving my baby some sort of tropical plague like fever illness than continue to live through this nonsense. How do people live in Alaska? Honestly, how? Because I really hate the fact that 90% of the time I DONT WANT TO GO OUTSIDE so therefore 80% of the time I DONT. Maybe some of these feelings of never wanting to leave my house have to do with being pregnant but I'm going to unceremoniously blame it on the weather.
I mean, I KNOW I can get all decked out in bunting, fly material, parachute pants, and boots that weigh 50 lbs that get covered in snow and then weigh 50 more pounds. But isn't that a lot of effort just to be able to get into my car? I spend enough of my life on my appearance as it is, do I really need to take another hour putting on a space suit? Ugh.
So Chrysler and GM and Ford all closed down for at least a month each. This is sad. As a poor American, I feel for those people who are basically wageless for at least a month (dont give me that they are getting moola from unemployment and their companies- you have to jump through rings of fire breathing komodo dragons and rattlesnakes to get any sort of aid right now in America). How did this happen? That's what I really want to know because honestly, I've done a ton of reading on the subject and I still don't understand- how is it that the auto industry just suddenly realized that they need hundreds of billions of dollars to rectify their financial woes? This is NOT something just sort of pops up on you out of nowhere. My thinking on this subject also applies to our financial institutions- how many years have you stupid screwballs been secretly operating in the red whilst charging people outlandish fees and fines and interest rates? I just don't get it and I really want to.
The whole topic just makes me want to go to sleep and wake up with dengue fever.
Ok, maybe not.
Back to State of the Union and my latest piece of brain garbage "The Other Boleyn Girl".
Because I'm deep like that.
Peace out yo-
Chatterbox Sara
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
I aint dead yet!
Although with this hellishly cold weather I probably should be. That was an odd combination of words, hellishly cold, but thats what it is! Its so cold that when it hits your skin it stings and when you go inside you feel as though your on fire. I LOVE SOUTH DAKOTA. Today was one of those days. Nothing good happened. Nothing really bad happened. It was a nothing type of day. BUT, I hate those types of days, when you get NOTHING accomplished and all your ideas fall flat on their face. What did I do today? well I got in to the office like a normal morning, all ready to go out in that world and accomplish something. Did I? Naw.
I traveled (it seems most of my life is spent in transitions, in this case from one office to the other) the customary hour trip out to the Rez to check in on things at the main office. The drive itself, I suppose, does me some good. It allows me to clear my head and think about things, this is also the time when my iPod gets its workout. The time thats the hardest is the time between the commute. The whole actually being out at the main office part is whats somewhat tiring for me. Ya see, our program is on the cusp of some major changes. We are forced to abandon old ways only to accept new, foreign ways. We have a major opportunity to get some much needed cash for some much needed improvement.
See, what I'm faced with is an Administration who wants to see me change things, make improvements, and in general, direct the program. Then, on the flip side of that coin, I have a staff who is resistant to change and any new ideas. What am I to do. I am willing to be motivated and make these changes but I dont want to be the only one nor should I be dragging my staff along like a ball and chain. Everytime I meet the assistant director, I hear the same old complaints, no positive. Its all that has gone wrong or will go wrong. I have some genuinely good ideas but their continuously being shot down because I'm the new guy, and the assistant director is the motherly figure who has been with the program for almost 30 years. "awww mom do we have to" mentality, and her reply: "no, dont worry, the big bad man is wrong."
Do I play good cop? or should I go with the bad cop approach? I've tried the good cop approach so far and its gotten hardly anywhere, granted I was able to get some stuff done initially. But as for now, we're stuck in a rut. I understand the big picture of the direction we should be goin but no one else can because their stuck in their own ruts. Financial problems, family member's health, who gets the kids for Christmas. These are all things I've been hearing about. Not that I dont want to hear your problems because I can sympathize. But lets at least try to be productive and get some work dont here.
**** My Christmas List ****
1. Obama needs to hurry up and be president already
Why? because I'm tired of hearing about the scandals and who he's
picking for what post and how good of a basketball player he is,
seriously. We dont need to go from having a dumbass as president to a guy who sounds like some washed up NBA wanna-be "Doi i'm gonna put a basketball court in da White House!"
2. Instead of calling us "the Dakotas," Call us by our proper name, North or South Dakota
Why? Because I'm getting tired of CBS morning news saying "and its a little cold in the Dakotas today" ITS FREEZING HERE, dangerously low temperatures. Don't make it sound like we need a light windbreaker when we really need a whole load of extra clothing just to walk to our cars which won't start because of the same cold weather
3. A computer that doesnt crash in the middle of something important
Why? Okay this is more for work I guess. We have like 15 computers at our disposal
and their all so old that only 4 work. Thats the rez I guess
4. A copy of the Garfield Christmas Special
Why? I'm reminiscing from my childhood. I saw it on tv the other night and I remember it from long ago. I was a kid,okay? Got a problem? Deal with it
5. No more Larry the Cable Guy
Why? I've had about all I can stand of that guy. I know its a persona but seriously, how can a whole nation, wait region of the US, be completely captivated by this guy. Theres only so many "Get 'er done"s I can stand before I go crazy.
Thats the list for now, I'll add to it another time!
Later Ya'll and Git 'er Done
I traveled (it seems most of my life is spent in transitions, in this case from one office to the other) the customary hour trip out to the Rez to check in on things at the main office. The drive itself, I suppose, does me some good. It allows me to clear my head and think about things, this is also the time when my iPod gets its workout. The time thats the hardest is the time between the commute. The whole actually being out at the main office part is whats somewhat tiring for me. Ya see, our program is on the cusp of some major changes. We are forced to abandon old ways only to accept new, foreign ways. We have a major opportunity to get some much needed cash for some much needed improvement.
See, what I'm faced with is an Administration who wants to see me change things, make improvements, and in general, direct the program. Then, on the flip side of that coin, I have a staff who is resistant to change and any new ideas. What am I to do. I am willing to be motivated and make these changes but I dont want to be the only one nor should I be dragging my staff along like a ball and chain. Everytime I meet the assistant director, I hear the same old complaints, no positive. Its all that has gone wrong or will go wrong. I have some genuinely good ideas but their continuously being shot down because I'm the new guy, and the assistant director is the motherly figure who has been with the program for almost 30 years. "awww mom do we have to" mentality, and her reply: "no, dont worry, the big bad man is wrong."
Do I play good cop? or should I go with the bad cop approach? I've tried the good cop approach so far and its gotten hardly anywhere, granted I was able to get some stuff done initially. But as for now, we're stuck in a rut. I understand the big picture of the direction we should be goin but no one else can because their stuck in their own ruts. Financial problems, family member's health, who gets the kids for Christmas. These are all things I've been hearing about. Not that I dont want to hear your problems because I can sympathize. But lets at least try to be productive and get some work dont here.
**** My Christmas List ****
1. Obama needs to hurry up and be president already
Why? because I'm tired of hearing about the scandals and who he's
picking for what post and how good of a basketball player he is,
seriously. We dont need to go from having a dumbass as president to a guy who sounds like some washed up NBA wanna-be "Doi i'm gonna put a basketball court in da White House!"
2. Instead of calling us "the Dakotas," Call us by our proper name, North or South Dakota
Why? Because I'm getting tired of CBS morning news saying "and its a little cold in the Dakotas today" ITS FREEZING HERE, dangerously low temperatures. Don't make it sound like we need a light windbreaker when we really need a whole load of extra clothing just to walk to our cars which won't start because of the same cold weather
3. A computer that doesnt crash in the middle of something important
Why? Okay this is more for work I guess. We have like 15 computers at our disposal
and their all so old that only 4 work. Thats the rez I guess
4. A copy of the Garfield Christmas Special
Why? I'm reminiscing from my childhood. I saw it on tv the other night and I remember it from long ago. I was a kid,okay? Got a problem? Deal with it
5. No more Larry the Cable Guy
Why? I've had about all I can stand of that guy. I know its a persona but seriously, how can a whole nation, wait region of the US, be completely captivated by this guy. Theres only so many "Get 'er done"s I can stand before I go crazy.
Thats the list for now, I'll add to it another time!
Later Ya'll and Git 'er Done
Monday, December 15, 2008
3 AM and I must be dreaming
Or at least I should have been dreaming. This really blows, all this disgusting insomnia. I need sleep, now more than ever. I'm rather pregnant and I'm rather unwell 90% of the day so I need al, the danged sleep I can get but do I get it, NO NON NADA NEIN. I was going to write this bllog this am in the interim during which I was awake, 2 am to 5 am but I was just so mind blowingly exhausted that I could not.
It's negative 45 degrees here today with the wind chill factor. -45 is disgusting. Living in this town is disgusting. It drains my soul. I want out right now. If we had any money to our names whatsoever that we could use as start up, you had better believe that we'd be out of here.
Ew. I just got a bloody nose. God bless pregnancy and highly heated houses to combat -45 degree weather. I think . . . . . . I just forgot what I was going to say.
NANANANANANANA TOOPID. I can't remember everything else I was going to blog about. UGH SO ANNOYING.
It's negative 45 degrees here today with the wind chill factor. -45 is disgusting. Living in this town is disgusting. It drains my soul. I want out right now. If we had any money to our names whatsoever that we could use as start up, you had better believe that we'd be out of here.
Ew. I just got a bloody nose. God bless pregnancy and highly heated houses to combat -45 degree weather. I think . . . . . . I just forgot what I was going to say.
NANANANANANANA TOOPID. I can't remember everything else I was going to blog about. UGH SO ANNOYING.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Twitter! Get it!
I've got Twitter now! You go get it too! Then add me so we can follow each other!
http://twitter.com/Chatterbox_Sara
Twitter! One more way to make my life totally all-encompassed by the internet!
http://twitter.com/Chatterbox_Sara
Twitter! One more way to make my life totally all-encompassed by the internet!
Friday, December 12, 2008
God is working at Caribou
So I had my math final today. This is the class that I just have an a*****e for a professor in. I was feeling kinda confident that I would do well on this test because I had done well on a few previous tests. I was also feeling nervous because the last two tests I had done rather poorly despite my best efforts and also had had a huge spat with my professor. A lot was kind of riding on this final. Anyways, long story short, didn't do so hot on the final and may just have to retake the class depending on how he curves his grades, which I seriously doubt he does because he hasn't done so for anything else.
I was seriously bummed about my poor test grade and seriously hungry because of being prego and beyond exhausted because I went to bed very sick last night and then had raging insomnia from 1:30-4:30. So I made a few stops in Little Mexico/Little Asia, a donut store that was closed, Taco Bell, a pre-pay gas station with ten really creepy little Hispanic guys who looked like they were going to rob the place (WHAT- they kept patting their pockets furtively, glancing around and conversing in low rapid fire Spanish), and finally because I really needed a little pick me up, Caribou coffee.
There's really nothing I like better than the holiday beverages at Caribou and Starbucks. I look forward to those just as much as everything else during the holiday season that I love, and I haven't had ANY Starbucks or Caribou for nearly two months. I was in serious withdrawals. Yes, I know I'm supposed to cut back on caffeine during pregnancy and believe me I have, but after my test, and my sleep deprivation, and just how glum I've been feeling lately, baby in my belly and I needed a little pick me up.
Anyways after having a rousing conversation with Sarah about how her dumb boyfriend was having karmic repercussions on his socks, I finally pulled into Caribou. Caribou is clear across town but in a different direction than anything else in Sioux City because NOTHING is centrally located. Sioux City is a scattered, illogical mess of a town, it's difficult to get around and takes forever to get from point a to point b. So I roll into Caribou, styling in my dented, dirty white Monte, and my comfies and my frizzy hair and under eye circles, order my latte and pull up to the window.
Low and behold, I was not prepared for the vision seared into my eyeballs awaiting me. The drive-through window worker was our Lord, God. At least, he was the very replica of a lot of bad art that depicts God's image. He was Gandalf from Miami. He had long, flowing white hair. He had a long, flowing white beard. Both were long, and shiny, and looked as smooth as corn silk. He was wearing a white, flowy shirt. He had pale, blue Germanic eyes because every painting of God favors pale, blue germanic eyes for some reason or another and tan skin. Tan as in tanned, not naturally tan. I wonder how he could be tan when the weather is this putrid, but it definitely wasn't flourescent, orange , tanning bed tan.
He also wore a dream catcher earrin. This is perhaps my favorite aspect of having seen this guys.
He spoke in that soft, soothing, counselor voice that they attempt to teach you the technique of in grad programs aimed towards training counselors. He smiled softly. He was both and awe and fear inspiring but wierdly comforting. It was one of the strangest images I have ever seen, that someone could, in reality, look this way.
But then again, I am pregnant and delusional. Maybe I imagined it. Maybe it was just a vision from God and not the real deal. But if it were a vision granted by God, wouldn't he have something more prophetic to say than double checking my order and counting back my change?
Just food for thought.
I was seriously bummed about my poor test grade and seriously hungry because of being prego and beyond exhausted because I went to bed very sick last night and then had raging insomnia from 1:30-4:30. So I made a few stops in Little Mexico/Little Asia, a donut store that was closed, Taco Bell, a pre-pay gas station with ten really creepy little Hispanic guys who looked like they were going to rob the place (WHAT- they kept patting their pockets furtively, glancing around and conversing in low rapid fire Spanish), and finally because I really needed a little pick me up, Caribou coffee.
There's really nothing I like better than the holiday beverages at Caribou and Starbucks. I look forward to those just as much as everything else during the holiday season that I love, and I haven't had ANY Starbucks or Caribou for nearly two months. I was in serious withdrawals. Yes, I know I'm supposed to cut back on caffeine during pregnancy and believe me I have, but after my test, and my sleep deprivation, and just how glum I've been feeling lately, baby in my belly and I needed a little pick me up.
Anyways after having a rousing conversation with Sarah about how her dumb boyfriend was having karmic repercussions on his socks, I finally pulled into Caribou. Caribou is clear across town but in a different direction than anything else in Sioux City because NOTHING is centrally located. Sioux City is a scattered, illogical mess of a town, it's difficult to get around and takes forever to get from point a to point b. So I roll into Caribou, styling in my dented, dirty white Monte, and my comfies and my frizzy hair and under eye circles, order my latte and pull up to the window.
