the girl in the corner

Friend, Me? Sure! wink

2010-05-08T20:45:00.001-05:00

So trying to get back into the dating scene has made me realize how long I've been out of it.

The last time I dated, I did not have text messaging.

You must be thinking that I am either exaggerating or had a track phone forever and that, my friend, is not the case. It's just been that long. Being a good sport about everything (now) with dating, I'm jumping in full force. I'm Match.com-ing, Facebooking, texting and "friending." However, what I'm not doing is going on dates!! I know I have to roll with the punches and keep up with the times, but what the fuck ever happened to happily ever after? Or, at least a regular call on the phone with a "Hey. Wanna go see a movie?" Now it's a wink, a nudge, a "friend me," "hit me up" (which apparently means to text someone,) but for the fact of the matter...no one is really getting to the root of everything. People want companionship with a real person, with a voice and a 98.6 degree touch.

Like I said, I'm being a good sport about all of this and rolling with it. I will say getting a text in the morning to see if you had your coffee fix yet or just to say hi is kind of nice. It's nice to know someone is thinking about you. Even a wink is okay. However, what is not okay is that it is so easy to cut someone off with the space of cyber, satellite, or whatever mystical, magical ways the world communicates without personalization. If you wink at me, and I wink back...you started it.

And so the search goes on for Mr. Right. I don't really want Mr. Right Now, Mr. Temporary or Mr. I Have So Much of My Own Shit, I Can't Blah, Blah... In the meantime, I will continue to blog this out into the world of Mystical, Magical Space.

Peeking out...

2010-04-23T15:11:00.000-05:00

I've been dormant for a while, but the resurrection is almost uncontrollable right now. I suppose all people and thus blogs of people go through this, but I'm pretty sure I'm ready to bring back The Girl. More to come...

Weird, Scary, Universe

2009-02-16T22:02:00.002-05:00

So I think in much earlier posts I have discussed The Secret and the power of positive thinking. Basically, if it's new aged, insightful and/or involves the paranormal...I'm in. I've read The Secret and I also have it on CD. Just recently, I've thrown it back in the car and listen on the way to work and the gym. Short spurts and such. Even though it's about the tenth time I've listened to it, I am hearing all new things. I guess, things I didn't "listen" to before. (As I used to tell my students...there is a difference between hearing and listening.) The biggest and most difficult concept I used to think was to Believe in what you were asking. Now, after listening today, I think it is equally difficult to know what you want to ask. Mainly...I think I am finally 100% sure of what I want in life. I had this little epiphany in bouts. Last month I went to a wedding and usually I'm pretty bitter about going and staring at something "I will never have." For the first time ever, I didn't feel that way. It wasn't all in that sickening sweet way, but in my own realistic voice. And, I Believed it. So...that's the background of the little things that happened today. These are minor, but if a guy can conjure up a feather in his mind, then, well, you get the point.

Alarm not set this morning...woke up 15 minutes before it went off.
Needed a hairband at the gym...found a random one in my pocket.
Needed socks at the gym (didn't pack them)...found a random pair in the bottom of my bag.
Thought about having dinner with mom and dad...mom called and was in the area and invited me to dinner.
Just about to text a friend to see if she was able to talk...she called.
Went to store and bill was $20.04. As I'm digging change out of my purse...clerk says, "The last two people each left two cents a piece. I have the four cents."

At this point I looked at her and said, "Thanks, but I have it here. Leave it for the next person...it's just been that kind of day for me. Everything has been going my way."

She looked at me with the strangest look and I walked out. I thought to myself, "Self. What you get is what you expect. Expect the best and it happens. Expect the worst and 9 times out of 10, the worst happens. (The other instances...miracles? That's another topic.)

It brings me to a quote that I really like after reading the Eckhart Tolle books..."Every snowflake falls exactly as it should," and "Whether it is clear to you or not, no doubt the universe is unfolding exactly as it should."

As VH-1 says...I'm having the best week ever!

Destiny

2009-02-15T21:42:00.003-05:00

It's been a long time...but I think I'm back. I think the main reason I quit writing on here was being linked to it. In my line of work, I have to be candid with my personal life. I don't want to be candid on here...so if you comment, please don't use my name or any details of work, etc. Otherwise, TGITC goes back to the grave. I realized after burying this for a while, I really missed it.

What brings me back tonight is Destiny. Do you believe in destiny? I used to and then I quit. But, something now is taking me back to that belief that everything happens for a reason. More importantly, if you try to change destiny, the whole plan goes awry. For instance...

I went out Thursday evening to a "singles" event. Basically, you go out to this bar, order a drink and they put a flashing ice cube in your glass. You make the ice cube the appropriate color to designate or rather put a target on your status. So I bought into this, dressed up and was completely miserable. Why? Because this is soooo not what I do. And, I was not in my favorite black turtleneck and instead wearing something that made me look date-able. I was irritated, no one mingled and talked and to boot I lost my phone (to find it the next day in my friend's car.) Everything just kept going wrong. As I was convinced to go out on Friday, I put my black turtleneck sweater on, my vest and favorite jeans and things started falling into place (this is when the phone turned up as well.) I know it's minor, but moral of the story: Don't try to be something you're not.

Now, this is where I'm a little torn. I'm on the whole power of positive thinking...but more of what you are thinking, you draw to you. So, does this screw up Destiny?

I saw Slumdog Millionaire today and the whole destiny thing started coming to a head. SPOILER ALERT...I like the idea of "it's what is written." Is that destiny? Or, is it more of a combo of what you really want and what you really need. I think it's time to work on my vision board.

Ode to Rand McNally

2007-11-13T23:03:00.001-05:00

I should have much to post. I do have much to post, but I just can't seem to get much organized. Moving in a couple of weeks....new house...new job. I need some direction.

Where is that compass?

Off the Top of Your Head

2007-11-05T22:21:00.000-05:00

thanks to Lesterhead...I have something to blog...

1. Do you have a tattoo?
2. How old are you?
3. Are you single or taken?
4. Fish?
5. Do you dream in color?
6. Ever seen a corpse?
7. Hipsters or Hillbillies?
8. How did we meet?
9. What's your philosophy on life and death?
10. If you could do anything with me, and have no one know, what would it be?
11. Do you trust the police?
12. Do you like musicals?
13. What is your fondest memory of me?
14. If you could change anything about yourself what would it be?
15. Would you cheat ?
16. What are you wearing?
17. Have you ever peed in a pool?
18. Would you hide evidence for me if I asked you to?
19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
20. Which do you prefer - short or long hair?
21. What's your favorite day of the week?
22. What's your favorite color?
23. If you could bring back anyone that has passed, who would it be?
24. Tell me one interesting/odd fact about you?
25. What was your first impression of me?
26. Have you ever done drugs?
27. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?

Missed Connection with the Pig Skin

2007-09-09T22:28:00.001-05:00

I'm obsessed with Craig's List. I know, it's been around a while, but I'm obsessed with Missed Connections. I read them in 4 different cities. I've posted two of them before--only to get really lame and sometimes creepy replies. I at times will read them a few times a day. Somehow I feel/hope that I'll have MC from someone someday...until then, I'll keep lurking.

I also really look forward to Post Secrets new posting on Sunday mornings. Today the first one was a post card with a football field and there was a message written like football plays that said "I Don't Get It." I read it and thought, "I don't either!" I watched the Steeler game today and as much as I tried, I just don't get football. I would like to because it's a sociable thing and to be totally honest, it makes a pretty quiet time for me. Plus, don't guys dig when chicks can watch a game and make the call? Maybe I'll get Football for Dummies.

New MC post??

MC with the Pig Skin
I just don't get you, Football. I want to but I always seem to confuse the receptions, interceptions and punt returns. Reply back if you want me to learn about you.

huh

2007-09-09T22:08:00.000-05:00

I'm sure I'm the only one in the world that is blogging about Britney now . I seriously cannot believe how horrible she was on the VMAs tonight. And, the song was actually not too bad.

The weekend is over. I wish I was one of those people that could go to bed early, but I'm not. I'm a standard 11-12 person. Not too bad, but to get up at 5 makes that an issue by Thursday.

I'm on the hunt for a new cell phone. I H A T E mine. My contract is up in December and I want to make sure I get one that A. works, B. holds a charge more than 20 minutes of talk time. I'm a slave to the car charger.

House hunt starts Tuesday again. I have 6-7 I sent to my realtor. I'm hoping something works out. The last time I went to look was so disappointing. Ugly, REALLY crooked and cat smell.

Love Serving 10

2007-09-05T22:17:00.000-05:00

When do you bounce the ball into some one's court and when should the serve be returned?

Is this why so many people are single into their 30's in this day and age?

Is chivalry dead?

I have had this conversation with my girl friends and guy friends.

Girls' consensus = Let the man make the move. If he is interested, he will make a move. You can respond, but he should be making the first effort.

Guys' consensus = Don't wait around. If you want to make a move, do it. Times have changed. Men like when a woman takes charge.

My consensus = I'm lost.

I have made the first move many, many, many times in the past. Has it worked out? Sometimes. Obviously not permanently, or I wouldn't be posing this question, but I have had some very successful relationships based upon my first move. I also have had some really bad rejections based upon it as well. The question I always have of myself, and maybe you join me as well is...

Is what I feel what I want to feel or what is actually occurring? Do I live in a fantasy world? I know I have done that in the past as well, but at times I have been correct. I will say in the past 5 years, more often wrong than right. So at this point, how do I trust my instinct and not cloud it with John Cusak movies?

Snail Mail

2007-08-27T22:02:00.000-05:00

I think Snail Mail should make a comeback. I'm just as guilty as the next, but really nothing is better than getting an old-fashioned, handwritten letter in the mail. When I was in grade school and even in high school my best friend and I used to send each other mail. Sometimes it was for no reason, often it was if we were having a "fight." We never really fought though--we were way too passive for that. I remember writing to her when her parents seperated. Her dad had moved out and she hadn't said anything. I wrote her a simple letter letting her know I knew what had happened, and in that one page...the air seemed to clear and the wall was knocked down. Why don't we send letters anymore to say what we really feel?

I bring this up because one of my friends just sent a letter. An actual letter. He met this guy in California, hit it off and has kept in rough touch with him. A few emails, some texts (still my favorite passive way of flirting,) an occasional phone call. After a weekend meet up, he sat down, wrote a letter and kind of let the boy have it: all his feelings on one (or two) pages. Sigh...if only we could do that all the time. I've typed plenty of emails, but I think the fact that you can delete, backspace, cut and paste makes it easy to edit feelings. Ink and paper is so, well, more permanent. Even with this blog I tend to edit. I should quit editing these entries. Spelling, grammar, typos, etc. Maybe then I'll get the candidness I feel these entries are missing. Maybe I should go back to journaling--onpaper in addition to online. An old typewriter...is that the answer? I don't know if I could even type on a manual typewriter anymore.

I'm looking for new links, topics, etc. If you're lurking...leave a comment. Maybe I'll write you a letter.

The Most Boring Post Ever

2007-08-26T21:12:00.000-05:00

I saw Superbad. Absolutely hysterical. I was actually a little embarrassed because I was laughing a so loud in the theater. I saw it last weekend and wouldn't mind seeing it again. The last time I remember seeing a movie more than once in the theater was Ghostbusters. Why we saw that over (and over) again in the theater is beyond me, but maybe it had to do with the fact that movies were $1.25. If you haven't seen it (Superbad, not Ghostbusters) please, please, please--GO!

Job is great...I couldn't be happier. I'm finally going to have some spare time not working 16 extra jobs. And I've been catching up on books and movies. I've been reeeeaaaalllly behind on movies.

Today I layed in bed all day and watched The Departed. I may have to buy this movie. Excellent. As we speak I'm watching The 40-Year-Old Virgin. It's so ridiculous, but I'm totally cracking up.

I'm still trying to get back into blogging. Every day on my commute to work I think of 100 ideas to blog about, and then I get home and can't remember shit. I really should jot these things down in the car.

This is possibly the most boring entry ever. I promise to write down the really cool ideas I have in the car.

The One: Is it worth it?

2007-08-16T21:08:00.001-05:00

In the slew of weddings I've been invited to this summer, I started to ask the question: "Do you really know when it's The One?"

When I asked the question the answers I started getting were all yes in words like

"I don't know. I just knew."

or

"It was weird. Different."

So...do you really just know? I'm not so sure. In the past I thought I knew it was The One. Well, really one or possibly two of them. There were a few that I was hoping was The One, but I think that was due to insecurity of losing a boyfriend and having to find a new one.

I don't know if it is love at first sight all the time. Sure, it can happen, but is it realistic? For everyone? I don't think for everyone. This brings me to my next question....

When is it worth pursuing?

I always question myself in relationships being that I don't have the best track record of success. I often think I'm old fashioned even stating that "I will not call/email/text first," yet inevitably I often do make the first move. In the past five years I've made many first moves, had them blow up in my face, and yet still put myself back into the line of fire. Why? Not sure. Sometimes I feel like if I don't make the first move, will they? I don't know. So how do you know when it's worth pursuing? Is it that same feeling of The One? Not that you have to think it's The One to make the first move (trust me I didn't feel like that the past five years.)

I don't want to disclose too much of the person as I'm not ready to do that (maybe the BrooklynJay Jinx Theory?) So, here I am again...making first moves. Why? Because I feel like it's worth it. Something inside of me is saying, "This is worth it. I don't know. I just know. It's weird. Different."

Maybe that's it? Trusting your self. Your instinct.

I'm not saying that this is The One...I still don't know if I buy that theory. But, I definitely feel it's worth it.

Why Is It When the Grass IS Greener....

2007-08-14T12:59:00.000-05:00

You just don't want to mow it.

Now, my lawn does need cut, but from a metaphorical point... I now have the perfect job, in the perfect place, so I can move to the perfect place. Why do I feel like the world is closing in? I've never thought of myself as a person that resists change - I most certainly never do and have had to change lots of things over the years. But, suddenly I'm feeling a sense of insecurity with all the new and am liking the comforts of at least my home. Plus, I just put this house together and it's difficult finding something (in my price range) that is so me. Ah, such is life.

On another note....I'm thinking of another tattoo. I've been kicking it around for four years now. I've done drastic dye jobs on my hair, style changes with my clothes, but I still have the itch. I'm looking for placement right now. I have a few ideas of what I want, but not sure where to put it. It will only be roughly 2 inches (small) and my foot is already occupied. Any ideas? I work in a profession that it really shouldn't be shown, so I need to be careful. I also don't want to put it in a place where say a rose would end up a rose bush after a while... Hmm. We'll see.

I'll have another interesting blog this evening hopefully. Going to update my links as well. I think some of those bloggers have died off. And, I'm looking for new stuff to read. I'll have to check my site meter to see who is lurking...maybe you'll end up a link.

Some Funnies

2007-08-11T06:46:00.000-05:00

I had a series of really funny events happen last night within a span of about 25 minutes.

1. Random Skills

After picking up the dog from my mother's house, I stopped at Walgreen's to pick up a birthday card. I left the dog in the car. He hates being alone in there, but I was going to be in the store about 2 minutes. I was about 5 steps from the door and I hear, "Beep. Beep. Beep-beep. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP."

The dog was honking the horn. Unbelievable. I started cracking up, went to the window and told him to stop. That's funny in itself that I was yelling at an animal to stop honking the horn.

I knew the guy at the checkout and told him how the dog was honking the horn. Apparently, the dog hadn't stopped because the checkout guy says, "Is that what that is? I thought there's an accident."

I go outside and sure enough, the dog is still honking the horn. Maybe he wanted some Pupperonis or something.?

2. Random Neighbor

Got home and took the dog for a walk. As I'm walking I see my 70ish neighbor walking, I mean stumbling, his dog (who constantly barks at mine.)

"Hi Frank. How are ya?"

"Fuckin' drunk. I drank too much, danced too much, and drank some more and someone drove my ass home."
(Dog barks...)
"Shut up you Son-of-a-Bitch or I'll kill ya."

"Ha. Uh, be careful. Have a good night!"

This is quite amusing as he is the neighborhood watch (nebnose) and normally pretty even keeled.