Low and behold, I was not prepared for the vision seared into my eyeballs awaiting me. The drive-through window worker was our Lord, God. At least, he was the very replica of a lot of bad art that depicts God's image. He was Gandalf from Miami. He had long, flowing white hair. He had a long, flowing white beard. Both were long, and shiny, and looked as smooth as corn silk. He was wearing a white, flowy shirt. He had pale, blue Germanic eyes because every painting of God favors pale, blue germanic eyes for some reason or another and tan skin. Tan as in tanned, not naturally tan. I wonder how he could be tan when the weather is this putrid, but it definitely wasn't flourescent, orange , tanning bed tan.
He also wore a dream catcher earrin. This is perhaps my favorite aspect of having seen this guys.
He spoke in that soft, soothing, counselor voice that they attempt to teach you the technique of in grad programs aimed towards training counselors. He smiled softly. He was both and awe and fear inspiring but wierdly comforting. It was one of the strangest images I have ever seen, that someone could, in reality, look this way.
But then again, I am pregnant and delusional. Maybe I imagined it. Maybe it was just a vision from God and not the real deal. But if it were a vision granted by God, wouldn't he have something more prophetic to say than double checking my order and counting back my change?
Just food for thought.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Holiday Baking
So it's usually about this time of year I get really worked up over the holidays. I know that everyone will attest to my obsession with Halloween but I really kind of kick into overdrive over Christmas and Hanukkah. Our family celebrates both, not out of some sort of capitalist drive to receive more presents but rather because I like to celebrate with as many people as possible and enjoy the traditions of both. So my house is this insane blitzkrieg of Christmas trees (which btw are a pagan thing, not a Christmas thing) and Hanukkah's menorahs and dreidels and all sorts of other holiday glitter and gloss.
I really enjoy holiday baking. I plan it out, picking recipes for celebratory meals and most importantly for baking goodies to give people. This all started in effort to overcome my paralysis of fear when it comes to baking. I can cook like no one's business but baking is really something I have had to apply myself to learning. Baking isn't quite as free form as I like my cooking to be, I like to look at a recipe as a general outline from which to take it to where I want to go that day. Can't really do that when your recipe includes things like yeast or baking soda or whatever.
I try to kind of have a theme each year. Last year I had them of reds and whites with my baking. Year before it was all chocolate and so on. This year, I'd like to make different traditional European holiday cookies. BUT, last year I also made like twelve DIFFERENT kinds of cookies. I want to keep it to between 4 and 6 different baked goods this year. Keep in mind, I have Christmas meals and Hanukkah meals to prepare also, so there's just a lot of cooking thats going to go on this year.
Here are the contenders for Holiday Bake-Ganza this year. Hopefully you're not on my naughty list, but rather, my nice list because that means for your gift this year from me you could very well get a plaate full of goodies courtesy of me!
-The Choices-
-Pfeffernuse or Pepparnodder (German/Danish spice Cookies)
-Rugelach or Kolaches (Polish/Eastern European jam filled cookies)
-Cherry/Date Chewy Twists (French/Germanic cookies)
-Buttered Rum Shortbreads (Twist on Scottish shortbread)
-White Chocolate Macarons (French)
-Chocolate Gelt Cookies (Jewish/Eastern European)
-Gingerbread cupcakes (they just sounded good)
-Espresso caramel brownies (ditto on sounding good)
Guess we'll see what I end up making. Now, who wants to come hang lights at my house? I'll post other menus as I finalize them. Back to watching Celeb Rehab and studying for finals. MUAH!
Peace out yo-
Chatterbox Sara
I really enjoy holiday baking. I plan it out, picking recipes for celebratory meals and most importantly for baking goodies to give people. This all started in effort to overcome my paralysis of fear when it comes to baking. I can cook like no one's business but baking is really something I have had to apply myself to learning. Baking isn't quite as free form as I like my cooking to be, I like to look at a recipe as a general outline from which to take it to where I want to go that day. Can't really do that when your recipe includes things like yeast or baking soda or whatever.
I try to kind of have a theme each year. Last year I had them of reds and whites with my baking. Year before it was all chocolate and so on. This year, I'd like to make different traditional European holiday cookies. BUT, last year I also made like twelve DIFFERENT kinds of cookies. I want to keep it to between 4 and 6 different baked goods this year. Keep in mind, I have Christmas meals and Hanukkah meals to prepare also, so there's just a lot of cooking thats going to go on this year.
Here are the contenders for Holiday Bake-Ganza this year. Hopefully you're not on my naughty list, but rather, my nice list because that means for your gift this year from me you could very well get a plaate full of goodies courtesy of me!
-The Choices-
-Pfeffernuse or Pepparnodder (German/Danish spice Cookies)
-Rugelach or Kolaches (Polish/Eastern European jam filled cookies)
-Cherry/Date Chewy Twists (French/Germanic cookies)
-Buttered Rum Shortbreads (Twist on Scottish shortbread)
-White Chocolate Macarons (French)
-Chocolate Gelt Cookies (Jewish/Eastern European)
-Gingerbread cupcakes (they just sounded good)
-Espresso caramel brownies (ditto on sounding good)
Guess we'll see what I end up making. Now, who wants to come hang lights at my house? I'll post other menus as I finalize them. Back to watching Celeb Rehab and studying for finals. MUAH!
Peace out yo-
Chatterbox Sara
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Hoe Cakes
So I'm reading the Paula Deen memoir "It Ain't All About the Cooking" and I'm on the chapter where she and Captain Micheal start dating. And of course, Paula Deen has talked some about sex in this book but in a very tactful Southern lady manner. Well, anyways she's talking about getting intimate with the Captain and lo and behold she says, "Sure, we played HIDE THE SAUSAGE but that ain't what it's all about!"
HIDE THE SAUSAGE.
I nearly died peeing myself with laughter. What a way to put "old folk having sex" or "Doing the nasty" or whatever. God, I really love Paula Deen. I want her to be my grandma. I want her to come bustling into my house and say, "Alright y-all let's get cookin! WE gone make some hoe cakes and collard greens and fried chicken and some mud cake! Then we gonna party and play a little canasta when it's all done! Woo!"
I want her to nanny my children, be my personal chef, my best friend, and my surrogate mother. Oh and I want to inherit her big old house in Savannah Georgia.
Did I mention our dishwasher has gone wonky? I fucking hate doing dishes by hand so this better get fixed and pronto. I'm already skull deep in loads and loads of laundry, I mean seriously, I've been doing laundry for a week straight. I'm so sick of it. I'm also sick of my dogs right now. I'm only not sick of them when they are cuddled up on the bed asleep with me.
Nananananana stoooopid.
HIDE THE SAUSAGE.
I nearly died peeing myself with laughter. What a way to put "old folk having sex" or "Doing the nasty" or whatever. God, I really love Paula Deen. I want her to be my grandma. I want her to come bustling into my house and say, "Alright y-all let's get cookin! WE gone make some hoe cakes and collard greens and fried chicken and some mud cake! Then we gonna party and play a little canasta when it's all done! Woo!"
I want her to nanny my children, be my personal chef, my best friend, and my surrogate mother. Oh and I want to inherit her big old house in Savannah Georgia.
Did I mention our dishwasher has gone wonky? I fucking hate doing dishes by hand so this better get fixed and pronto. I'm already skull deep in loads and loads of laundry, I mean seriously, I've been doing laundry for a week straight. I'm so sick of it. I'm also sick of my dogs right now. I'm only not sick of them when they are cuddled up on the bed asleep with me.
Nananananana stoooopid.
Monday, December 1, 2008
NA NA NA NA NANANA STOOPID
ITS MONDAY!
I know I shouldn't be excited that its Monday but overall I'm in a good mood. I dont know why, I'm tired, my back hurts again. Maybe its the spirit of Christmas that has just totally hit me but whatever it is, I'm in a good mood. This is monumental because it is a rarity for me these days. I went back down to Vermillion this weekend to pick up more of my crap. My apartment is now but an empty shell with a couch and bed and miscellaneous items strewn about. I'm sitting here at work, totalling my mileage for reimbursement and in the month of November I have clocked at the very least 700 miles. There are some trips that I can't remember that I'm not claiming and there are even more trips that I took using the agency car so I'd say i've driven at least 1500 miles in the past month. My life spent on the road, just me and my thoughts plus an iPod filled with eclectic tunes to jam out to.
CHRISTMAS MUSIC
So when I was in Vermillion, I found a radio station from Sioux Falls that was playing nothing but Christmas music. When I say nothing but Christmas music I mean NOTHING BUT CHRISTMAS MUSIC! In a way it was cool but I bitched a little while ago about Christmas music before Thanksgiving. It is now after Thanksgiving so it is therefore okay, I guess in my own demented thinking. When I was in V-town, I was snowing. On my trip back to my hometown it was snowing, so badly in fact that I had to travel like 40-45 miles per hour. I didnt realize it was going to be that fast. There I was, in a small SUV filled with kitchen supplies and odds and ends of things going through river hill country on roads with snow and then ice under that. REMEMBER YOUR BOOTS AND GLOVES.
I'M BORED
I've got work I could be doing. I have to accomplish several things this week. Its Monday after a 4 day weekend, I'm in no mood to do work. The tutor in our office, has been on her cell phone for damned near 2 hours now. This is what we are being paid to do. I am blogging, and internet shopping and she is chattin it up on the phone. If only everyone could see how productive we are. I shouldnt complain about being bored because last week I was extremely busy. I had several "mini-crises" to intervene in and other situations to deal with but overall I liked the feeling that I was getting something accomplished. This bored feeling will be over soon. The main work gets done in the afternoons anyways. The mornings are always spent visiting and finishing up stuff from the day before. I seem to be catching on to everything pretty well. I'll most likely post again later.
Bye for now NANANANAN STOOPID.
I know I shouldn't be excited that its Monday but overall I'm in a good mood. I dont know why, I'm tired, my back hurts again. Maybe its the spirit of Christmas that has just totally hit me but whatever it is, I'm in a good mood. This is monumental because it is a rarity for me these days. I went back down to Vermillion this weekend to pick up more of my crap. My apartment is now but an empty shell with a couch and bed and miscellaneous items strewn about. I'm sitting here at work, totalling my mileage for reimbursement and in the month of November I have clocked at the very least 700 miles. There are some trips that I can't remember that I'm not claiming and there are even more trips that I took using the agency car so I'd say i've driven at least 1500 miles in the past month. My life spent on the road, just me and my thoughts plus an iPod filled with eclectic tunes to jam out to.
CHRISTMAS MUSIC
So when I was in Vermillion, I found a radio station from Sioux Falls that was playing nothing but Christmas music. When I say nothing but Christmas music I mean NOTHING BUT CHRISTMAS MUSIC! In a way it was cool but I bitched a little while ago about Christmas music before Thanksgiving. It is now after Thanksgiving so it is therefore okay, I guess in my own demented thinking. When I was in V-town, I was snowing. On my trip back to my hometown it was snowing, so badly in fact that I had to travel like 40-45 miles per hour. I didnt realize it was going to be that fast. There I was, in a small SUV filled with kitchen supplies and odds and ends of things going through river hill country on roads with snow and then ice under that. REMEMBER YOUR BOOTS AND GLOVES.
I'M BORED
I've got work I could be doing. I have to accomplish several things this week. Its Monday after a 4 day weekend, I'm in no mood to do work. The tutor in our office, has been on her cell phone for damned near 2 hours now. This is what we are being paid to do. I am blogging, and internet shopping and she is chattin it up on the phone. If only everyone could see how productive we are. I shouldnt complain about being bored because last week I was extremely busy. I had several "mini-crises" to intervene in and other situations to deal with but overall I liked the feeling that I was getting something accomplished. This bored feeling will be over soon. The main work gets done in the afternoons anyways. The mornings are always spent visiting and finishing up stuff from the day before. I seem to be catching on to everything pretty well. I'll most likely post again later.
Bye for now NANANANAN STOOPID.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Jim is not old.
Ok I will empathize. At 24, I felt old. I felt like I was making baby steps towards my goals and in the meantime, not enjoying the qualities I had had in my youth. But now I am 26, heading toward 30 at a breakneck speed and I realize, I still am moving towards my goals at caterpillar like speed, I am fatter and wrinklier, and I am TERRIFIED of 30. I am terrified of still not having the things I want- both personally and professionally- and I am terrified that because I am older I will have lost my drive and ambition and I will just settle for whatever my life is like at that point.
It's an ugly image. See, I'm happy with my life but I'm also not. I'm still a student, my family still barely lives paycheck to paycheck, and overall, I just want more. I can't feel Jim-bo's pain over the white hairs yet because, well, I dye my hair but I wake up in the morning and stare at my new wrinkles that will only deepen and I check my ass in the mirror and realize it looks more and more like my mothers everyday. This does not make me happy. I am vain and I am fine with admitting this.
Yet at this point, I am in the same boat as Jim, I may still not be in charge of myself. Working at SESDAC seems to stagnate people, you FORGET that you can be more, that you are smarter and capable of more than you are forced to do, and everyday you are beaten down with drama and bullshit and hard work and you don't even have any energy to try and get yourself somewhere. this is part of why I had to quit. I love the friendships and the memories of working there, I really am grateful for that. But I was losing myself there and everyday I woke up less and less satisfied with my life. I also woke up sick and battered and exhausted every day too but that's beside the point.
So anyways, aging. It sucks. I don't really enjoy being in my twenties still to be perfectly honest, but I am terrified of getting to my thirties and being a perpetual twenty something. I am too smart and worth too much for that to occur. Oh and Jim, yeah you need to post a video of you playing with your disco dinos. And yeah, I have to pace myself now too even though I still attempt to be a total procrastinator about everything. Sigh. I want a nap.
It's an ugly image. See, I'm happy with my life but I'm also not. I'm still a student, my family still barely lives paycheck to paycheck, and overall, I just want more. I can't feel Jim-bo's pain over the white hairs yet because, well, I dye my hair but I wake up in the morning and stare at my new wrinkles that will only deepen and I check my ass in the mirror and realize it looks more and more like my mothers everyday. This does not make me happy. I am vain and I am fine with admitting this.