3. Random Text

So I sent a text to two of my friends. Same text, same time. Neither responded which I was really only surprised about the one. He always responds. So I checked the text to see if received. It was....but not by the original recepients. Yeah. See, about 8 months ago a guy I work(ed) with tried to fix me up with his brother who is just disgusting. Trying to be polite and answering, "We'll see," he asks me to put my number in his phone so "we can double date with you, me, my brother and my wife." I fumble trying to put the wrong number in and screw it up. Long short of it, he takes my phone, calls his. Now I have his number. I saved his as "YUCK" incase he called. I totally forgot about it and the number I was texting is just below that. Yeah...nice that he received a random text at 12:30 in the morning.

Everything happens for a reason??

2007-08-06T22:27:00.000-05:00

Everything in the past two weeks has been turned upside down....and for some reason, I'm not freaking out.
Started out with me losing my passport and not going on vacation (bad) From this point I took an impromtu trip to visit a friend (good) to grandma having emergency surgery (bad) to house being a wreck for remodeling (bad) to looking for new house in new location (good, but stressful) to not knowing when new job is starting (bad) to AC trip (good/bad--I didn't win!) to my sister springing her upcoming marriage in 2 weeks (good/stressful) to finding house (good) trying to come up with money (bad--that's never good, right?)

However....

Ever felt so happy you could just burst? I know that sounds stupid, but it's exactly how I feel right now. I've spent the past 5 years in a stuper. Not really a stuper, but a really tight coccoon. I don't regret any of it, but it's nice to take a breath of fresh air....

Like I said, I'm waking up...

Job: New, ideal, dream, exciting. I'll die there. Not literally....but I will retire there. (I won't disclose much of it...not the focus of the "new" TheGirlInTheCorner.)

Dwellings: New! (Soon) Put a bid on a house tonight. I'll be moving north now.

Health: Great. I'm swimming a lot, down 30 pounds and I just overall feel good.

Emotions: Great. I'm still a moody person, but I like to think that is charming. I definitely wear my heart on my sleeve.

Love: I'm smitten. I wasn't going to write about it, but I think I will (a little.) Ran into an old college friend a few weeks ago and hit it off pretty well. (It definitely makes me smile randomly.) It's just a little communication at this point, but I just have a good feeling about everything. I may keep you posted....

Money: A raise! Finally!! New job in new place = better money. About time!

Friends: Couldn't be luckier. I've kept a lot, made new and reconnected with old. What more can someone ask?

Like I said...I could just burst.

More later this week. I'm glad to see I can choke out the words now. It's been a long time...(yawn.)

Does everything happen for a reason?

Sleeping Beauty

2007-07-28T11:57:00.000-05:00

Sometimes the thing a girl needs is a really long nap. I've taken that nap from this blog and am going to wake it up. It's been too long. Well, I think.

A lot has happened since my last post. I've got a new job. I am moving. My hair is longer...

I'm still going to try to revamp it and delete some of the posts...not to "erase" what has been said, but to take away any ties to "me." That old People magazine article about blogs and jobs, etc made me gunshy.

Will be up and running soon....

This Is the End....Kinda

2006-11-28T23:22:00.000-05:00

This is the end of this blog. I've definitely grown out of it for a few different reasons...

1. I've been trying to post this for a few days and blogger keeps f-ing up.
2. Clearly I haven't been posting too much.
3. I have no anonymity with this blog and I feel like I need it to have better postings.

The origin of the blog of the girl in the corner was from a poem I started writing in highschool. It is somewhat like a story poem--autobiographical, of course.

That Girl In the Corner. You know the one,
That everyone knows, but no one notices.

I suppose I never really felt like someone that stood out. Though I was a pretty good student, stood out in athletics, had good friends and changed boyfriends like underwear, I never felt like people saw the inner me. I've stood in and out of the corner on occasion, but for the most part took my place in the corner. Content, but not convinced...

Some day she'll stand out, and she'll smile,
That Girl In the Corner. You know the one.

So I think this is the time to step out of the corner. I'll still be blogging. Soon...I have to sort some ideas out.

1. I will not be using this slow-ass blogger.
2. I will be posting more often and more honest. Apologies to those I offend--known and unknown--but, it's something I need to exercise in my writings.
3. I will need my anonymity. If you are a current reader and know me, please respect that. In other words, no names please.

I will begin blogging soon....if you are a reader (or lurker) and would like a link to it, please email me with the link from this blog and I'll email you the link as soon as it's up and running.

I've Grown Out of My Blog

2006-11-20T23:38:00.000-05:00

I feel like I've grown out of my blog. Not that I want to stop blogging, but I just haven't found the time and urge to do it. I think I need an extreme make-over with it. Maybe over Thanksgiving I can revamp and reinvent. I've done a lot of changing in since the birth of this and certainly since turing 30. Maybe getting older isn't so bad after all.

I'll be back. I promise.

Ghosts:Back to the Origin

2006-09-28T14:39:00.000-05:00

So I moved back home with my parents after a relationship crash and a stint in Richmond. I started noticing that my bedroom was seriously about 10 degrees colder than the rest of the house. (You all know that ghost presences give a cold air feeling.) Now the things that were happening were starting to be physical.
Sitting on an airplane on the way to Las Vegas I was a bit nervous. It was my first time to fly by myself after 9-11. I started getting a bit nervous. I always think when I'm on a plane alone, "If I go down, who will I say goodbye to?" and then all of a sudden I was shoved forward by a "push" on my right shoulder. I thought...hmm...guess I'm not alone.
The weird things would happen. The radio would change stations. I would still be hearing things. Then the only scary bad thing happened. I was sleeping in my (cold) room. I woke up in the middle of the night and felt like I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. I couldn't move either. I finally shut my eyes really tight and pushed up off the bed. I was scared shitless....so I did what any twenty-something would do. I closed my eyes really tight again and pulled the covers over my head.

Ghost: Alone..Carolannnnn

2006-09-26T22:45:00.000-05:00

Ghost: Alone...Carolannnn
So now I'm living alone and a little weirded out because I never did. My boyfriend was staying less often as the relationship deteriated so the apartment was a little more quiet. I started noticing things like picture frames face down, things moved. I even checked by slamming into the desk to see if anything fell....nada. When it came to the end of the lease and I was packing things up, I did a double check of the apartment. One light bulb was burned out of my chandelier. I packed up everything and decided I would take the light bulb out last to take with me to Wal-Mart. When I went for the light bulb, it was missing. I immediately ran from my apartment (not even locking it) and headed for the restaurant where I worked. Had a drink, mulled it over and decided to call my sister and tell her the story. I was staying at my BF's apartment because my apartment was packed. In talking to my sister I told her about the first time I saw a ghost. She remembered a story about an ex's mom having dinner across the street from the exact spot I saw my ghost. (Yes, it's mine.) She said she never paid much attention to it before but described exactly what I had seen. Getting creepy now?

I moved again to a new apartment and would hear all kinds of things. I was used to this by now, but new things happened. For instance, my sister came to stay with me. She brought her dog. She had flown the red-eye so I let her take a nap while I ran some errands and stuff. When I came back she said that she was napping and her dog started barking like crazy at the corner of the room. I knew what she was getting at.... The she said she just felt something. Something looking at her. And the dog just kept getting more and more upset. I almost rolled my eyes because I was like"See? I told you." I still don't think she was totally convinced. Then I told her how my TV (which was only 2-3 years old) kept going out and not working at all. I took it to a TV repair shop and they said they fixed it. (Which I later found out they gipped me on...) Anyway, it broke yet again. So my parents took it and sent it to a TV repair shop around them. They guy had it on for 30 days and it never blipped or anything. I was moving (yet again) and didn't need the TV. Plus, it wouldn't work for me. Consequently, 5 years later it is still playing in their bedroom. Can you hear the name...."Carolannnnn!!"

Ghost Moves

2006-09-26T22:21:00.000-05:00

Ghost Moves:

So I know every dorm from here to Oxford is haunted, right? Well...I don't think the dorm. So through the next dorm I lived in and then the first apartment house I would hear noises, etc. I would always attribute it to living in an old house. Then there was the rumors of the fraternity house down the street being haunted. Of course Doug and I had to stay up to wait for it to "appear." Well, that plan didn't exactly work for me. (See if Doug would like to contribute his story of when they did appear or resurrect his blog to tell it...) My roommates and I jokingly called our ghost "Grandma Galbreath" after our landlord. When I moved out of there, one of my roommates moved with me. Through the next place we still joked of Grandma Galbreath. The final place we lived together was where I really started noticing things. Mainly laughing noises and sometimes something out of the corner of my eye. I asked her one day if she ever saw/heard anything (to see if I was crazy.) She said she would hear things when she was drying her hair....which is where I saw/heard things. Nothing much, but still activity...

First "Sighting"

2006-09-26T22:16:00.000-05:00

First "Sighting":
I was a sophomore in college. My roommate had gone home for the weekend and one of my sorority sisters stayed in my room. We had stayed up a little to bullshit. I was in my my bed and my SS was in my roommate's. We talked a little more, shut off the TV and that was that. A few minutes later I heard my dorm room door open and saw the light come in from the hallway and shine in on the wall. Not uncommon a WC for a door to open late with someone looking to BS. I didn't turn to see who it was because I was tired, but heard papers rustling on the desk. Of course I got scared and shut my eyes really tight and pulled the covers over my head.

At breakfast the next morning I was discussing what happened and my SS chimed in before I could mention the details of the papers on the desk. She said she turned to see who it was and there was nothing. Not even the door open. We both asked around to see if any of the usual culprits had stopped in to BS...no one.

The other girls sitting with us lived directly below. The same situation happened to them except their door was locked. Weird, but not convincing, right?? Read on...

Ghosts: The Beginning

2006-09-26T21:54:00.000-05:00

So for the past 12 years of my life I've been plagued by a ghost. I know it sounds strange, but this is my interpretation of it. These are going to be long posts, so I'll try to break them up.
It's validating if you read them all as they seem to tie in together in the end...

The Beginning:
The first time I saw a ghost I was either 18 or 19. I was on a midnight drive...probably to either hide my smoking from my mom or listen and cry to the radio because of a boyfriend. Anyway as I was driving down one of the roads to go home, I turned the corner. I slammed on my breaks because what I thought I saw not a person or animal, but my first instinct -"Oh shit. I think that was a ghost." It was a whitish figure that was visible enough to make me slam on my breaks. Strange, but true.

Nip/Tuck *Spoiler

2006-09-26T21:51:00.000-05:00

Don't read this if you haven't watched it yet....

I think Nip/Tuck has finally crossed the line. The whole dog thing...yuck. Not so much what the woman did with the dog, but the guy rolling the dead dog on the table. Yet, I haven't shut it off yet.

Repost and Up and Running

2006-09-25T22:03:00.000-05:00

I'm up and running.....let's just say I love wireless.

I know I need to write about the ghost stories...tomorrow. Today, I'm beat.

I was reading through my old posts...

this is me a year ago
this is me two years ago...

Where am I now? Good question....but I think it's a good place.

Eat My Wake

2006-09-17T17:40:00.000-05:00

I miss this....I just am running out of time. I actually considered ending my blog. But, then I thought...wait. I just know everyone wants to hear what I have to say, right? Actually I could care less...though I do enjoy being creative with my stories.

So I did it. I competed in my first official swim meet in almost 13 years. And...I kicked ass! I The main event I was nervous for was the 200 yard freestyle. I submitted a time after I sat down and did the math of "well, in practice I can hold a 50 on :45, so I should be able to do..." I sent in a 2:45. (For those of you who don't understand swimming, sorry.) Anyway, sitting at the meet and after my warm up I noticed my mathematical error of 15 seconds. Shit. I'm totally going to look like an asshole if I don't come close to this time. Cute 35 year old guy (benefit to swim team for adults...cute guys!) will see me choke and shit. What did I finish?? 2:46. Go Girl!

There were people all the way to 87 years old. Unreal. One older man did have a women's suit on. Fo' real. Swimming has taken on a trend of full-body suits. Now, not that you need one at a master's league...I really only saw one or two people that deemed a $100-250 suit. But, these adults apparently have the money to blow on them. Anyway...the "Tranny" in the suit swam against me in the 25 free. I look next to me and he was right on my ass. I thought, "he-ell no is he going to beat me." Though he did have a full foot on me, I beat him. (And, took a pic of him in his suit.)

Needless to say, today was successful, but more imporatantly it was fun. I really enjoyed the competition. I'm looking forward to the next Olympics. heheheh.

Still no internet. I promise to get up this week. It's setting me crazy. I need to get back to my house and tend to the dog who has now taken up pulling the curtains out from around the back of the couch making a nice little tent area for him to look out the window. Especially funny when he has 2-3 toys stuffed between the window and the couch. He looks like he's stuck in one of those claw machines.

More updates soon.

AC and a Brief Sighting....of Me.

2006-08-19T23:39:00.000-05:00

It's been years, huh? Miss me?

Me, too.

While I have so much to update, discuss and tell...

This won't be too long as I need to go to bed. Getting up early tomorrow to go to Atlantic City. I'm so excited because I've never been there before. I know it's not much, but it's also the ONLY vacation I've been on this summer. We're heading out for my mom's 60th birthday. Mom, Dad, Sister, Sister's Fiancee, Me. Yes, me. Solo. Oh well....at least I have some cash to gamble.
And, I'm totally thinking of the SATC episode. I'm feeling Charlotte this trip. No (really) slutty clothes--just kidding. But, a little sass attitude and well...just plain sass and fun.

I do want to do the AC boardwalk things like get my palm read. You know my love of the paranormal. And, speaking of paranormal...
I do think my house has "stuff" in it. So I blessed it with holy water. My church-chant-mantra:

"Funny things are fine. Just don't scare the shit out of me."

Probably slightly sacrireligious, but it works for me. The dog has sinced calmed down and I haven't had too much happen. Keys missing for two days that ended up on the kitchen floor in plain sight, footsteps from the basement (no shit, really) and just some eerie feelings.

Okay...I'm off to bed. Wish me luck. Maybe I'll end up like that little old lady a while ago who hit the million on the nickel slots. A girl can dream, right?

Hiatus, kinda

2006-08-01T16:00:00.000-05:00

Posts will be sporadic for a while.

No internet connection in the new house as yet. I'm still holding out that I will get a new job, so I'm not putting in a phone line yet.

Neville still doesn't like it, but I'm doing what a good dog-mommy would do: leaving him there alone for bits at a time instead of dropping him off at my parents' house while I'm out and about. What do I want to do?? Not pull him out of the home he's grown to love. Tough love it is, though. Hopefully....I'll actually start to get some sleep.

Have a good post about the past week...visiting with old friends, making new...as soon as I get some time, I will try. I think there is wireless at one of the coffee shops in town.

Very Funny In a Weird Way..

2006-07-27T07:00:00.000-05:00

I received this email from my sister this morning with this link.

"Very funny in a weird way"

My Spaces and The Things Going On Around Them

2006-07-26T12:19:00.000-05:00

Mini-Updates

Home:
Neville and I stayed at our new house last night. We walked this morning. Being that he's sleeping like a rock right now, he got as much sleep as I did. I believe I was up at 1:30, 3:30, 5:00 and then finally 5:45. Hmmph. I suppose he'll get used to it. I really don't see how he doesn't love my ultra plush, pillow top mattress. It's sooooo comfy!

Health:
Went to the doctor today. On the was down I listened to a new CD I bought. The Essential Michael Jackson. I highly recommend it. I was cracking up as I was driving in my mom's convertible (she's out of town so I get to play) and jamming to Rock With You. I know he's a freak, but you can't knock the music.
Also at the doctor I was asked if I was using "protection." I answered "no" and then suddenly felt irresponsible. So I had a Bridget Jones' moment where I fumbled over my words and in an elevated tone blurted, "Well...d-don't need anything at this point in my life!" It was all not to have an elbow to the ribs to the nurse and a "hardy-har" come out. I definitely needed a British accent, too. *I'm not irresponsible, I'm just a lame-ass, singleton.

Social:
On the way home I stopped at Sheetz to get something to drink. I never drink or eat anything before the doctor as the scale looms. (Turns out I'm 9 pounds thinnner than last year!) Anyway...as I was on my way to my car some old bitch was pulling into a parking space. Now I had seen her already attempt to pull in once. I wasn't going to wait around to watch her park when I could easily hop in my car and pull away and leave my space empty (because the other three empty spaces on the other side of her were making it difficult for her to pull her VAN in the spot. Now. Those of you familiar with Sheetz -and I'm sure other convenience stores- note that there's a sign that says "NO VANS OR TRUCKS. CARS ONLY." Apparently the BlueBlocker didn't see the sign. She did manage to rasp at me through the glass because I walked into her space (the she wasn't even remotely pulled into yet) and mouth out some old people words obscenity style. What did I do? I stared the bitch down. I was ready to snap right back at her crotchety ass. Especially reminding her that the sign says "NO VANS OR TRUCKS. CARS ONLY." But...I think the stare scared her. Or, at least I'd like to think so. I know...lame to want to fight with an old woman, but the other day another one parked in TWO spaces and left me without a spot. Yes. Current hate: People who can't park.