Yet at this point, I am in the same boat as Jim, I may still not be in charge of myself. Working at SESDAC seems to stagnate people, you FORGET that you can be more, that you are smarter and capable of more than you are forced to do, and everyday you are beaten down with drama and bullshit and hard work and you don't even have any energy to try and get yourself somewhere. this is part of why I had to quit. I love the friendships and the memories of working there, I really am grateful for that. But I was losing myself there and everyday I woke up less and less satisfied with my life. I also woke up sick and battered and exhausted every day too but that's beside the point.
So anyways, aging. It sucks. I don't really enjoy being in my twenties still to be perfectly honest, but I am terrified of getting to my thirties and being a perpetual twenty something. I am too smart and worth too much for that to occur. Oh and Jim, yeah you need to post a video of you playing with your disco dinos. And yeah, I have to pace myself now too even though I still attempt to be a total procrastinator about everything. Sigh. I want a nap.
Monday, November 24, 2008
And I'm only 24
I hate to say it, but I think I'm getting old. In the past few weeks, I, or someone else, have managed to find 4 white hairs on my head. Not to gross anyone out here but tonight I found a white hair in my nose, the second such hair in two weeks. Am I prematurely aging? Perhaps. When I type for long periods of time I notice my fingers ache. I have to take breaks from the computer screen at work, even step outside because the harshness of the fluorescent lights tires my eyes. My back hurts after a long commute into the main office. I find myself wanting to take naps in the afternoon. What the hell is wrong with me?
There was a time, when I could sit in front of a computer and type away for hours working fervently on a paper due only days away. I would sit, all hunched over with a bottle of Mountain Dew or Pepsi, plugging away at the endless paragraphs that were soon to become my masterpiece. I could review scholarly articles with the best of them. I was efficient and fast. I was a paper spitting machine who managed to work in a short amount of time because I was a procrastinator. Now, it takes me a while to get something done. I have to pace myself. Overall, maybe this was inevitable. I was so used to doing things fast and at the last minute that since that part of my life is done for now, I find it difficult to do other things in the same manner. I fear that sentence did not make sense.
Who do I blame for this premature aging that I am experiencing? I blame you SESDAC. Screw it, I'm going to name you. I blame you for the long hours without relief. I blame you for the overnights, and all the heavy lifting. I blame you, for putting me in charge of others when I barely am in charge of myself. I blame you for not allowing me to have a social life. I blame you for decieving me at every turn. I blame you for all the unnecessary stress in my life. Had this been a job that I would have made a career out of, then perhaps I would have had a brighter outlook. Call this my catharsis. I was sitting back, looking at my former job. It wasn't so bad. I enjoyed working with my coworkers. I enjoyed the people I supported. What I DID NOT enjoy was the useless B.S. that went on.
Yep, I guess I'm pretty old. I find myself refering to people, probably my own age, as kids. I myself still am a kid. I think my next facebook post should be a video of my playing with my disco-dinosaurs that Sara gave me. I'll play with them at my desk at work to show you all just how busy I am. They'll all say, "hey, there goes Jim, the guy who loves to play with his dinosaurs. I think the reservation got to him" Speaking of reservation, I think my rez accent is coming along pretty well. If only you could hear it. I would definately make Sara and Kare proud. I learned that its all in how you accent. You have to say every work as if its the last word of a question. And you have to use slang words liberally. Its delicate. Perhaps one day I'll write a book on Modern American Indian Speech Patterns in a Social Context. Ever listen to rez radio? Its pretty sweet
I'm Off to keelee myself to sleep.
There was a time, when I could sit in front of a computer and type away for hours working fervently on a paper due only days away. I would sit, all hunched over with a bottle of Mountain Dew or Pepsi, plugging away at the endless paragraphs that were soon to become my masterpiece. I could review scholarly articles with the best of them. I was efficient and fast. I was a paper spitting machine who managed to work in a short amount of time because I was a procrastinator. Now, it takes me a while to get something done. I have to pace myself. Overall, maybe this was inevitable. I was so used to doing things fast and at the last minute that since that part of my life is done for now, I find it difficult to do other things in the same manner. I fear that sentence did not make sense.
Who do I blame for this premature aging that I am experiencing? I blame you SESDAC. Screw it, I'm going to name you. I blame you for the long hours without relief. I blame you for the overnights, and all the heavy lifting. I blame you, for putting me in charge of others when I barely am in charge of myself. I blame you for not allowing me to have a social life. I blame you for decieving me at every turn. I blame you for all the unnecessary stress in my life. Had this been a job that I would have made a career out of, then perhaps I would have had a brighter outlook. Call this my catharsis. I was sitting back, looking at my former job. It wasn't so bad. I enjoyed working with my coworkers. I enjoyed the people I supported. What I DID NOT enjoy was the useless B.S. that went on.
Yep, I guess I'm pretty old. I find myself refering to people, probably my own age, as kids. I myself still am a kid. I think my next facebook post should be a video of my playing with my disco-dinosaurs that Sara gave me. I'll play with them at my desk at work to show you all just how busy I am. They'll all say, "hey, there goes Jim, the guy who loves to play with his dinosaurs. I think the reservation got to him" Speaking of reservation, I think my rez accent is coming along pretty well. If only you could hear it. I would definately make Sara and Kare proud. I learned that its all in how you accent. You have to say every work as if its the last word of a question. And you have to use slang words liberally. Its delicate. Perhaps one day I'll write a book on Modern American Indian Speech Patterns in a Social Context. Ever listen to rez radio? Its pretty sweet
I'm Off to keelee myself to sleep.
HEY Y'ALL
Okay so its been a while, long time, since I've blogged. I've been busy at work. I inadvertently created more work for myself by bringing some staffing issues to attention. Needless to say, I got what I wanted as far as staffing in our offices, BUT i have to open a center that was formerly closed THEREFORE i have to write job descriptions and work assignments AND get everyone to write month reports that I then have to go through. Also, upper administration basically want me to open a daycare center to teenagers and young people to give them something to do in the evenings. Thats not our job, we dont get paid to watch your kids, we get paid to provide a free service to people in need of furthering their education. Okay so now that that little bit of BS is out of the way....
Thanksgiving is almost here! I'm excited to get a 4 day weekend more than anything. Screw the turkey and sweet potatoes and cranberries! Just give me the day off and a pumpkin pie with whipped cream! Just to think... If I were still at SESDAC I would have had to have worked! And now I get 2 paid days off to celebrate some asinine holiday where "the injuns and whites sat together and broke bread to give thanks for a bountiful harvest" RIDICULOUS! Okay here it is, if it hadn't been for the Indians, excuse me American Indian Native Red People, white people would have starved to death! They would have been killed off by hostile tribes! They wouldnt have been able to live through the harsh winters! Damn it why did we have to be so nice to you guys?
Okay, so maybe I'm being a little harsh, but think about it. People, new to the land, have no idea how to survive off the land, running around praying to God, they were just asking for trouble. There, thats my AIM (American Indian Movement) rant for the year. Okay, what am I thankful for? I'm thankful that gas prices have gone down because filling up my MADE IN AMERICA Ford SUV has become a little less painful. I'm also thankful that I have a job where I can spend time with my roommates, I mean parents. Thats another thing. I've been looking for a place to live in my hometown right? And I haven't found a place yet because most of them are old, need alot of work, or are just plain ugly. I dont need a mansion but at least someplace that is somewhat nice. Until I find a place, I'm stuck with my parents. Now its not bad like they're telling me what to do, I have the ability to do what I want. Its just the concept of living with my rents that is disturbing to me.
Theres a guy, who has to be in his 40's, hes a bag boy at the grocery store, and he lives with his parents. He's a bit of a creeper. You see him at the bar, drinking, and like after 3 beers or a few mixed drinks and hes pretty much out of it, even throwing up. I dont want to end up like that guy. Next, you have an old high school classmate of mine, who has a place of his own, BUT ITS THE HOUSE NEXT DOOR TO HIS PARENTS. I dont want to be in that situation either. I HAVE TO FIND A PLACE OF MY OWN. I'm willing to commute if necessary. Overall, this is where I sorta wanted to be as far as a job kinda maybe but NOT WHERE where I wanted to be as far as living arrangements. Granted I'm saving money, but overall my quality of life is declining.
I miss Fuse tv. I was addicted to that channel in Vermillion. They played the best music and had the best shows. I know i've blogged about it before and i dont want to beat a dead horse here but yeah, there are crap channels in Gregory. Secondly, I MISS MY BROADBAND WIRELESS, because everything here is so slow, its hard to use iTunes and the like. Its nice to know that in this world where technology is everywhere, theres a place that so small-town backwoods that they have dial up instead of high speed. I could download a whole album in less than a minute, here in podunk town, it takes me 10 minutes per song! I miss modern amenities.
C H R I S T M A S
Cant we wait until Thanksgiving is over with before we start showing the Christmas movies on TV?? I know the National Kill a Turkey Day is late this year, prompting this whole assault of glad tidings and joy but seriously, I haven't seen anything having to do with Thanksgiving. Its making me nervous/anxious, thinking I have to go shopping or put up those damn lights or wear a hat with the white puffy ball on the end. I like the holidays, dont get me wrong. But its everyone elses holiday madness that gets to me. Forget buying your kids three thousand dollars in new toys, or spending big money on yourselves. What happened to those days when homemade gifts from school gave you such excitement when you gave them to your parents? Now we're obsessed with the new shiny gadgets and all that stuff. Dont get me wrong, I am obsessed with technology and having the nice or new things but I'm not willing to go bankrupt trying to get those things.
O B A M A
Okay, the OBAMA rant: I understand that we have to mend our relationships with other countries and that we have to reestablish our standing as a nation. I can understand the hype around Obama, he's a good guy. My only problem, and its one thats been all over the news lately, is Where is the Change that he promised to bring. So far its just the Clinton administration all over again, all the same players. Wheres the New Shiny people who are going to change this country. Besides Obama, alot of these people are Washington insiders who know how to play the game (which isn't necessarily a bad thing). Overall, I think our expectations, as the voting American public were largely inflated. No ONE MAN can change things overnight, nor will he be able to be a great uniter as everyone proclaims he will be. The moment he takes office, he will become a divisive figure. Remember President Bush (Bush junior) and his promises to be a non-partisan president who will work with everyone. Well now he's one of the most partisan presidents that we have ever had. I'm just saying, be careful for what you wish for and don't be expecting too much too soon.
Okay so I'll have to do a better job of blogging. Its kind of hard to blog constantly WHEN I HAVE A JOB, SARA. Granted, its a pretty slack job but there are things that come up that I have to deal with. Some days, I have to travel to another center and those days are going to become more frequent, especially after the new year. Overall, I'm happy with this new job. I have respect here. I was able to accomplish something that the former director and assistant director were able to do. I stood up for my staff and we were rewarded. Our program will benefit and I have the confidence from the staff that I will be on their side and fight for them. Now, I better not fuck it up by being a BAD SUPERVISOR (she knows who she is, even if she can't read this). I wont lie about what people have said to me nor will I blame other staff for something that is completely of my own doing. TAKE THAT AS A LESSON!
Have a Happy Turkey Day everyone!
I'm Out, L8R Peace Out
Thanksgiving is almost here! I'm excited to get a 4 day weekend more than anything. Screw the turkey and sweet potatoes and cranberries! Just give me the day off and a pumpkin pie with whipped cream! Just to think... If I were still at SESDAC I would have had to have worked! And now I get 2 paid days off to celebrate some asinine holiday where "the injuns and whites sat together and broke bread to give thanks for a bountiful harvest" RIDICULOUS! Okay here it is, if it hadn't been for the Indians, excuse me American Indian Native Red People, white people would have starved to death! They would have been killed off by hostile tribes! They wouldnt have been able to live through the harsh winters! Damn it why did we have to be so nice to you guys?
Okay, so maybe I'm being a little harsh, but think about it. People, new to the land, have no idea how to survive off the land, running around praying to God, they were just asking for trouble. There, thats my AIM (American Indian Movement) rant for the year. Okay, what am I thankful for? I'm thankful that gas prices have gone down because filling up my MADE IN AMERICA Ford SUV has become a little less painful. I'm also thankful that I have a job where I can spend time with my roommates, I mean parents. Thats another thing. I've been looking for a place to live in my hometown right? And I haven't found a place yet because most of them are old, need alot of work, or are just plain ugly. I dont need a mansion but at least someplace that is somewhat nice. Until I find a place, I'm stuck with my parents. Now its not bad like they're telling me what to do, I have the ability to do what I want. Its just the concept of living with my rents that is disturbing to me.
Theres a guy, who has to be in his 40's, hes a bag boy at the grocery store, and he lives with his parents. He's a bit of a creeper. You see him at the bar, drinking, and like after 3 beers or a few mixed drinks and hes pretty much out of it, even throwing up. I dont want to end up like that guy. Next, you have an old high school classmate of mine, who has a place of his own, BUT ITS THE HOUSE NEXT DOOR TO HIS PARENTS. I dont want to be in that situation either. I HAVE TO FIND A PLACE OF MY OWN. I'm willing to commute if necessary. Overall, this is where I sorta wanted to be as far as a job kinda maybe but NOT WHERE where I wanted to be as far as living arrangements. Granted I'm saving money, but overall my quality of life is declining.
I miss Fuse tv. I was addicted to that channel in Vermillion. They played the best music and had the best shows. I know i've blogged about it before and i dont want to beat a dead horse here but yeah, there are crap channels in Gregory. Secondly, I MISS MY BROADBAND WIRELESS, because everything here is so slow, its hard to use iTunes and the like. Its nice to know that in this world where technology is everywhere, theres a place that so small-town backwoods that they have dial up instead of high speed. I could download a whole album in less than a minute, here in podunk town, it takes me 10 minutes per song! I miss modern amenities.
C H R I S T M A S
Cant we wait until Thanksgiving is over with before we start showing the Christmas movies on TV?? I know the National Kill a Turkey Day is late this year, prompting this whole assault of glad tidings and joy but seriously, I haven't seen anything having to do with Thanksgiving. Its making me nervous/anxious, thinking I have to go shopping or put up those damn lights or wear a hat with the white puffy ball on the end. I like the holidays, dont get me wrong. But its everyone elses holiday madness that gets to me. Forget buying your kids three thousand dollars in new toys, or spending big money on yourselves. What happened to those days when homemade gifts from school gave you such excitement when you gave them to your parents? Now we're obsessed with the new shiny gadgets and all that stuff. Dont get me wrong, I am obsessed with technology and having the nice or new things but I'm not willing to go bankrupt trying to get those things.