Love:
Speaking of MySpace. I keep getting an email from a certain person on there. I ignored the 1st. The 2nd. And now the 3rd. Um, if I didn't email you back, it's because I don't want to. Repeated emails don't normally change my mind. Plus...I know this guy. Haven't talked to him for over 12-15 years...but I know him. He used to call a bunch of my girlfriends when I was in highschool and he was a bit older. 5 years (that's a big deal in hs, ya know.) Anyway...if you've Googled me and are reading this, then at least acknowledge that you remember who I am in an email. I am female. I have a memory like an elephant. *And I've been busted on Google before (ahem, Buckner...where is that ol' chap anyway??)
Better love connection news....well, no connection, but I caught the eye of someone the other day. I was at our championship swim meet on Saturday and there he was. Clad in white with whistle around his neck. The Official. Ah. I noticed him from afar, but when I got closer. He noticed me. I''m not being cocky, but he kept staring at me and made some silly joke about one of the other officials leaving for a "tobacco break." It was like he was me having a Bridget Jones. Except he's a boy, so I guess he had a Mark Darcy. We kept exchanging glances throughout the meet. I talked big about dropping my number in his pocket to one of the other coaches. But as usual...I'm all talk. No game. So if you're out there hot-official-with-the-dark-hair-dreamy-eyes-and-cute-smile, hopefully I'll catch you at another meet...or sooner. The only worry...that he's a college boy. We were at IUP. For some reason, I just can't judge age anymore.

Words:
I feel like my postings are becoming a little bolder in the sense that I'm not holding back as much, though there is a ton behind the brick wall I'm trying to climb in my writing. My main concern is...strike that....used to be losing a potential job because of this. However, being I haven't hear much on the job front, I think the stars are fucking that up all by demselves.

I'm almost done with Da Vinci. I know...it's taken all summer to read, but I've been tooooooooo busy to sit down with it. I will read it again when I have a weekend to myself. I will say it's excellent.

A Rolling Stone Gathers....

2006-07-25T09:11:00.000-05:00

Better mood today. Not much, but I'm not on the verge of tears. Lesterhead and Terible had some good questions and advice.

Do we always do what we want, or do what we need? Now, isn't' Mick Jagger ringing your ears right now...You can't always get what you want, you get what you need...

How does that work then? Not that I don't ever do what I want, but I usually do what's safe and sensible. I haven't moved in 4 years out of the 'rents house because it didn't make sense. No sense to pay unnecessary rent when the town is 2 miles long and I wasn't in a position to buy a house. But, now...I've bought a house in a town I don't want to live in. Why? It's a good investment. I know I'll make money on the resale. What scares me the most? Is that I'll get stuck here. The permanence of owning a house. Permanent. Forever. Solid.

Is it mathematical then?

Doing what we want = getting what we need.
Doing what we need = getting what we don't want.
Doing what we don't want = ?????????

Sign of the Zodiac Speaking...

2006-07-23T22:26:00.000-05:00

Where has the summer gone? I know it's not over, but I feel like I've not had a summer. I took a nap today for the first time in at least a month. It was pretty good, but not as relaxing as I wished it would have been. I woke up feeling guilty that I should have been putting my cabinet doors on or unpacking a box or something. As much as I have been wanting to move, I think my subconscious isn't ready. Not sure why, but something's weighing heavy. Neville sure isn't ready to move. We stayed the other night and he kept me up all night. I brought him over when I was doing yard work and he literally barked for 4 hours. I think he was saying something like, "what have you done to get us kicked out?" And I wanted to answer him, "I'm not sure, but it sucks."

So to answer your comment, Cags...30 is somewhat uneventful and burdensome. Not that I expected some huge revelation...okay, so maybe I did expect a life-changing event. That's my nature. My head-in-the-clouds, optimistic view that makes me the chipper person that I always am (scoff) usually leaves me let down. I have top expectations and then reality sets in and I'm disappointed. Maybe it's the moon, maybe it's the time or maybe it's just me, but I feel very unsettled at this point. I'm one of those people that thinks that everything happens for a reason., but I haven't quite seen a reason for the way things have fallen. It's not what I've chosen, but what's been decided by default. In a nuthell...I hate my town, job, dating status and social life at this point. And for those of you saying it could be worse..."be happy you have a job and a place to live"...a big fat raspberry to you. It's my pity party right now. Don't spoil it with your objective point of view.

Needless to say this isn't my night. Or week. My oven doesn't work, my dog hates my new house, I don't have a new job, and I'm still stuck in this shithole county: alone and dateless none the less. I'd really like to go to bed, wake up in 1998 and start all over again. At least 1999 or 2003.

Damn, am I Crabby.

We're here to PUMP, YOU UP!

2006-07-12T22:39:00.000-05:00

(My boyfriend in grade school gave this to me...'wonder if it's still in the basement somewhere?)

Started weight training for the first time -seriously- since about 1993. Yikes. I'm not too sore, so I know I'm not overdoing it. Trying to get in shape to join the Master's swim league. (Swim team for adults if you will...) I've been saying I wanted to do it for the past two years. I checked out some of the meet results and I won't come in last...so I'm willing to join. Plus...if I put the right amount of training in, by October (I think the first meet is sometime around there) I should be pretty well off.

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I promise to get pictures of before/after of my new house up. But, I need to resized them or not be a cheapass and upgrade on flickr. Any suggestions besides Adobe Photoshop?

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by the way....thanks for all the help on revamping my blog! (scoff)

Can Someone Help Me?

2006-07-06T19:29:00.000-05:00

Help...on three things.

1. I'm a tech retard. I have had my Bluetooth thingy since February and I can't figure out how to hook it up. It's pretty much supposed to do it on it's own, but I can't even figure that out. I should head on to Verizon and have the hot little tech guy help me. He's got tattoos and such which is not usually my type, but looks dapper in his uniform. Hmm....

2. This blog needs some work. Like I said, I'm not savvy on the tech side, but I can (usually) follow directions. It looks boring. All I could come up with on my links section is "Totally Readable" which is totally lame sounding. Basically I feel like my blog should be on 10 Years Younger or What Not To Wear. It's not awful, but need some aesthetic updating.

3. This blog may be borderline boring, too. I need more interactive topics. But, then again...I need readers to contribute. So, if you're lurking...holla out and suggest some topics. Regulars...you're comments are always welcome and most respected.

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This isn't really help, but kinda funny. Every morning a few of the girls get out and walk 5-6 miles. (We're teachers so we're not doing much else in the summer.) Anyway...we've (I've) been semi-stalking a certain gent on our walk. He drives past the same time everyday...between 7:55-8:00 AM. He's not from this shithole as his Virginia plates on his Toureg (ahh...hear the angels sing on my dream car) indicate. Well, now we know where he lives as one of the girls was driving behind him on his way home to his apartment. (AND! It's near my new house!)

Okay...so this may not be funny anymore, but possibly borderline Bundy. It's not like we're peeking in his windows...

So now we know where Toureg lives and the route he drives.

My guess is that he works at Nemacolin Resort somewhere as that's pretty much all that's left to go with the direction he's traveling. I keep saying that I'm going to wave to him ('cause you know...we both drive VW's so we have that thing going on) but I haven't done it yet. So I'll give him a shout out on here in case he's cyber-stalking-googling hot girl who walks every morning in Uniontown, PA.

If you catch this, Toureg guy...give a beep and I'll wave. If you're wondering about me, I'm single, have a job, own a house and have good credit. We'll go from there.

And to keep my self amused and all of you if you care...I'll try to post the Toureg Report.

After 30

2006-07-05T22:17:00.000-05:00

It's not as bad as I thought....30.

It might just give me the edge I've been needing (or at least the excuse to be a bigger bitch then I already am.)

"What? Uh, no. I don't want to. Why?? Because I don't."

"It's because she's thirty. If she were in her 20's she would say yes."

I will say I almost threw down with Rainman (yes...I ran into him again on the 4th.) I tried to ignore him most of the night, but he was egging me on by being super fucking annoying. What gets me is...why is anyone friends with him? I know why. Because we all have that one friend who annoys the living shit out of us, yet we keep them around. (Wondering if you're that person, eh?)
Anyway...I couldn't take it anymore. So, I pulled the Bully Handbook out of my teacher mind and gave him the

"Quit harassing me. It's my birthday, you can't do that on my birthday." (That was my nice attempt to tell him to shut the F up.)

"I can do anything I want." (Are you kidding me?)

"Uh, no you can't."

Some random banter and yet AGAIN, the douchebag says something to me to which I so maturely replied...

"Christ. You're worse than a woman!"

Score: One point for 30-year old GITC. Heh. Take that Corky.

(Other than being harassed randomly,) my birthday was pretty good. Funny enough I was asleep by 11:30? I just can't hang anymore. More celebrations will be on Friday. Unlike me, the majority of my friends work the day after the 4th. Damn does that suck.

Got a pedicure today. I like the girl that does my nails. She's very sweet. She does want to talk all the time...and I don't really want to. That's kinda like my time to not talk and be pampered. Like when I get my hair done, I love when she puts me under the dryer for color. I can read a magazine and not be interrupted. I feel bad as well because her broken English is a bitch to understand and add that to the hum and clatter of all the water, nail machines and music...I end up saying, "Hmm? What's that?" about six thousand times. She does a bang up job, though. Girls Love Pink is now on my toes. I still want that job at OPI naming nail polish.

30

2006-07-04T07:13:00.000-05:00

Thirty.

30.

Treinta.

Thirty is:

The number of days in the months April, June, September and November (and in unusual circumstances February - see February 30).

The total number of major and minor keys in Western tonal music, including enharmonic equivalents.

In years of marriage, the pearl wedding anniversary.

The duration of the Thirty Years' War.

Used to indicate the end of a wire service story. (Possibly a corruption of German fertig -
"finished, ready" or in journalistic context "end of story"?)

The code for international direct dial phone calls to Greece.

The house number of 30 St Mary Axe (The Gherkin)

The designation of Interstate 30, a freeway that runs from Texas to Arkansas.

The designation of U.S. Route 30, a highway that runs from Oregon to New Jersey.

Various other routes have been numbered "30"; for example, New York State Route 30 which runs from the Pennsylvania border to the Canadian border.

The designation of E30, the European route from Cork to Samara.

The number of tracks on The Beatles' eponymous album, usually known as The White Album.

Part of the name of:
Thirty odd foot of grunts, the band fronted by actor Russell Crowe

In the title of the movie 13 Going on 30, starring Jennifer Garner.

In the title of the Food Network show 30 Minute Meals.

The number of cars in the Nintendo 64 game F-Zero X.

Historical years: 30 A.D., 30 B.C., or 1930
-30-, a motion picture about work in a Los Angeles newspaper, starring Jack Webb and William Conrad

Also a stage in young adulthood.

The number that New York Rangers goalie Henrik Lundqvist wears in the NHL. Lundqvist wore
35 in Sweden, but since number 35 is retired by the Rangers for former goalie Mike Richter, he chose 30 instead.

From...Wikipedia...

Moving On Up....

2006-07-03T09:32:00.000-05:00

I moved this weekend. Backed up from June 1st, it was July 1st. I still have more things to move (clothing, pictures, etc...) but I want to downsize. I don't need to move that same box of junk I haven't been looking at for the past few years. I'll be tackling that stuff today and off to Goodwill I go.
Thanks to Danni and MaryAnn...I wouldn't have been able to move everything without you.

One thing...I'm so embarrassed...I have about 75 different glasses. White wine, red wine, champagne, water, martini, milk, blah, blah... It's a serious obsession. I will say this. You will always have the correct glass to drink out of at my house. (And I just remember these tumblers that I know I didn't move so it must mean they're hiding somewhere.)

Once I get my window treatments up and the thermostat set up, I'll be able to stay. The rents are away right now, so I don't feel like I'm being forced out (this week.)

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Saw The Devil Wears Prada this weekend. Very good. I didn't read the book. Not sure why, I just think I didn't get around to it. Lesterhead and I agree with the review of the clothes and fun movie. Go see it. Worth it.

Also rented The Family Stone. Cute. Not fabulous and a little far fetched, but cute. SJP was good, but I think she needs to play a villian or something like Jennifer Aniston did in The Good Girl to jump out of the type-cast role. She reminded me of Carrie with the Russian. Maybe a crazed murderer part would be good for her.

One. Day. Left.....of 29. Hmmph. Thanks to Jay for my 30th birthday/new house gift. I love it!

More cleaning out to do...I swear this never ends.

It's been...

2006-06-29T22:22:00.000-05:00

So my shitty-ass week (which has -unfortunately- not come to an end) has stumbled me upon this post. Ah, Lesterhead....you always seem to say the right thing at the right time.

20 Years Ago I...was awaiting to turn double digits, spending my summer at the local pool, getting up at 8 for swim team practice, watching Nanny and Professor every morning.

10 Years Ago I...was spending my days working day care for 6 weeks, smoking cigarettes every night at Denny's or Eat n' Park each night, being singel after 2 1/2 year relationship, not wanting to live in Fayette County.

6 Years Ago I...living in Volant, had just opened my consignment shop and was contimplating closing it, dating an asshole, living in a shitty apartment, planning a vacation to Pennsacola, heading into the last year of my grad school classes.

3 Years Ago, I...was living in Fayette County, hating it, teaching ESL to a Chinese boy, laying out at the pool, dreading my 27th birthday, had experience Mardi Gras, hoping for a new job, wondering why the hell I had to move home with my parents, trying to get my "self" back.

1 Year Ago, I...hassling with Match.com, hoping for a new job, laying out at the pool, awaiting my vacation to the Dominican Republic, loving my new dog.

So far this year, I...completed my second year in my school that is super rough (and survived) coached my first year of middle school and varsity swimming, placed 11th in the WPIAL in swimming with my team and went to states, celebrated Mardi Gras a 4th time, started swimming (seriously) again, really got my "self" back, bought a house, and bought some great furniture!

Yesterday, I...walked 5.5 miles, worked my ass off in my house, took my dog to the Emergency vet, cried myself to sleep.

Today, I...went to Lowe's, worked in my house, walked 3 or 4 miles with my dog, went to practice, moved some furniture into my new house, drank wine, watched The Notebook.

Tomorrow, I will...walk 5.5. miles, have coffee with friends, paint my kitchen, move some furniture, go to practice, drink some wine, pack some things.

In the next year, I will...have a new job and live in another new place (power of positive thinking)

In the next minute, I will...drink more wine, cry a little, dream about my new life this year.

I Hate German Shepherds

2006-06-29T10:34:00.000-05:00

As if this week couldn't get any busier or any worse between fighting the painters, finding the the garbage men, paying the contractor....

Neville gets attacked by a German Shepherd.

I'm so pissed, upset, flaming-fucking mad. This dog was NOT on a leash. The only good thing about it was that my dad was walking him. He had to kick the dog about 15 times before the dog would leave. Had it been me walking the dog....well, I don't even want to think about what would have happened.

The German Shepard is an asshole. Every time I walk past the house on our walks, the dog comes flying at the fence. The neighbor was watching it yesterday... I hope they euthanize it.

This adds to one more reason I don't like big dogs. People don't know how to raise them. They get them as these status symbols and "guard" dogs. My best friend had a German Shepherd growing up that was very gentle. Unfortunately, not everyone pays attention to their dogs like she did.

Poor Neville. Two staples, antibiotics, pain killers and a trip to the Emergency Vet ($184 that the owner will be paying) he's doing well. A little shaken and scared, but he's a tough little guy.

Chandelier

2006-06-21T20:08:00.000-05:00

My "new" chandelier....thanks to Danni.

Cleaned and painted....Voila!

13 Days and Looming...

2006-06-20T23:31:00.000-05:00

13 days....and looming.