O B A M A
Okay, the OBAMA rant: I understand that we have to mend our relationships with other countries and that we have to reestablish our standing as a nation. I can understand the hype around Obama, he's a good guy. My only problem, and its one thats been all over the news lately, is Where is the Change that he promised to bring. So far its just the Clinton administration all over again, all the same players. Wheres the New Shiny people who are going to change this country. Besides Obama, alot of these people are Washington insiders who know how to play the game (which isn't necessarily a bad thing). Overall, I think our expectations, as the voting American public were largely inflated. No ONE MAN can change things overnight, nor will he be able to be a great uniter as everyone proclaims he will be. The moment he takes office, he will become a divisive figure. Remember President Bush (Bush junior) and his promises to be a non-partisan president who will work with everyone. Well now he's one of the most partisan presidents that we have ever had. I'm just saying, be careful for what you wish for and don't be expecting too much too soon.
Okay so I'll have to do a better job of blogging. Its kind of hard to blog constantly WHEN I HAVE A JOB, SARA. Granted, its a pretty slack job but there are things that come up that I have to deal with. Some days, I have to travel to another center and those days are going to become more frequent, especially after the new year. Overall, I'm happy with this new job. I have respect here. I was able to accomplish something that the former director and assistant director were able to do. I stood up for my staff and we were rewarded. Our program will benefit and I have the confidence from the staff that I will be on their side and fight for them. Now, I better not fuck it up by being a BAD SUPERVISOR (she knows who she is, even if she can't read this). I wont lie about what people have said to me nor will I blame other staff for something that is completely of my own doing. TAKE THAT AS A LESSON!
Have a Happy Turkey Day everyone!
I'm Out, L8R Peace Out
Lucy, you got some splaining to do . . . .
SO I was watching VH1 this morning and AC/DC's new video came on. Since they are making a come back and since I live in middle America where things like AC/DC are still veryyyy cool, verrrryyyyyy hip, verrrrrryyyy noooow, I thought I better pay attention. After all, this song is about to become every one's favorite ring tone and every radio stations favorite song around here.
Yeah. People love hair metal that much. Even though AC/DC isn't hair metal, they are just old dude metal, but thats just a matter of semantics, I guess. Depends who you ask, I guess. Anyways, I was watching the video and as usual we had the subtitles on because I like to know what's actually being said, just in case the universe decided to send me signals through the boob tube, and halfway through this video I realized something profound.
These dudes have Alzheimer's and dementia and probably multiple personality disorder. Why? Because the song lyrics DO. NOT. MAKE. SENSE. AT. ALL. I looked them up and I'm going to post them here- maybe someone can translate for me, because I don't get this song at all. I don't think many people will be able to accurately interpret what this dumb song is about, but I'll leave ypu the lyrics so you can attempt.
What is it with people writing songs that NO ONE KNOWS what they are about?
Oy vey.
AC/DC - Rock 'N' Roll Train Lyrics
One hot angel
One cool devil
Your mind on the fantasy
Livin on the ecstasy
Give it all, give it,
Give it what you got
Come on give it all a lot
Pick it up move it
Give it to the spot
Your mind on fantasy
Livin on ecstasy
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Yeah the Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
One hard rang bell
Old school rebel
A ten for the revelry
Diamond of the agency
Shake it, Shake it
Take it to the spot
You know she make it really hot
Get it on, get it up
Come on give it all you got
Your mind on fantasy
Livin on the ecstasy
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Yeah the Runaway Train yeah
(Running right off the track)
On the Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
(Angus Guitar Solo)
One hot southern belle
Son of a devil
A school boy spelling bee
A school girl with a fantasy
One hot rang bell
Old school rebel
A ten for the revelry
Diamond of the agency
Shake it, Shake it
Take it to the spot
You know she make it really hot Yeah
Get it on, get it up
Come on give it what you got
You know she’s just like a
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track) She’s coming off the track
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Get it on, get it up
Come on give it all you got
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Yeah. People love hair metal that much. Even though AC/DC isn't hair metal, they are just old dude metal, but thats just a matter of semantics, I guess. Depends who you ask, I guess. Anyways, I was watching the video and as usual we had the subtitles on because I like to know what's actually being said, just in case the universe decided to send me signals through the boob tube, and halfway through this video I realized something profound.
These dudes have Alzheimer's and dementia and probably multiple personality disorder. Why? Because the song lyrics DO. NOT. MAKE. SENSE. AT. ALL. I looked them up and I'm going to post them here- maybe someone can translate for me, because I don't get this song at all. I don't think many people will be able to accurately interpret what this dumb song is about, but I'll leave ypu the lyrics so you can attempt.
What is it with people writing songs that NO ONE KNOWS what they are about?
Oy vey.
AC/DC - Rock 'N' Roll Train Lyrics
One hot angel
One cool devil
Your mind on the fantasy
Livin on the ecstasy
Give it all, give it,
Give it what you got
Come on give it all a lot
Pick it up move it
Give it to the spot
Your mind on fantasy
Livin on ecstasy
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Yeah the Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
One hard rang bell
Old school rebel
A ten for the revelry
Diamond of the agency
Shake it, Shake it
Take it to the spot
You know she make it really hot
Get it on, get it up
Come on give it all you got
Your mind on fantasy
Livin on the ecstasy
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Yeah the Runaway Train yeah
(Running right off the track)
On the Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
(Angus Guitar Solo)
One hot southern belle
Son of a devil
A school boy spelling bee
A school girl with a fantasy
One hot rang bell
Old school rebel
A ten for the revelry
Diamond of the agency
Shake it, Shake it
Take it to the spot
You know she make it really hot Yeah
Get it on, get it up
Come on give it what you got
You know she’s just like a
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track) She’s coming off the track
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Get it on, get it up
Come on give it all you got
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Where in the world is Jim-bo?
Dude. It's been weeks since Jim blogged. What the bump?
Oh wait, it's been awhile for me too.
Well shoot, I'd love to stay and chat but I gotta watch "How The Earth Was Made" on the History Channel.
Later gator!
Peace out-
Chatterbox Sara
Oh wait, it's been awhile for me too.
Well shoot, I'd love to stay and chat but I gotta watch "How The Earth Was Made" on the History Channel.
Later gator!
Peace out-
Chatterbox Sara
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Movie Night, Dinos, Pie
This has been an interesting past two weeks. Interesting in that I barely leave my house, except to acquire things, like my daughter from preschool, groceries from HyVee or WallyWorld, boxes for our move, coffee for my gut, etc. Other than that I've rarely left this house. This weather makes me despondent, I mean seriously, another South Dakota winter? Every winter I sigh and mourn the fact that I'm not in Arizona, wearing early fall clothing, enjoying the warm sun across my smiling face. I don't know if I can take another winter without becoming suicidal to be quite frank. I mean, Vermillion is the stinky arm pt of South Dakota- it's ugly and it's windy and its snowy and it's just effing cold here during the winter. It's NEVER pretty. I've yet to witness a pretty winter here in V-town, at least when I lived in Spearfish, it was pretty. Oh and our town thinks plowing is totally optional, plowing well is laughable, and that plowing mounds of snow into your driveway and onto your vehicles is totally mandatory.
God, I fucking hate snow.
Our yard at the current house we live in is kinda pretty during the winter- we have a really cool back yard, but alas- we are moving this week. Sad but exciting and a relief. Sad because our house is so cute and enviable. Exciting because our new apartment is really nice, really affordable, and overall a good decision. A relief because frankly this house was far too expensive to lie in and its nice to be somewhere that will provide a bit of relief to our already thin and sparse pocket book. So, we've been on this binge with this move, I made the rule that we aren't bringing any junk with us or anything we don't need or don't use. Quality over quantity I say. We have many reasons to downsize but an apartment is yet another one because there are less places to cram junk than there are in a great big house. We've thrown out tons and tons of stuff and donated tons more- I'm talking several vehicles and truckloads- isn't that pathetic?
Sooooo, Jim-bo came to V-town this weekend. I have no idea what happened over the rest of his weekend but he came over here Friday night to watch Star Wars Clone Wars with us. The movie was absolutely bizarre. It did give my husband chance to show off his geeky wierd overly huge amount of knowledge about all things Star Wars until I grew impatient and confused and silenced him using my Death Star techniques of discipline. The movie kinda blew but that made it kinda good because it was humorous badness, not something that was pure awful. I doubt we ever need to watch it again, even my husband agrees with that statement.
I also gave Jim-bo his present for his birthday- a kung fu fighting singing birthday card and disco light dinosaurs. He was tickled- I havent seen anyone so thrilled with that lame of a gift in quite some time. It's the little things I guess. Jim was supposed to come back over for breakfast with our friend Tim the next morning. Tim came over for brunch and with his big ass truck and big ass horse trailer so we could take away more junk and begin packing the junk we are keeping. I swear every time we move I pack more boxes of books. It's a little known fact that I am everyone's personal librarian. I believe that we do have around 1000 books in total. After awhile anyone helping us move do nothing but glare and hem silently and cuss under their breath at all the boxes of books. See, I always pack up all the books and because I have fairly decent upper arm strength I regularly pack the boxes too heavy. At least I pay the people who help me move in pizza and beer!
Anyways Jim DID NOT COME OVER TO SEE TIME BECAUSE HE WAS BEING A STICK IN THE MUD. Or he was busy, but whatever. We've also watched several other fun movies lately- Get Smart, Kung Fu Panda, Tinkerbell. However the highlight of this weekend comes from the History Channel yet again. There was a THREE HOUR SPECIAL on God versus Satan and a TWO HOUR SPECIAL on the search for the Lost Ark!!!! How friggin cool does it get? EEEE!!!!!!!!!!! God I love the History Channel- I really think if I ever pursued acting, I'd have a solid career as a History Channel actor- They are THAT good.
By the way, Tim was really bummed to not see Jim.
Does anyone else think the two guys who act on Blues Clues are absolute creeps?
Ok good.
I made a lot of food this weekend. Saturday I made quiche, homemade macaroni and cheese, and banana cream pie. Today it was pancakes, nachos, salads, brisket, butternut squash puree, good Lord. I've been cooking real food a lot lately- partly to get rid of food we would have to move of course but also partly because of the change of weather- forces one to be inside more. Instead of whipping up gourmet delicacies I could study more but theres only so long one can type article reviews about anything to do with sex orr stare at pictures of femurs, you know? I took a test today and got a shitty grade on it but apparently everyone in the class got a bad grade- wonder if the prof will do anything.
Ok, so this blog is getting uber long and I still have four other topics to cover but I think I better save them for another blog. So, soon to come, moving fun, TrueBlood- the show and the books, Eva's new Catholic preschool, and more on banana cream pie.
Peace out yo-
Chatterbox Sara
God, I fucking hate snow.
Our yard at the current house we live in is kinda pretty during the winter- we have a really cool back yard, but alas- we are moving this week. Sad but exciting and a relief. Sad because our house is so cute and enviable. Exciting because our new apartment is really nice, really affordable, and overall a good decision. A relief because frankly this house was far too expensive to lie in and its nice to be somewhere that will provide a bit of relief to our already thin and sparse pocket book. So, we've been on this binge with this move, I made the rule that we aren't bringing any junk with us or anything we don't need or don't use. Quality over quantity I say. We have many reasons to downsize but an apartment is yet another one because there are less places to cram junk than there are in a great big house. We've thrown out tons and tons of stuff and donated tons more- I'm talking several vehicles and truckloads- isn't that pathetic?
Sooooo, Jim-bo came to V-town this weekend. I have no idea what happened over the rest of his weekend but he came over here Friday night to watch Star Wars Clone Wars with us. The movie was absolutely bizarre. It did give my husband chance to show off his geeky wierd overly huge amount of knowledge about all things Star Wars until I grew impatient and confused and silenced him using my Death Star techniques of discipline. The movie kinda blew but that made it kinda good because it was humorous badness, not something that was pure awful. I doubt we ever need to watch it again, even my husband agrees with that statement.
I also gave Jim-bo his present for his birthday- a kung fu fighting singing birthday card and disco light dinosaurs. He was tickled- I havent seen anyone so thrilled with that lame of a gift in quite some time. It's the little things I guess. Jim was supposed to come back over for breakfast with our friend Tim the next morning. Tim came over for brunch and with his big ass truck and big ass horse trailer so we could take away more junk and begin packing the junk we are keeping. I swear every time we move I pack more boxes of books. It's a little known fact that I am everyone's personal librarian. I believe that we do have around 1000 books in total. After awhile anyone helping us move do nothing but glare and hem silently and cuss under their breath at all the boxes of books. See, I always pack up all the books and because I have fairly decent upper arm strength I regularly pack the boxes too heavy. At least I pay the people who help me move in pizza and beer!
Anyways Jim DID NOT COME OVER TO SEE TIME BECAUSE HE WAS BEING A STICK IN THE MUD. Or he was busy, but whatever. We've also watched several other fun movies lately- Get Smart, Kung Fu Panda, Tinkerbell. However the highlight of this weekend comes from the History Channel yet again. There was a THREE HOUR SPECIAL on God versus Satan and a TWO HOUR SPECIAL on the search for the Lost Ark!!!! How friggin cool does it get? EEEE!!!!!!!!!!! God I love the History Channel- I really think if I ever pursued acting, I'd have a solid career as a History Channel actor- They are THAT good.
By the way, Tim was really bummed to not see Jim.
Does anyone else think the two guys who act on Blues Clues are absolute creeps?
Ok good.
I made a lot of food this weekend. Saturday I made quiche, homemade macaroni and cheese, and banana cream pie. Today it was pancakes, nachos, salads, brisket, butternut squash puree, good Lord. I've been cooking real food a lot lately- partly to get rid of food we would have to move of course but also partly because of the change of weather- forces one to be inside more. Instead of whipping up gourmet delicacies I could study more but theres only so long one can type article reviews about anything to do with sex orr stare at pictures of femurs, you know? I took a test today and got a shitty grade on it but apparently everyone in the class got a bad grade- wonder if the prof will do anything.
Ok, so this blog is getting uber long and I still have four other topics to cover but I think I better save them for another blog. So, soon to come, moving fun, TrueBlood- the show and the books, Eva's new Catholic preschool, and more on banana cream pie.
Peace out yo-
Chatterbox Sara
Monday, November 10, 2008
Jim is a Jerkwad
1. I was not being a stick in the mud about bowling. I was writing a twelve page paper and taking a test that took 2.5 hours and dealing with a cranky child and husband. I HAD OTHER THINGS TO DO THAN BOWL.
2. I'm so glad that Jim texted me incessantly about how cool it was that our former supervisor was at bowling and how that should make me want to come but now says he's not happy that she was there. Man, you're such a jerkwad dude.
3. Jim's job is pretty sweet if he regularly gets sooo many days off. I wanna work on the rez. Oh wait, I probably will at some point.
4. Right now on the Travel Channel, one of my geeky celeb crushes is on, Anthony Bourdain. He's so icky and crass but still so totally hot. Today on the History Channel there was also a three hour documentary on Samurais. Clearly my butt is expanding from all my discovery and travel and history channel watching.
5. Jim makes good points about McCain. I seriously considered voting for him for awhile. But the chick-ee-poo Sarah Palin, whom Jim has a major bo-bo-boner for eliminated my vote. I'm not sexist and I'm a total feminist but just because the Palinator has a vagina doesnt mean I want to vote for her to empower women.
6. I am still so excited that Obama won this election. Everytime I think about it I kinda get choked up and teary eyed. I love the Obama's. Go Kennedy the 2nd!
7. I really want to, need to, have to, must or I will die, see the new James Bond flick- Quantum of Solace. I love, love, love James Bond more than anything ever and Daniel Craig is just too heartbreakingly fabu.
8. I need to write on this blog and my other blogs more often but unfortunately my classes require about five hundred discussion threads a week on each of their respective websites. I'm unsure why this is necessary.
Soon to come, an update on True Blood, THE SHOW, and on the Sookie Stackhouse books. Also soon to come, details ion my impending move and Jim-bo's impending birthday celebration V-Town style!
Yoyoyoyooyo . . . .
Peace out you-
Chatterbox Sara
2. I'm so glad that Jim texted me incessantly about how cool it was that our former supervisor was at bowling and how that should make me want to come but now says he's not happy that she was there. Man, you're such a jerkwad dude.
3. Jim's job is pretty sweet if he regularly gets sooo many days off. I wanna work on the rez. Oh wait, I probably will at some point.
4. Right now on the Travel Channel, one of my geeky celeb crushes is on, Anthony Bourdain. He's so icky and crass but still so totally hot. Today on the History Channel there was also a three hour documentary on Samurais. Clearly my butt is expanding from all my discovery and travel and history channel watching.
5. Jim makes good points about McCain. I seriously considered voting for him for awhile. But the chick-ee-poo Sarah Palin, whom Jim has a major bo-bo-boner for eliminated my vote. I'm not sexist and I'm a total feminist but just because the Palinator has a vagina doesnt mean I want to vote for her to empower women.
6. I am still so excited that Obama won this election. Everytime I think about it I kinda get choked up and teary eyed. I love the Obama's. Go Kennedy the 2nd!
7. I really want to, need to, have to, must or I will die, see the new James Bond flick- Quantum of Solace. I love, love, love James Bond more than anything ever and Daniel Craig is just too heartbreakingly fabu.
8. I need to write on this blog and my other blogs more often but unfortunately my classes require about five hundred discussion threads a week on each of their respective websites. I'm unsure why this is necessary.
Soon to come, an update on True Blood, THE SHOW, and on the Sookie Stackhouse books. Also soon to come, details ion my impending move and Jim-bo's impending birthday celebration V-Town style!
Yoyoyoyooyo . . . .
Peace out you-
Chatterbox Sara
A Little Bit of Everything.
So this post is going to go back as far as Halloween. So Halloween night was spent at Sara's place. We had our vampire movie night, complete with food and drinks. It was a fun, quirky gathering of a bunch of dorks who really didnt watch the movies. The next night, was BOWLING. It was fun, except we started off the night by running into the supervisor. Granted it was okay, but looking back, I wish we could have just not seen her. We bowled - we drank - we were there for 3 closing times. We even drank away the Daylight Savings time change. I didnt get home til after 4 am, got up at 9:30am on Sunday and packed up and left town to start a new chapter in my life. (p.s. Sara didnt join in on the bowling fun, she was being a stick in the mud.)
So my first week of work at my new job: Basically it went like this, I'll give you a day by day breakdown. Monday: went in, got my contract, met with staff and had lunch, then went back to the office and did nothing. Tuesday: stayed in the office and learned how to enter data on an online program. Wednesday: went back into the main office, turned in my contract, got back to my office, did nothing, except clean out my desk. Thursday: SNOW DAY - no work. Friday: SNOW DAY - no work.
Now on to the present week. Monday: had to sign a bunch of stuff like time sheets and approve of leave slips then came back to my office to try to hack into a computer that is mine but the former director password protected the hell out of. Tuesday: VETERAN'S DAY HOLIDAY - no work.
As for the election, I believe there is some correction to be made. Sara told about my text I had sent her. To clarify, my text read, as I remember, "damn it damn it damn it fuck fuck fuck shit shit" That was basically my reaction to Obama being named President elect. Why did I react this way might you ask... WELL, overall I'm an experience person. I would much rather see someone who at least finished out his/her first term in the US Senate be elected rather than a freshman senator who hasnt completed the first national office they were elected for.
Obama, in my opinion, means too much uncertainty. I believe he was elected for all the wrong reasons. The most apparent reason: his skin color. I'm not a racist. If you could see my skin you would know. But I feel that too many people voted for Barack Obama for the simple fact that he is Black. Barack Obama is not Black in the same as Black Americans. Obama is truly an African American. He doesn't share the common slave history as much of Black Americans.
Secondly, Obama's past needs some clarification in my opinion. Certain portions of his autobiography were chosen to paint the picture of an Ideal candidate who knows the struggles of average Americans. I do believe that Obama is an elitest. Third, Obama's policies, or lack there of, were mostly popularist in nature, crafted to please a majority of Americans. Fourth, the rhetoric. Obama's soaring speeches where simply too much for me to swallow. How can people buy into so much bullshit without a shred of substance behind it all. One of my friends, you know who you are, said she was tired of McCains "My friends," Well I got tired of "Yes we can" "Change we can believe in" "Are you ready America?" The "yes we can" got REALLY boring. Okay so at the beginning of the primary season we had how many Democrats standing up on the stage crying out for change and Obama is the ONE who really meant it? I'm all campaigned out i guess. Well I'm going, I have other stuff to do now, I'll have plenty more later. PEACE OUT FOR SHIZZLE.
So my first week of work at my new job: Basically it went like this, I'll give you a day by day breakdown. Monday: went in, got my contract, met with staff and had lunch, then went back to the office and did nothing. Tuesday: stayed in the office and learned how to enter data on an online program. Wednesday: went back into the main office, turned in my contract, got back to my office, did nothing, except clean out my desk. Thursday: SNOW DAY - no work. Friday: SNOW DAY - no work.
Now on to the present week. Monday: had to sign a bunch of stuff like time sheets and approve of leave slips then came back to my office to try to hack into a computer that is mine but the former director password protected the hell out of. Tuesday: VETERAN'S DAY HOLIDAY - no work.
As for the election, I believe there is some correction to be made. Sara told about my text I had sent her. To clarify, my text read, as I remember, "damn it damn it damn it fuck fuck fuck shit shit" That was basically my reaction to Obama being named President elect. Why did I react this way might you ask... WELL, overall I'm an experience person. I would much rather see someone who at least finished out his/her first term in the US Senate be elected rather than a freshman senator who hasnt completed the first national office they were elected for.
Obama, in my opinion, means too much uncertainty. I believe he was elected for all the wrong reasons. The most apparent reason: his skin color. I'm not a racist. If you could see my skin you would know. But I feel that too many people voted for Barack Obama for the simple fact that he is Black. Barack Obama is not Black in the same as Black Americans. Obama is truly an African American. He doesn't share the common slave history as much of Black Americans.
Secondly, Obama's past needs some clarification in my opinion. Certain portions of his autobiography were chosen to paint the picture of an Ideal candidate who knows the struggles of average Americans. I do believe that Obama is an elitest. Third, Obama's policies, or lack there of, were mostly popularist in nature, crafted to please a majority of Americans. Fourth, the rhetoric. Obama's soaring speeches where simply too much for me to swallow. How can people buy into so much bullshit without a shred of substance behind it all. One of my friends, you know who you are, said she was tired of McCains "My friends," Well I got tired of "Yes we can" "Change we can believe in" "Are you ready America?" The "yes we can" got REALLY boring. Okay so at the beginning of the primary season we had how many Democrats standing up on the stage crying out for change and Obama is the ONE who really meant it? I'm all campaigned out i guess. Well I'm going, I have other stuff to do now, I'll have plenty more later. PEACE OUT FOR SHIZZLE.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Dracula 3000
We dvr'd about 80 different Halloween movies and have been slowly slogging our way through them but tonight we vetoed those in favor of our last Netflix'd Halloween movie choice . . . Dracula 3000.
Let's just say this flick is solid gold plated nickel. It's a Sci Fi Channel gem. Buried treasure that may have needed to stay there. Let me put it this way. There's a porno chick who rivals Jenna Jameson in terms of fake lips and fake tits. There's a big huge black dude who's character's name is HUMVEE. There's an ugly girl with pigtails.
but not to be outdone, there is one more superb addition to this stellar cast.
Coolio.
That's right. Dracula 3000 stars Coolio.
Isn't that, well, cool? NOT.
Let's just say this flick is solid gold plated nickel. It's a Sci Fi Channel gem. Buried treasure that may have needed to stay there. Let me put it this way. There's a porno chick who rivals Jenna Jameson in terms of fake lips and fake tits. There's a big huge black dude who's character's name is HUMVEE. There's an ugly girl with pigtails.
but not to be outdone, there is one more superb addition to this stellar cast.
Coolio.
That's right. Dracula 3000 stars Coolio.
Isn't that, well, cool? NOT.
Differing Opinions- The election
So obviously, Injun Jim and I took different sides for this election. He voted for McCain and I for Obama, and we argued via IM, telephone, text, and in person over the pros and cons of each of these candidates. Both of us were, like the rest of our country (FOR ONCE, apathetic bozos), heated and passionate about the changes America so desperately needs and who is more capable to bring about positive or negative changes. Jim was soothed by McCain's experience and wisdom, I was impressed by Obama's fresh new voice and focused outlook and what he would do differently. Last night at roughly ten pm all the anxiety and anticipation ended both with a television announcement and a gun text from Jim that read,
"Fuck fuck fuck shit shit shit!"
In other words, Barack won.
It no longer matters, all the arguments and the in fighting and the heat that this country underwent over the last two years. Like it or not, we have a new leader who faces challenges that I doubt many Presidents in the last fifty yeas have faced. A crashing economy, an insurmountable war, an environment that is crumbling, threats of nuclear destruction, and a world of damage that has been building for the last eight years that can't be erased, instead it has to be fixed or changed or both. Now matter my thoughts on either candidate, both of them had guts to face up to what the end of this presidency was going to leave them. It's more than a platter full or a table cull of crap, it's an entire White House full of problems. I don't envy either of them.
I was reaffirmed in my belief in Barack Obama when he came out to give his acceptance speech and wasn't jubilant. He was humble, he had a look of both pride and resignation. He already knows the burden that is being placed on his shoulders. His speech was beautiful, really both candidates speeches last night were beautiful. I was impressed by their commitment to each other and to doing whatever it takes to restore our country. So many people have questioned whether this young lad can take the reins of this country and I ask of them, remember President Kennedy? Imagine if he hadn't been assassinated, where this country might be today. He was new and controversial and at the time, it was exactly what this country needed.
We need new. We need fresh. For so long this country has been controlled by those who have kept power in their back pockets for half a century. It's not getting us anywhere. While I respect that McCain has experience, perhaps that experience is better used as a voice of advisorship, not leadership. I believe that people play different roles and that there are things they are better suited to, and I believe that McCain is great as a leader right where he is now, in Congress. I believe that Obama was just one of those shining stars destined for greatness, destined to be controversial, to raise peoples hackles and get them involved. What better way to get people finally fired up about our flagging nation than to have someone that, forty years prior, would have never been considered a viable option for leadership?
I was impressed by both candidates humility and graciousness and focus last night. Both of them pledged commitment to reform and to restoration and those are the things we so desperately need right now. I just about cried when Barack gave his acceptance speech and also when McCain gave his concession speech- the grace both of these people possessed was a tribute to their characters. I am a person who is focused on integration and tolerance and pulling your own weight in your society. I think that both of these men will inspire people to all of those things.
Congratulations to our new 44th President who has forever shattered the "good ole boys" club of the White House. Congratulations to McCain for a race well run and gracefully lost. It gives me goosebumps to think that in this year, 40 years after the amazing Martin Luther King died, an African-American was elected and all of our hope placed in his hands. What a wonderful accomplishment for our nation and for his community.
Oh, and one side note, I for one, am glad to no longer have to listen to anymore berating of either candidate or their co-candidate choices. Go back to Alaska, Sara P., and rest at ease that undoubtedly you won't be crossing my mind again for a very long time. McCain, go have some beer, on the house courtesy of your wife. Obama, don't buy a puppy mill puppy for your girls. And Biden, please don't consider hair replacement surgery, I have a feeling it may launch your 'do into the same stratosphere as the Donald.
Peace out yo-
Chatterbox Sara
"Fuck fuck fuck shit shit shit!"
In other words, Barack won.
It no longer matters, all the arguments and the in fighting and the heat that this country underwent over the last two years. Like it or not, we have a new leader who faces challenges that I doubt many Presidents in the last fifty yeas have faced. A crashing economy, an insurmountable war, an environment that is crumbling, threats of nuclear destruction, and a world of damage that has been building for the last eight years that can't be erased, instead it has to be fixed or changed or both. Now matter my thoughts on either candidate, both of them had guts to face up to what the end of this presidency was going to leave them. It's more than a platter full or a table cull of crap, it's an entire White House full of problems. I don't envy either of them.