T H I R T Y

I thought at 24, 25 and 26 my major breakdowns during my birthday were due to my less than sub-par boyfriend. Well, maybe they were partly due. Partly because I was disgusted where I was in my life. Crappy job, no "home" and shitty fucking relationship. Well now I have a decent job (not ideal as far as geography and pay, but it's better than slinging beer and muchies for tips,) I just bought a house, a great dog and no relationship --which is slightly better than the sub-par previous dickhead. Why do I still feel like my life is in a downward spiral? I know it's not that bad...but I hate getting older. The question is why?

I don't think I look older. But, my sense could be warped. I also have the opposite of anorexia. I look in the mirror and think I look pretty good, but then I get a picture back and I'm like shit. I look like shit. So, I might be some haggard wench, however I think I still look 22.

I was reading People magazine last night and the issue was of eligible bachelors. Taylor Hicks was in there. Something about him...sexy! And, he attributes his entertainment life to the Flora-Bama. Hello?? That's one of my favorite places. Taylor....People says your looking for a girl who can entertain herself because of your busy schedule, well here I am. Drop this Girl In the Corner an email, Bud.

I'm sure there will be some more random bitch posts from me.

*On a happy note....my sister is engaged!

Dogsitting

2006-06-17T21:27:00.000-05:00

I'm dogsitting for a week. Yes, what a girl will do for money. Not too bad...the dogs are cute, but crazy. I've been up every day at 4 AM: because they want to PLAY!!

More blogging later. Check out the new banner I'm attaching. I know it's lame that a celebrity can't afford to pay the mortgage, but I love Saved By The Bell.

Poison Ivy

2006-06-12T20:46:00.000-05:00

And to boot....I have POISON IVY!

I've never had poison ivy in my life. One of the kids at swimteam practice (I'm nuts and decided to coach summer league) has it and I didn't even touch him! Shit. Any ways to get rid of it?

Frankly, I don't give a damn

2006-06-12T12:55:00.000-05:00

House is coming along. Had some problems with the drywall finishing...arg! But, they're being fixed (by someone new) and soon to be painted. Carpet will follow and voila! I'll be able to move in. I'm going to say 2 weeks?

Had a funny Friday out. Weird, but somewhat amusing. Went out for my friends' birthdays on Friday night. A friend of a friend was out among us. Very bizarre guy. Like, um, really weird. And...obnoxious. So jokes were being told. Stupid ones, yada, yada. So this weird guy tells some joke that I can't even repeat because I truly did not get it (way too academic...I think you needed to be a Rhodes scholar to get it.) Anyway, everyone just kinda looked. Now, I was a bit on the frank side that night for some reason. So I say, "What's that mild for of autism called?" Now...I know it's not nice to make fun of people, but I simply was aiming at the fact that none of us knew the history lesson within the joke he told. All of a sudden the weird guy says, "My shrink tried to diagnose me with Asperger's last year!" Hmmm...."Oh. Well, uh sorry...?" He then starts ranting how that isn't what he has and he's not dumb. "I wasn't saying you were dumb, just that you have to be a Rhodes scholar to understand that lame ass joke." Now I'm annoyed and laughing because my drunk friend Danni is repeating "Ass Burgers."
Being that I teach a lot of kids with learning disabilities among the 1000's of emotional problems they have I start to think. Wait a minute...you don't know you have that? You just have it. Whatever...I can tell you what was wrong with him. Being that he was terribly effeminate and flirting with the (gay) owner of the bar...I think he needed a good old fashioned coming out party. I know I sound harsh at this point, but if you would have witnessed his pretention in mentioning every wonderful great thing he had done, tasted, experienced, spoken and farted, you would understand. He didn't proclaim these things to the group, he just told one person next to him - LOUDLY. Nothing I hate worse than attention seeking pretentious people who claim to have mental disorders. Those of you who know me...you know who I'm talking about. Needless to say Rainman and I didn't hit it off too well. Nor did he hit it off with my other friend Mara as he screamed "FUCK YOU" across the intimate setting we were lounging in when she claimed she liked cheese dip. Pop a quaalude buddy and wear you rainbow. There's my shrink advice...free of charge.

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I think I may have been a little too frank on Friday, (frankly I don't give a damn) but I'm a little irritated lately. Not with anyone, but with time. 22 days until I turn 30 and I'm not handling it well. I did not have a good time with 24, 25, 26. My 27th was okay. 28th..eehh. 29 I just gave up. I don't know what I'm looking for in my 30th, but I'm hoping some revelation comes up, some opportunity, something different....something!

My Space(s)

2006-06-07T07:28:00.000-05:00

My Space...

Anyone on it? I feel rather behind the times that I'm not on MySpace. Though I also find all the contraversy about it amusing. Parents seem to think MySpace is The DEVIL (no pun to yesterday's 6-6-06 reference.) I think that these types of sites could be dangerous...just as any activity kids are involved in could be. It's called parenting. Maybe I don't have a clue because I don't have kids, but how about monitoring what your kids are doing? Don't keep a computer in the bedroom...don't let your kids sit on the computer (high-tech babysitting)...letting your kids know it's not okay to take naked pictures of yourself and display them on the net. I feel like I have some clue on parenting being that I parent 20-25 kids 9 months out of the year. Okay...enough ranting. Let's talk more about MySpace.

Should I be on MySpace? Can everyone see you on MySpace? I don't know that I want that as I'm not sure I want students/employers reading about me.

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Now onto "my space." I'm picking out carpet today. I also need to look for light fixtures. That's something I so do not want to spend a lot of money on. I'm going to hit the clearance section of Lowe's and Home Depot. I did find two lamps at Value City that are really cute and only $20 a piece.

I promise to have more interesting topics to write about. Any suggestions?

I (Heart) Boyfriends

2006-05-29T22:25:00.000-05:00

Oh my....so busy. I can't believe I haven't updated since the 18th. What's new? Not much. A whole lot. The house is coming along great. I should be moved in a couple weeks. I'm looking forward to school being out and getting moved and organized in a new place.

I could bore with the details of the past 10 days, but I won't. What I will excite (bore) you with are some things I've been thinking about lately.

I miss having a boyfriend. The past 4 years I've been in and out of that feeling. More out than anything. It was easy because most of my friends didn't have significant others. Well, seems one by one they are acquiring their beaus and now I'm starting to be reminded of how nice it was to have one. Believe it or not, I did have a couple decent boyfriends. I've been having dreams about them lately, too. Friends and family keep asking me if I'm going to do online dating again. The answer: not now and most likely never again. I just hated it. I dreaded looking at my email. I picked apart every profile that winked at me (which wasn't difficult with most of them.) There were some decent options, but I hated the whole anxiety of it. What makes me reconsider doing it again is that a few of my friends have found some pretty awesome guys, though I'm still not convinced to try it again.

Turning 30 in about a month. Ugh. I'm getting that birthday anxiety I had at 25. I don't know what I'm doing for my birthday this year. I'm throwing a "White Trash" party the weekend after, but I hope I have something fun to do. If you're looking to get me a gift....something over 6 feet with an XY chromosome is preferred. (See above paragraph) Trouble finding that?? Then something bubbly and consumable is an okay swap.

I'm done complaining for now...I'm sure there will be a lot more building up to the dreadful day in July.

Mini-Cap

2006-05-18T21:09:00.000-05:00

So I wish I knew where FES was from. That 70's show is over. Great ending. I'm happy Donna and Eric are together....and how appropriate that they went off into the 80's. Had Fox been smart, this is when they would have started The 80's Show.

Will and Grace...great ending. It wasn't as sad as Friends, but I liked it.

For some reason I just thought of Saved By the Bell....Dan I hope you're reading this because I'm thinking of your SBTB song...

Home Owner

2006-05-18T11:45:00.000-05:00

It's official.

I'm a home owner.

Moving date is the first week of June.

In 2036...the whole place will be mine.

The End of TV

2006-05-18T08:50:00.000-05:00

I'm running out of TV shows. Will and Grace is over tonight. That 70's Show is over tonight.

First 90210, then Friends, now Will and Grace. I haven't found a show to replace them. I didn't jump on the Desperate Housewives wagon and I was too busy to watch Lost when it first began and now am too far behind (unless I rent the DVDs this summer.) 90210 and Party of Five was such a good night. In college the girls would get together that night and watch the shows.

Where are those shows now?