I was reaffirmed in my belief in Barack Obama when he came out to give his acceptance speech and wasn't jubilant. He was humble, he had a look of both pride and resignation. He already knows the burden that is being placed on his shoulders. His speech was beautiful, really both candidates speeches last night were beautiful. I was impressed by their commitment to each other and to doing whatever it takes to restore our country. So many people have questioned whether this young lad can take the reins of this country and I ask of them, remember President Kennedy? Imagine if he hadn't been assassinated, where this country might be today. He was new and controversial and at the time, it was exactly what this country needed.
We need new. We need fresh. For so long this country has been controlled by those who have kept power in their back pockets for half a century. It's not getting us anywhere. While I respect that McCain has experience, perhaps that experience is better used as a voice of advisorship, not leadership. I believe that people play different roles and that there are things they are better suited to, and I believe that McCain is great as a leader right where he is now, in Congress. I believe that Obama was just one of those shining stars destined for greatness, destined to be controversial, to raise peoples hackles and get them involved. What better way to get people finally fired up about our flagging nation than to have someone that, forty years prior, would have never been considered a viable option for leadership?
I was impressed by both candidates humility and graciousness and focus last night. Both of them pledged commitment to reform and to restoration and those are the things we so desperately need right now. I just about cried when Barack gave his acceptance speech and also when McCain gave his concession speech- the grace both of these people possessed was a tribute to their characters. I am a person who is focused on integration and tolerance and pulling your own weight in your society. I think that both of these men will inspire people to all of those things.
Congratulations to our new 44th President who has forever shattered the "good ole boys" club of the White House. Congratulations to McCain for a race well run and gracefully lost. It gives me goosebumps to think that in this year, 40 years after the amazing Martin Luther King died, an African-American was elected and all of our hope placed in his hands. What a wonderful accomplishment for our nation and for his community.
Oh, and one side note, I for one, am glad to no longer have to listen to anymore berating of either candidate or their co-candidate choices. Go back to Alaska, Sara P., and rest at ease that undoubtedly you won't be crossing my mind again for a very long time. McCain, go have some beer, on the house courtesy of your wife. Obama, don't buy a puppy mill puppy for your girls. And Biden, please don't consider hair replacement surgery, I have a feeling it may launch your 'do into the same stratosphere as the Donald.
Peace out yo-
Chatterbox Sara
Monday, November 3, 2008
Happy Birthday to Eva! She's three today!
Another year older and more perfect every day!
Here's my little pirate!
Here's Eva and her birthday present, Pepper the Pug.
Here's Eva drinking her morning coffee- so grown up!
Happy Birthday Baby girl. Mama loves you always and forever.
Peace out-
Chatterbox Sara
Here's my little pirate!
Here's Eva and her birthday present, Pepper the Pug.
Here's Eva drinking her morning coffee- so grown up!
Happy Birthday Baby girl. Mama loves you always and forever.
Peace out-
Chatterbox Sara
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Exorcism
So i'm watching Real Exorcist on SciFi channel right. So I thought well this sounds like a good show to watch/DVR. Well I was right, but not for the right reasons. Instead of having a really good show its a really corny show. This woman is possessed by demonic forces and this guy (who's not a Catholic priest by the way) confronts the demon and talks to it. I think its just some trick "scripted show" with really bad/good actors. Oh so its a couple, both of which are possessed by demonic entities. He just did the same thing to the guy too. He like puts a bible on their chest and calls out the demon and forces it into torment until he is ready to deal with them.
Okay so I'm a good Catholic boy and I know some about exorcism, I know that its a Catholic rite and only the Catholics acknowledge demonic possession and that Catholic priets have to spend time praying and meditating before an exorcism. The possession also has to be investigated by the diocese and be approved. The reverend looks like he just goes around doing these exorcisms. My overall impression is that this show is phony/fake. Exorcisms in the Catholic world seemed to be surrounded by unknowns and darkness. Its an interesting show but dang, seems awfully suspicious to me.
So, tomorrow is Halloween and I guess i'm going to dress up for the big Halloween Vampire movie night at Sara's tomorrow. What is my costume? i'm not too sure. I'm going to Walmart tomorrow to pic out something but I might be left with the leftovers so I might go as a vampire pirate pimp haha that would be awesome. I'm not big into halloween like the dressing up part of it. Okay so the reverend is an Evangelical reverend and he's confronting the demon at this point. Catholic exorcism centers around prayer (i'm pretty sure) and this is outright physical confrontation. I'm confused but good watching at this point. Thats all for now.
Okay so I'm a good Catholic boy and I know some about exorcism, I know that its a Catholic rite and only the Catholics acknowledge demonic possession and that Catholic priets have to spend time praying and meditating before an exorcism. The possession also has to be investigated by the diocese and be approved. The reverend looks like he just goes around doing these exorcisms. My overall impression is that this show is phony/fake. Exorcisms in the Catholic world seemed to be surrounded by unknowns and darkness. Its an interesting show but dang, seems awfully suspicious to me.
So, tomorrow is Halloween and I guess i'm going to dress up for the big Halloween Vampire movie night at Sara's tomorrow. What is my costume? i'm not too sure. I'm going to Walmart tomorrow to pic out something but I might be left with the leftovers so I might go as a vampire pirate pimp haha that would be awesome. I'm not big into halloween like the dressing up part of it. Okay so the reverend is an Evangelical reverend and he's confronting the demon at this point. Catholic exorcism centers around prayer (i'm pretty sure) and this is outright physical confrontation. I'm confused but good watching at this point. Thats all for now.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
HALLOWEEN
Since my previous posts were lost to the internet wherever I decided to post again. Since Halloween is coming up at the end of the week, I DVRd a bunch of old black and white monster/horror movies. Theres some reason why I like these shows. Perhaps its the fact that they are the classics, the pictures that paved the way for future horror movies. Theres also something amusing about watching where cinema was and how far its come. You must admit, for what they had to work with at the time, alot of these movies from the 1930s and 40s were pretty good.
The other night (at work, haha) I watched a really bad "horror" movie on Chiller. It was called Death Fields or something. Basically it was a really poor Canadian attempt at a horror movie. It was kind of like texas chainsaw massacre only worse, with no chainsaws or real blood and guts. It was REALLY slow throughout. The acting was bad, and they said things like about, house, get out, with stereotypical Canadian accents. Ya know, Aboot and LETS GET OOUT OF THE HOOSE type of stuff. Its such a bad movie I almost want to buy it just for a good laugh every now and then.
Right now I'm watching the Bride of Frankenstein made in 1935. Its a pretty awesome movie with all the arrrrrr ARRRRRR RRRRAAAAAHHHHHHs in it. Nothing gets me excited like seeing a torch wielding mob at the door. So I went into work tonight to check my mailbox right? And in my box was my exit interview questionnaire. Upon completing this i shall officially be done with work. I'm excited to end my current job but will miss all my co-workers.
I can't find a new place in the town where I will be working, so this is forcing me to live with my parents. I haven't lived with them for like 5 years or so and I have mixed feelings about this. I'm a single guy who likes living alone. I have particular ways I like to do things. I'm a bit of a neat freak and like to keep my own schedule. Living with my parents will basically turn all my habits on end and force me to do things different. Oh well, hopefully I can find someplace soon. I dont want to be one of those creepers who lives with their parents well into his 40s and refers to his parents as his roommates. Well I guess i'll get back to my old black and whites since I am enjoying them so thoroughly.
The other night (at work, haha) I watched a really bad "horror" movie on Chiller. It was called Death Fields or something. Basically it was a really poor Canadian attempt at a horror movie. It was kind of like texas chainsaw massacre only worse, with no chainsaws or real blood and guts. It was REALLY slow throughout. The acting was bad, and they said things like about, house, get out, with stereotypical Canadian accents. Ya know, Aboot and LETS GET OOUT OF THE HOOSE type of stuff. Its such a bad movie I almost want to buy it just for a good laugh every now and then.
Right now I'm watching the Bride of Frankenstein made in 1935. Its a pretty awesome movie with all the arrrrrr ARRRRRR RRRRAAAAAHHHHHHs in it. Nothing gets me excited like seeing a torch wielding mob at the door. So I went into work tonight to check my mailbox right? And in my box was my exit interview questionnaire. Upon completing this i shall officially be done with work. I'm excited to end my current job but will miss all my co-workers.
I can't find a new place in the town where I will be working, so this is forcing me to live with my parents. I haven't lived with them for like 5 years or so and I have mixed feelings about this. I'm a single guy who likes living alone. I have particular ways I like to do things. I'm a bit of a neat freak and like to keep my own schedule. Living with my parents will basically turn all my habits on end and force me to do things different. Oh well, hopefully I can find someplace soon. I dont want to be one of those creepers who lives with their parents well into his 40s and refers to his parents as his roommates. Well I guess i'll get back to my old black and whites since I am enjoying them so thoroughly.
Mr. I'm Not a Dickwad
I was worn out after reading Sara's blog below, seriously I could just see her sitting there typing up a storm as her keyboard started smoking from all the excessive key punching... I pretty much dont need to blog anymore cuz Sara is SO GOOD AT IT, she can blog for the both of us. So yeah, new job, Director of Adult Basic Education/GED, start it on Nov 3, the day before I vote for McCain/Palin because I can't stand Barack Obama (its a substance issue, all talk ya know).
I decided to keep my bank account-busting $650 a month apartment for at least 2 months because my parents are toying with the idea of having a place to stay and get away from their own grinds at work... Vacation house, the only problem is its in Vermillion and I have enough memories of the place to last me a life time, not all bad but more bad than good. I DVRd a bunch of old horror movies that i'm bound and determined to watch all evening/night.
As for the iTunes, i've been pretty conservative on spending so far, mostly because there haven't been any good releases lately. I left V-town for just like 2.5 days right, I left Monday at noon and did not return until Wednesday at 5 pm. It seriously feels like a week because I have not been out of town this long in ages. I'm going to miss all the Vermillion people, its sad but oh well, I have to use my $60,000 education somewhere right. I can't make a living at my current job for too much longer. Vote Republican next week! Happy Halloween! I'm off to watch the rest of Jeepers Creepers.
I decided to keep my bank account-busting $650 a month apartment for at least 2 months because my parents are toying with the idea of having a place to stay and get away from their own grinds at work... Vacation house, the only problem is its in Vermillion and I have enough memories of the place to last me a life time, not all bad but more bad than good. I DVRd a bunch of old horror movies that i'm bound and determined to watch all evening/night.
As for the iTunes, i've been pretty conservative on spending so far, mostly because there haven't been any good releases lately. I left V-town for just like 2.5 days right, I left Monday at noon and did not return until Wednesday at 5 pm. It seriously feels like a week because I have not been out of town this long in ages. I'm going to miss all the Vermillion people, its sad but oh well, I have to use my $60,000 education somewhere right. I can't make a living at my current job for too much longer. Vote Republican next week! Happy Halloween! I'm off to watch the rest of Jeepers Creepers.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
UGH. STUPID STUPID. DOOM DOOM DOOM!
Anyone who watches Invader Zim will understand the title of my blog. . . . . . ok so there's probably not many other geeks out there anymore that watch Invader Zim which really is THE COOLEST CARTOON EVER ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH AMEN AND PERIOD.
Glad I got that out. Phew.
Ok, so you probably noticed that we've been having some problems with out blog. First we tried to edit the danged thing and the server was apparently down, so our changes went schizophrenic and four blog posts were lost due to this. So let me give you a short synopsis of these lost blogs, lost musings of Chatterbox Sara and Injun Jim. Here's the bullet point list- there may be a quiz on this later, so do take notes.
-Injun Jim went to Walmart after I spent $450 there and spent $27.35 just to spite me and talk about how great he is at saving money. Whatever dude, you have your own vices on which you blow your money- CAN WE SAY iTunes, Jim-bo? Dude.
-Eva got her birthday/Hannukah pug. His name is Pepper and it totally fits him since he's always snuffling and sneezing like he sniffed pepper, and he's a fiesty little dude. We spent $300 on him so he is definitely her birthday and Hannukah gift- because we are broke, white trash, and we can't afford to buy out Toys-R-Us every year just to ensure our kids have EVERYTHING THEY COULD EVER WANT EVER. I really hate people who aascribe to that stupid damned attitude. No kid ever loved their parent more or felt more secure in their own self just because they got all the latests and greatests every damned year. Usually those kids turn intpo insecure bratty snits.
-Injun Jim got a new JOB! This is tremendously exciting because, well, Jim and I have psych degrees, and those usually require ample amounts of extra schooling in order for one to garner a paycheck that is larger than one would get flipping burgers. He's a director of community education or something or other in Gregory (read, on the rez) and it's a pretty sweet gig. I think it really fits his personality and I thinki he's going to be FABULOUS at it. So congratulations to my favorite Injun! I am bummed that he'll be leaving me all alone in shithole Verm-town but I'll be packing my bags soon enough.
-I have a cat that I am trying to find a new home for before we move. Anyone want a kitty that survived a car hitting him, then survived his arm being amputated and several infections, and is currently one of the sweetest, funnioest kitties I know? Please help me find my kitty a new home!
-We got our new apartment. I am just so excited about it. Three bedrooms, 1.5 baths, patio, can have pets (with a humongo deposit), all for $600- which is fairly reasonable for all of that. We are moving November 20th, so if you want to help me move, hang curtains, pack or unpack, etc., feel free to help! I pay in pizza and booze!
-It's almost Halloween so on that wonderful night, Jim and I are having a vampire scarefest in honor of True Blood being our new "favorite show" (read, to make fun of). So come to my house- it starts at five and we have a vampire menu, booze, and vampire movies, and we'll hand out treats to the little trick or treaters!
-Speaking of Halloween, I am a decorating NUTSO this year because of our fun little party! I mean, I painted blood drippings and bloody handprints on our doors. We carved 7 pumpkins. This WHOLE ENTIRE HOUSE is decorated. It rocks.
-In November, we celebrate my daughter Eva's birthday and Injun Jim-bo's birthday! Jim is accepting gifts, so get your American Express black out and get him that Hummer since he really likes to drive and burn through gasoline and waste money on his "ride".
-I am doing well in all my classes, but having regular panic attacks about everything in my life This drives me to insomnia, taking excessive amounts of pain medication because of my sleep deprived induced migraines, and a white russian nearly every night.
-It's Fall! Eat some apple cider donuts! Drink some hot apple cider or some spiced coffee! Feel free to pack a few pounds on, I know that I will!
-Jim and I both want Wii's. So again, get that black card out and send us the things that will induce euphoric stupor that only capitalism and stupid video games can produce.
-Injun Jim still has a major boner for Sara Palin and her sidekick, Master of Senile Dementia, oh, I mean, Republian presidential nominee, fuckwad McCain. I used to like the dude too. but I'm voting for change I can believe in. I got my Obama shirt ALL READY!. As does Nolan, Eva, Louis, and Pepper.
-Sara Palin can donate her $150,000 wardrobe and beauty treatments to me any danged day now. I could use amakeover, or at least, some crap to sell on ebay to those other stupid dickwads who have major boners fo the Palinator too. I am not saying Injun Jim is a dickwad, I am saying that most people who think that she's hot and qualified to help run this country ARE dickwads.
Ok. I'm sure there's a LOT more to cover, but I'm sick of typing. Happy Halloween guys! Be safe that night, and every night! Enjoy what we can of fall, give Jim-bo a pat on the back for getting a great job, and stop by my place for treats and movies on Halloween! MUAH!
Peace out yo-
Chatterbox Sara
Glad I got that out. Phew.
Ok, so you probably noticed that we've been having some problems with out blog. First we tried to edit the danged thing and the server was apparently down, so our changes went schizophrenic and four blog posts were lost due to this. So let me give you a short synopsis of these lost blogs, lost musings of Chatterbox Sara and Injun Jim. Here's the bullet point list- there may be a quiz on this later, so do take notes.
-Injun Jim went to Walmart after I spent $450 there and spent $27.35 just to spite me and talk about how great he is at saving money. Whatever dude, you have your own vices on which you blow your money- CAN WE SAY iTunes, Jim-bo? Dude.
-Eva got her birthday/Hannukah pug. His name is Pepper and it totally fits him since he's always snuffling and sneezing like he sniffed pepper, and he's a fiesty little dude. We spent $300 on him so he is definitely her birthday and Hannukah gift- because we are broke, white trash, and we can't afford to buy out Toys-R-Us every year just to ensure our kids have EVERYTHING THEY COULD EVER WANT EVER. I really hate people who aascribe to that stupid damned attitude. No kid ever loved their parent more or felt more secure in their own self just because they got all the latests and greatests every damned year. Usually those kids turn intpo insecure bratty snits.
-Injun Jim got a new JOB! This is tremendously exciting because, well, Jim and I have psych degrees, and those usually require ample amounts of extra schooling in order for one to garner a paycheck that is larger than one would get flipping burgers. He's a director of community education or something or other in Gregory (read, on the rez) and it's a pretty sweet gig. I think it really fits his personality and I thinki he's going to be FABULOUS at it. So congratulations to my favorite Injun! I am bummed that he'll be leaving me all alone in shithole Verm-town but I'll be packing my bags soon enough.
-I have a cat that I am trying to find a new home for before we move. Anyone want a kitty that survived a car hitting him, then survived his arm being amputated and several infections, and is currently one of the sweetest, funnioest kitties I know? Please help me find my kitty a new home!
-We got our new apartment. I am just so excited about it. Three bedrooms, 1.5 baths, patio, can have pets (with a humongo deposit), all for $600- which is fairly reasonable for all of that. We are moving November 20th, so if you want to help me move, hang curtains, pack or unpack, etc., feel free to help! I pay in pizza and booze!
-It's almost Halloween so on that wonderful night, Jim and I are having a vampire scarefest in honor of True Blood being our new "favorite show" (read, to make fun of). So come to my house- it starts at five and we have a vampire menu, booze, and vampire movies, and we'll hand out treats to the little trick or treaters!
-Speaking of Halloween, I am a decorating NUTSO this year because of our fun little party! I mean, I painted blood drippings and bloody handprints on our doors. We carved 7 pumpkins. This WHOLE ENTIRE HOUSE is decorated. It rocks.
-In November, we celebrate my daughter Eva's birthday and Injun Jim-bo's birthday! Jim is accepting gifts, so get your American Express black out and get him that Hummer since he really likes to drive and burn through gasoline and waste money on his "ride".
-I am doing well in all my classes, but having regular panic attacks about everything in my life This drives me to insomnia, taking excessive amounts of pain medication because of my sleep deprived induced migraines, and a white russian nearly every night.
-It's Fall! Eat some apple cider donuts! Drink some hot apple cider or some spiced coffee! Feel free to pack a few pounds on, I know that I will!
-Jim and I both want Wii's. So again, get that black card out and send us the things that will induce euphoric stupor that only capitalism and stupid video games can produce.
-Injun Jim still has a major boner for Sara Palin and her sidekick, Master of Senile Dementia, oh, I mean, Republian presidential nominee, fuckwad McCain. I used to like the dude too. but I'm voting for change I can believe in. I got my Obama shirt ALL READY!. As does Nolan, Eva, Louis, and Pepper.
-Sara Palin can donate her $150,000 wardrobe and beauty treatments to me any danged day now. I could use amakeover, or at least, some crap to sell on ebay to those other stupid dickwads who have major boners fo the Palinator too. I am not saying Injun Jim is a dickwad, I am saying that most people who think that she's hot and qualified to help run this country ARE dickwads.
Ok. I'm sure there's a LOT more to cover, but I'm sick of typing. Happy Halloween guys! Be safe that night, and every night! Enjoy what we can of fall, give Jim-bo a pat on the back for getting a great job, and stop by my place for treats and movies on Halloween! MUAH!
Peace out yo-
Chatterbox Sara
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
How to spend $450 at Walmart in less than an hour.
1. Get your oil changed. Get suckered into the promos they've got going on about cleaning this, or replacing that, or whatever. Decide to do your shopping while you wait.
2. Write an insanely long list of everything absolutely possible that your house is out of.
3. Acquire a new puppy who requires food, bedding, toys, treats, clothes, leashes, etc.
4. Have a kid who still wears diapers for naptime and bedtime.
5. Said kid also needs shoes, socks, undies, and winter gear.
6. Begin perusing every aisle of Walmart. Check things off of your list as you acquire them.
7. Throw in little extras you may or may not need or just plain don't need whatsoever.
8. Realize your house needs cleaning supplies, paper towels, garbage bags, etc. Go get them.
9. Get your sick kid and sick husband sprite, propel, gatorade, popsicles, coloring books, and saltines.
10. Buy random crap for yourself. New face lotion, different deodorant, air fresheners because it MATTERS TO YOU what your house smells like. 5 magazines. A bouquet of flowers.
Go to the register and pay for your super duper oil change. Ok so that was about 40 bucks with all the bells and whistles. Now pay for all your merchandise that the cashier gently suggests you need two carts for. Cough up the remaining $410 and silently die a little because you are feeding "The Man" the Sam Walton assholes of this world who sell you your goods on the backs of thirteen year old child slaves. Go home and unpack and put away all your goodies.
Then recycle the bags.
That's how to spend $450 at Walmart.
Yuck.
Chatterbox Sara
2. Write an insanely long list of everything absolutely possible that your house is out of.
3. Acquire a new puppy who requires food, bedding, toys, treats, clothes, leashes, etc.
4. Have a kid who still wears diapers for naptime and bedtime.
5. Said kid also needs shoes, socks, undies, and winter gear.
6. Begin perusing every aisle of Walmart. Check things off of your list as you acquire them.
7. Throw in little extras you may or may not need or just plain don't need whatsoever.
8. Realize your house needs cleaning supplies, paper towels, garbage bags, etc. Go get them.
9. Get your sick kid and sick husband sprite, propel, gatorade, popsicles, coloring books, and saltines.
10. Buy random crap for yourself. New face lotion, different deodorant, air fresheners because it MATTERS TO YOU what your house smells like. 5 magazines. A bouquet of flowers.
Go to the register and pay for your super duper oil change. Ok so that was about 40 bucks with all the bells and whistles. Now pay for all your merchandise that the cashier gently suggests you need two carts for. Cough up the remaining $410 and silently die a little because you are feeding "The Man" the Sam Walton assholes of this world who sell you your goods on the backs of thirteen year old child slaves. Go home and unpack and put away all your goodies.
Then recycle the bags.
That's how to spend $450 at Walmart.
Yuck.
Chatterbox Sara
Sunday, October 12, 2008
DEDICATION
I know there are those out there that are dedicated to drinking. They plan their work and school schedules and even sleep around going out and getting plastered. I was a college student for 5 years and I've seen my share of people who are dedicated drinkers. For example, one of my former roommates would drink every evening and get up early to study before class. Another one of my roommates would go out on particular nights to enjoy alcohol.
I was at the homecoming parade yesterday and I had parked my vehicle in a parking lot. This was around 9 am yesterday. I happened to glance over and in the car next to mine I saw two young women sleeping in the car. They looked like they were comfortable and pretty out of it. Now I can't say for sure that they had been there the entire night but they looked like they had been bit by the alcohol bug. The next thing I know, they wake up! The exit their make-shift public viewing bed room and go and watch the parade. I could hear them talking to one another and one girl said to the other "sleeping in the car was a great idea! I really wanted to see the parade and now I'm able to... My head is KILLING me"
At this point I'm thinking okay, college kids got it down. They are able to drink, find an alternative place to sleep AND catch a good parade. They were really planning and their efforts paid off. A little while later, one of the girls could be over heard saying "okay, I really gotta go take a shower, I feel so gross. Lets go back to your place and then we could come back and go to the bars." DEDICATION. At least people are willing to stick to something and that is their drinking. I like to go out and drink, every now and then. But I usually don't go to great lengths to plan out everything.
I was at the homecoming parade yesterday and I had parked my vehicle in a parking lot. This was around 9 am yesterday. I happened to glance over and in the car next to mine I saw two young women sleeping in the car. They looked like they were comfortable and pretty out of it. Now I can't say for sure that they had been there the entire night but they looked like they had been bit by the alcohol bug. The next thing I know, they wake up! The exit their make-shift public viewing bed room and go and watch the parade. I could hear them talking to one another and one girl said to the other "sleeping in the car was a great idea! I really wanted to see the parade and now I'm able to... My head is KILLING me"
At this point I'm thinking okay, college kids got it down. They are able to drink, find an alternative place to sleep AND catch a good parade. They were really planning and their efforts paid off. A little while later, one of the girls could be over heard saying "okay, I really gotta go take a shower, I feel so gross. Lets go back to your place and then we could come back and go to the bars." DEDICATION. At least people are willing to stick to something and that is their drinking. I like to go out and drink, every now and then. But I usually don't go to great lengths to plan out everything.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Some People
Is it just me or is Sara the biggest dork/nerd in South Dakota? I think so. Between the fiber pudding cups and the Discovery Planet Earth thing, she's really a dork. And the books? she reads an insane amount of books. I dont even attempt to try to read anything because it takes too much effort. I'm just tired. BIG ANNOUNCEMENT COMING IN A FEW DAYS (hopefully)... THIS COULD ROCK YOUR WORLD (or not)... BUT IT MOST LIKELY WILL (if you're the type to get excited)... AND EVEN IF IT DOESNT ROCK YOUR WORLD (which it most surely will)... JUST GO ALONG WITH IT, IT MIGHT BE PRETTY COOL (or so I think)... AND IF IT IS A BIG ANNOUNCEMENT (again, hopefully)... WHAT WILL IT MEAN FOR THE FUTURE OF SARA & JIM'S TOTALLY ROCKIN BITCHIN BLOG??? (probably nothing)... VOTE MCCAIN/PALIN, and play dinosaurs until the election which is comin up pretty soon because Russians might be outside your house and you might have to tell them "shoo go away" and then you'll think you see OSAMA BinLaden driving a taxi but its not him and the FBI would be super pissed that you made a false report cuz everyone on the earth is looking for this guy and I bet that the Discovery Channel Planet Earth could find him and we could see him riding his ass in the amazing clarity of HDTV on our Sony televisions that we pay so much for because we think we need them when we have to sell our government cheese just to pay for a tank of gas cuz we're going to go buy a pug and name him Winston.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Planet Earth is On!
Dudes and dudettes. Planet Earth is going to be on the Discovery Channel every Sunday this October. This so totally rocks. You need to check it out. Seriously. It's the most amazing series ever filmed ever.
In other news, I ate a bunch of Dorito crumbles today out of the bottom of the bag. I also painted my nails dark purply burgundy. I also showered. Isn't that cool?
Yeaaah.
Over and out yo-
Chatterbox Sara
In other news, I ate a bunch of Dorito crumbles today out of the bottom of the bag. I also painted my nails dark purply burgundy. I also showered. Isn't that cool?
Yeaaah.
Over and out yo-
Chatterbox Sara
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Fiber Pudding Cups
So this last week when I was grocery shopping, I noticed more and more things that typically never have fiber in them have "Live-Active Cultures" or are "Now with Fiber!". I had to stop and ask myself, what is up with America? Are we all really having that hard of a time going to the bathroom? I mean, yes fiber fills you up better, yes it lowers calories, yes it does so many good things, but the reality of it is that FIBER PUSHES POOP OUTTA YOUR BUTT. I suppose if you think about it logically, the more you go to the bathroom and have healthy, normal bathroom experiences, the healthier you are. I mean, it is getting rid of all the nasty gross stuff inside of you right?
I did a little research on this and also watched a marathon on BBC of You are Eat or whatever that show is called, where the lady scientifically analyzes the poop of unhealthy people and decided that apparently, pooping really is probably America's number one health concern. We're all fat, we're all slovenly, we all eat McDonalds, and consequentially apparently, we all have hard time of it in the bathroom. Going too much, going too little, whatever it may be, fiber is this decades new fixer-upper.
I can't wait for the serious fad diets to start in about this. EAT 100 GRAMS OF FIBER A DAY AND LOSE TEN POUNDS A WEEK! Celeb diets where all these toothpick actresses do is consume bran buds and yogurt culture and Smart Water and talk about how they've "never felt better" in interviews that strangely never leave the starlets bathroom.
Ok, so according to the American Medical Association guidelines I read, and to the Food Pyramid, and to most legit doctors, adults should be consuming between 35-55 grams of fiber a day. But MOST of them recommend that this not just come from things like "27 grain fiber enriched wheat bread!" or "flax seed oat kernel honey toasted cereal- 20 grams of fiber per serving!" but rather you know, actually following guidelines of getting a lot of fiber from fruits and veggies. Consequentially, eating lots of fruits and veggies also ups your water intake too and keeps you better hydrated than any Smart Water can probably ever do for you.
I'm all for sneaking in ways to be healthy. But tonight as I tried the new Jello Dark Chocolate pudding with "Live Active Cultures and 5 grams of fiber per Sugar-Free Serving!" I couldn't help but wish for an apple with peanut butter or berries and yogurt or something that I knew that the fiber and good stuff I was getting from it was all natural. It just felt like eating and like it was really getting around the point that good eating is usually healthy, natural eating. I felt the sugar alcohols in the jello not satisfying my craving and instead of that damn apple I actually wanted, I ate some damned Doritos then cursed myself for being an unhealthy idget who will probably end up with major pooping problems like those people on What Not To Eat.
Maybe I am on the brink of my own food revolution. All I know is that I don't really think you can freeze dry and chemically create health. We all fall victim to it when perhaps the real answer is what all those granola crunching hippies said all along, get back to your roots and eat naturally. And I don't know how many things you can really add healthful benefits to and actually see any kind of real results. Like recently Pepsi and Coke both came out with soda with vitamins and minerals added! What? If you're drinking soda, are you real,ly thinking about vitamins and minerals? Probably the chemicals in your sugar water defeat the purpose of those danged vitamins and minerals ANYWAYS.
Sometimes this is all enough for me to go hide out in a cave forever but then I remember how much I like tv. Then I wonder how much fiber really helps me if all I do is watch dvr'd bullshit.
Peace out yo-
Chatterbox Sara
I did a little research on this and also watched a marathon on BBC of You are Eat or whatever that show is called, where the lady scientifically analyzes the poop of unhealthy people and decided that apparently, pooping really is probably America's number one health concern. We're all fat, we're all slovenly, we all eat McDonalds, and consequentially apparently, we all have hard time of it in the bathroom. Going too much, going too little, whatever it may be, fiber is this decades new fixer-upper.
I can't wait for the serious fad diets to start in about this. EAT 100 GRAMS OF FIBER A DAY AND LOSE TEN POUNDS A WEEK! Celeb diets where all these toothpick actresses do is consume bran buds and yogurt culture and Smart Water and talk about how they've "never felt better" in interviews that strangely never leave the starlets bathroom.
Ok, so according to the American Medical Association guidelines I read, and to the Food Pyramid, and to most legit doctors, adults should be consuming between 35-55 grams of fiber a day. But MOST of them recommend that this not just come from things like "27 grain fiber enriched wheat bread!" or "flax seed oat kernel honey toasted cereal- 20 grams of fiber per serving!" but rather you know, actually following guidelines of getting a lot of fiber from fruits and veggies. Consequentially, eating lots of fruits and veggies also ups your water intake too and keeps you better hydrated than any Smart Water can probably ever do for you.
I'm all for sneaking in ways to be healthy. But tonight as I tried the new Jello Dark Chocolate pudding with "Live Active Cultures and 5 grams of fiber per Sugar-Free Serving!" I couldn't help but wish for an apple with peanut butter or berries and yogurt or something that I knew that the fiber and good stuff I was getting from it was all natural. It just felt like eating and like it was really getting around the point that good eating is usually healthy, natural eating. I felt the sugar alcohols in the jello not satisfying my craving and instead of that damn apple I actually wanted, I ate some damned Doritos then cursed myself for being an unhealthy idget who will probably end up with major pooping problems like those people on What Not To Eat.
Maybe I am on the brink of my own food revolution. All I know is that I don't really think you can freeze dry and chemically create health. We all fall victim to it when perhaps the real answer is what all those granola crunching hippies said all along, get back to your roots and eat naturally. And I don't know how many things you can really add healthful benefits to and actually see any kind of real results. Like recently Pepsi and Coke both came out with soda with vitamins and minerals added! What? If you're drinking soda, are you real,ly thinking about vitamins and minerals? Probably the chemicals in your sugar water defeat the purpose of those danged vitamins and minerals ANYWAYS.
Sometimes this is all enough for me to go hide out in a cave forever but then I remember how much I like tv. Then I wonder how much fiber really helps me if all I do is watch dvr'd bullshit.
Peace out yo-
Chatterbox Sara
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Chatterbox Sara needs Sleep too!
Ugh. I still haven't watched the damned debates. Yesterday I just got caught up on watching the Katie Couric interview with Sara Palin and big daddy McCain and also got caught up with reading the political blogs and news threads that I actually follow. More on that later. I want to watch the debates before I wax poetic on presidential candidates. I'm a bit ambivalent right now. Nolan and I were discussing the current electoral system and how it's a frustrating all or nothing kind of bullshit that basically needs to go. We both support an electoral vote system that is actually representative of the popular vote BUT my friend Vanessa made a good point on her blog the other day. Her point was that of course idiots get elected with this current system when only 33% of our citizens turn out on poll days, but if at least 75% of citizens actually voted, then we would see some real results. Ok, thats as much as I'm going to blabber on about politics for right now, because I need to get some more back reading done (I've got like fifteen Newsweeks and Time magazines on the election and political issues that need perusing) and watch the debates. But yeah, I am still in favor of the Obama-nator.
Speaking of books that have been ordered, I have a gripe about Amazon lately. Usually every time I order books (ahem, which is usually at least twice a month, I think I have an addiction to amazon) my books show up within a week. But lately shipments have been getting longer and longer and longer- I almost fearful to place any orders for Christmas or Hannukah unless I do it NOW THIS VERY SECOND because of the fear that they wouldnt be here in time for gift giving. Anyways, a few weeks ago I ordered the next three books in the Southern Vampire Mysteries series, and I just got them TODAY. I was annoyed, to say the least.
Sooooo the guy who is the breeder of pugs seems very nice but is being very wierd right now. He basically SORTA has a pug that can be adopted, but his daughter "may or may not" want it and he "needs to see what she wants" and blahbeblahblahblee. Dude, is your daughter going to pay you for it or am I? Does she have a three year old to answer to for her birthday puppy or do I? Today I also looked at some Westies- gosh those are cute little suckers. I mean, really adorable, the one I was holding was just so cute I could slap myself. Seriously, he was THAT CUTE.
So we have to get rid of two cats for our move and I am a little heart sick about it. One of them is Caesar, our three legged wonder dynamo cat, but he's really not a cat you keep around little little kids for various reasons. He is lovable with a big personality and he is a wonderful story. But, gotta do whatcha gotta do I guess. Speaking of our move, we are having a yard sale the weekend of Octoboer 18 and 19- so if you are in the area and you are reading this- COME TO MY YARD SALE AND BUY MY STUFF. We are downsizing dramatically and just realized how much junk really can go. Well, its not junk but you know what I mean. I want a simple, stylish house, not a cluttered mess that turns me into a zombie as I clean and organize everyday for the rest of my life.
I am a bit overwhelmed right now. I couldn't sleep these last few nights still, so I had raging insomnia and then of course, raging bitchy moods from sheer exhaustion and we've got a lot going on this week. I had to go to Sioux Falls today to be with a friend for her doctors appointment, there are four different birthdays this week, including that of my deceased father, so I know I'm going to have to talk with my mom about THAT. Don't even get me started. I don't care to celebrate his birthday- it's not worth celebrating- I'd rather take a pause that day and take a moment to hope he is in a better place and just move on, but it seems other people really need to just talk and talk and talk about it. My mom is included in this but every year that passes that she is with Dan, my soon to be stepdad, she gets a little better and it gets a lot easier for her.
Louis is lying right next to me snoring. Why do all the males in my life in this household snore? The two male cats do. My husband certainly does. my dog does. This is just another reason why I want all girls- we don't snore- we simply "breathe differently" when we sleep. Tee hee. Anyways, I have three tests during the second half of this week and about five assignments to get turned in. I also have to get started on some article reviews and paper topic research. I do enjoy one of my classes- I get to do lots of little observational projects of my kid and her little friends. It's fun.
Know what isn't fun though? Her temper tantrums this week. We have had nuclear Eva meltdowns almost every single day this week. On her day off from daycare, Tuesday, she had seven, I AM NOT JOKING, LITERALLY SEVEN meltdowns. I just wanted to sob myself that night out of frustration. However, she was very cute today when we looked at two apartments (AHEM, one of which we will hopefully be getting soon- we hear back about that tomorrow or the next day). She ran into one of the bedrooms and screamed, "Hey GUYS!!!! Commmmmeeeerre! Come and see my room! This one is MINES! WHEEEE HAAAA!!!!!" Sigh. I was rather hoping she'd pick the one at the end of the hall instead of the one RIGHT next to us, just so she would sleep a little more soundly but whatever. The other one is smaller anyway and we're hoping to turn it into a study/guest room. These two apartments were really cute and affordable for Vermillion. They almost rival the cuteness of my very first apartment here in Verm-town- but that one was simply too adorable for words, so whatever.
Fall is very nice right now, the crisp air and turning leaves have been fairly pretty this year- I imagine from all the rain we had this summer- kept everything greener longer. I know Nolan is dreading and avoiding the final mowing and rakings of our yard before we move but cest la vie. Ugh. I need a back rub. This blog is very rambly. I also want a Wii fitness because my friend Jenn has one and I'm uber jealous and Nolan and I want a gigantic ipod to share. I think it's going to be our joint Hannukah present to each other this year. But I also want new down comforters and my pink kitchenaid stand mixer so if anyone is interested in springing for those, be my guest!
One last thing. The combo Spicy Taco/Chipotle Ranch Doritos are strangely good and addicting- I imagine its all the chemicals in the orange powder that indiscriminately covers every kind of Dorito- no matter the flavor. I bet that powder is what actually produces free radical cells that cause cancer. . . or maybe just makes me fat.
Peace out-
Chatterbox Insanely Exhausted Sara Rose
Speaking of books that have been ordered, I have a gripe about Amazon lately. Usually every time I order books (ahem, which is usually at least twice a month, I think I have an addiction to amazon) my books show up within a week. But lately shipments have been getting longer and longer and longer- I almost fearful to place any orders for Christmas or Hannukah unless I do it NOW THIS VERY SECOND because of the fear that they wouldnt be here in time for gift giving. Anyways, a few weeks ago I ordered the next three books in the Southern Vampire Mysteries series, and I just got them TODAY. I was annoyed, to say the least.
Sooooo the guy who is the breeder of pugs seems very nice but is being very wierd right now. He basically SORTA has a pug that can be adopted, but his daughter "may or may not" want it and he "needs to see what she wants" and blahbeblahblahblee. Dude, is your daughter going to pay you for it or am I? Does she have a three year old to answer to for her birthday puppy or do I? Today I also looked at some Westies- gosh those are cute little suckers. I mean, really adorable, the one I was holding was just so cute I could slap myself. Seriously, he was THAT CUTE.
So we have to get rid of two cats for our move and I am a little heart sick about it. One of them is Caesar, our three legged wonder dynamo cat, but he's really not a cat you keep around little little kids for various reasons. He is lovable with a big personality and he is a wonderful story. But, gotta do whatcha gotta do I guess. Speaking of our move, we are having a yard sale the weekend of Octoboer 18 and 19- so if you are in the area and you are reading this- COME TO MY YARD SALE AND BUY MY STUFF. We are downsizing dramatically and just realized how much junk really can go. Well, its not junk but you know what I mean. I want a simple, stylish house, not a cluttered mess that turns me into a zombie as I clean and organize everyday for the rest of my life.
I am a bit overwhelmed right now. I couldn't sleep these last few nights still, so I had raging insomnia and then of course, raging bitchy moods from sheer exhaustion and we've got a lot going on this week. I had to go to Sioux Falls today to be with a friend for her doctors appointment, there are four different birthdays this week, including that of my deceased father, so I know I'm going to have to talk with my mom about THAT. Don't even get me started. I don't care to celebrate his birthday- it's not worth celebrating- I'd rather take a pause that day and take a moment to hope he is in a better place and just move on, but it seems other people really need to just talk and talk and talk about it. My mom is included in this but every year that passes that she is with Dan, my soon to be stepdad, she gets a little better and it gets a lot easier for her.
Louis is lying right next to me snoring. Why do all the males in my life in this household snore? The two male cats do. My husband certainly does. my dog does. This is just another reason why I want all girls- we don't snore- we simply "breathe differently" when we sleep. Tee hee. Anyways, I have three tests during the second half of this week and about five assignments to get turned in. I also have to get started on some article reviews and paper topic research. I do enjoy one of my classes- I get to do lots of little observational projects of my kid and her little friends. It's fun.
Know what isn't fun though? Her temper tantrums this week. We have had nuclear Eva meltdowns almost every single day this week. On her day off from daycare, Tuesday, she had seven, I AM NOT JOKING, LITERALLY SEVEN meltdowns. I just wanted to sob myself that night out of frustration. However, she was very cute today when we looked at two apartments (AHEM, one of which we will hopefully be getting soon- we hear back about that tomorrow or the next day). She ran into one of the bedrooms and screamed, "Hey GUYS!!!! Commmmmeeeerre! Come and see my room! This one is MINES! WHEEEE HAAAA!!!!!" Sigh. I was rather hoping she'd pick the one at the end of the hall instead of the one RIGHT next to us, just so she would sleep a little more soundly but whatever. The other one is smaller anyway and we're hoping to turn it into a study/guest room. These two apartments were really cute and affordable for Vermillion. They almost rival the cuteness of my very first apartment here in Verm-town- but that one was simply too adorable for words, so whatever.
Fall is very nice right now, the crisp air and turning leaves have been fairly pretty this year- I imagine from all the rain we had this summer- kept everything greener longer. I know Nolan is dreading and avoiding the final mowing and rakings of our yard before we move but cest la vie. Ugh. I need a back rub. This blog is very rambly. I also want a Wii fitness because my friend Jenn has one and I'm uber jealous and Nolan and I want a gigantic ipod to share. I think it's going to be our joint Hannukah present to each other this year. But I also want new down comforters and my pink kitchenaid stand mixer so if anyone is interested in springing for those, be my guest!
One last thing. The combo Spicy Taco/Chipotle Ranch Doritos are strangely good and addicting- I imagine its all the chemicals in the orange powder that indiscriminately covers every kind of Dorito- no matter the flavor. I bet that powder is what actually produces free radical cells that cause cancer. . . or maybe just makes me fat.
Peace out-
Chatterbox Insanely Exhausted Sara Rose
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