I dig the reality shows, but their seasons aren't like prime time TV night. I was hoping the new Teachers show would have been good, but it was lame.

Maybe I should just start reading more....

(or just watch Sex and the City DVDs!)

Dreams...

2006-05-14T22:11:00.000-05:00

Have you seen The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants? It's adorable. I watched it yesterday and cried like a baby. In fact, I've been in that emotional mood. Not sure if it's the moon or just overload of things to do...house, end of school year, moving, money, change? If you want a cute movie to watch, see it.

I always have the funkiest dreams. Most of you can attest to my everlasting explanation of them. But, my dreams are always soooo vivid. One reoccurring theme are people that I've never seen before. In any interaction there is usually a person I've never seen before. I have a memory like an elephant and almost never forget a face. Names...that that's another story. I can forget a name within seconds of hearing it. (It's that "Nice to meet you " that I never remember to do.) But faces....never forget. Anyways...I have a lot of dreams about people I don't know, never met, never have seen. Only once have I had a dream and actually seen the person. It was when I was living in Richmond. I had a dream I was dating this guy. I was following up the steps (in a house I've never been in) and couldn't understand anything he was saying to me. Whether I couldn't hear him or understand, I don't remember. The next week my friend and I were out to dinner and I saw him. He was sitting with another guy and they were speaking in a foreign language (Russian or something.) Weird. So last night I had a dream about "my boyfriend." At least he was in my dream. Cutey pahtutey I must add. I was staying at his apartment and slept on his couch while he sat up awake next to me. When I got up to shower in the morning I had to wear a bathing suit because his apartment building shared a shower room. There were copper tubs and dressers everywhere. Someone stole my shampoo (which was half full) and my body lotion (which had snowmen on it.) I was pretty upset because someone took my things, but couldn't understand because they weren't even new or nice things. Again, weird. So when I woke up I kept (and keep) remembering his face just in case I might meet him.

Does anyone else have this vivid of dreams?

House of Cards

2006-05-08T21:31:00.000-05:00

So it's official. (Almost) I close on my house on the 18th of May. I met with my (personal) handy-man remodeling guy tonight. I'm invisioning Flip this House. Basically I'm totally redoing the house. Pics will be posted soon on the progress...

This weekend was fun. Derby party on Saturday though we're all a bunch of poops. Everyone was asleep by 11:30. Not as young as we used to be. Bet on the Derby...lost. Played poker...lost. All in all I still had a great time. Sunday the girls went to Gypsy, ate, drank and got our readings. My reading was great. Looks like new job will be here just in time for the fall, house will "flip" and I will finally-finally-be moving. Oh yeah....I think there is a man in there somewhere, too. *wink*

Now you may ask why I believe the readings. Why? Well, because they're usually pretty on. Rebecca has been reading my cards for over a year now roughly once a month or so. It's $15 for 15 minutes of clairity and soul sorting. Shouldn't you turn to Jesus for that? Probably...and I do pray each night before bed. And, this is probably less than I'd pay with co-payment to a therapist and quite frankly...I like her. She's personable and doesn't feed me a line of shit. I haven't always been thrilled about my readings. It's not always what I want to hear...trust me. I've been waiting for the "the man of your dreams is going to walk in to your living room tomorrow" line for about 12 years (date of my first card reading.) I'll take the "looks like towards the end of October" I got last night. I'm just happy it's in sight. She also told me I need to let happen, happen. Quit looking at the signs and thinking, "Oh shit. When's it all going to come crashing down?" So I've taken if out of my statements and am going to try to go with the flow. Here goes, right?

I Must Have Been a Dog

2006-04-30T21:06:00.000-05:00

So I must have been a dog in college.
Just this past weekend I ran into two people I haven't seen since college and they complimented me like I had been on Extreme Makeover. The compliments were much appreciated, but one even went as far as calling a mutual friend and telling her. Also, I was "cat-called" at a baseball game (though I started to consider it heckling at one point.) I don't think I've done much different lately, but apparently I have because I don't normally have these instances. Looking back though, I don't think that I was a dog, but I certainly wasn't groomed for the AKC show.

10 reasons I was a dog in college...
1. Baseball caps. Quick fix and at the time I thought they were cute like Tomboy cute. (I always have been a girlie-girl. This bitch has never, I repeat never left the house without mascara and some lip gloss.)

2. Sweatshirts/t-shirt. Yeah...I don't think the oversized sweatshirts and beer tees in men's sizes did a whole lot for the figure. Not that the beer gut I acquired was flattering either, but I'm sure it wasn't great.

3. Bad perm. Yikes! I did get a perm in college. It was freshman year and I had it in my head that it would give me more body and loose waves....ah, no. It just looked like a shitty perm. But, it was the early 90's....who's kidding who. I can't justify it.

4. Bad haircut. A series of them. The first was to get rid of the bad perm and head into the "long shag" cut that became so popular from Ms. Aniston. Not so much. I did have a really cool skunk after the shag-aster grew out. But, then I tried to pull off a red pixie with a bloated beer face. Terrible.

5. Overalls. I'm going to try to justify this one, too but I don't know if 4 years of overalls can be justified. Especially with a beer tee or sweatshirt. I know this did nothing for the figure as I remember Kirstie Ally in Look Who's Talking being pregnant in them.

6. Permanent cheap beer can in my hand and winning events in Beer Olympics. Not so much a guy magnet with that one.

7. Winston hanging out the corner of my mouth. I think smoking was much more popular (or so I'd like to think so) when I was in college. Just like the old adds, I was sexy. Ah, right.

8. Frumpy sized clothes. I blame this on my mother. My mom somehow put it in my head that a bigger shirt, pants etc hid the unwanted bulges I acquired from #6 and #7.

9. Pretty girls around me that weren't wearing #1-8.

10. Clearly not reading Cosmo for the fashion tips.

Now I did get a boyfriend my senior year. It was great. We met over a 30-pack. As you can see the romance lasted. But I also dressed up a little (a little) more.

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So what brings me back to blogging? Not sure. Therapeutic definitely. One of my readers felt like her subscription had run out. I've kinda felt censored a bit. I don't know if my site meter was a good idea or not. I read it now and feel like I have to bite my tongue in case I offend someone, incriminate myself because I'm not sure who is reading it. Not that I'm doing anything bad or illegal, but I guess it's definitely and insight to your thoughts. That's what I feel like a blog should be: an honest insight to yourself. However, that's what I feel like I'm having trouble with now. I know it stems back to that damn People magazine article I read about people getting fired for blogging and being the victim of a Google search by teh Buckner. Meanwhile all I'm trying to do is get hired somewhere new and get a date. I'm not afraid to say that now at least, but I am concerned of what potential employers would read about my shitty-ass dating life and my journey to 30. Which brings me to a new focus.

My journey to 30...scary, yet I feel like my life is getting better by the minute. Those of you who know how I spent my 24, 25, 26, 28 b-days will know it's usually a waterworks. I was seriously thinking I was going to be one of those women who is afraid to get old running to Botox parties, trying to affair with younger men and wearing bedazzles. Well maybe not all that, but I definitely wasn't fine with getting older. For some reason now, I am. At least this year. I'm doing a bunch of things that don't necessarily make sense and I don't seem to mind it. I'm buying a house in a town I don't want to live, though it is a great opportunity to rent it when I leave. (Notice that if is being removed from all my thoughts.) I bought a leather couch that I know is going to get scratched by my dog, but I think it will have more character. I'm moving out of parents to the new house which I know I will be moving out of in August/September for my new job. (Oh the power of positive thinking.) I bought a leather coffee table, too. I know something will get spilled on it, but the lady at the furniture store told me it wouldn't matter. And instead of being polite and laughing off her offer to "hook me up" with a man she knows from my town (who is at least over 50) I gave a her an ewww look and the "ah, no." Am I getting crotchety in my old age and not giving a fuck what people think? Maybe.
So hopefully this is the revival of my blog. Not the new blog, but the way it was intended to be. A candid look into what this Girl In the Corner does. How she thinks and the way she lives her life. Future employers and dateables beware. You might just like what you see.

Word Cloud

2006-04-18T20:55:00.000-05:00

Word Cloud...via Lesterhead....very cool.

What I Sound Like When I Talk With My Friends

2006-04-05T22:30:00.000-05:00

Swam today, aerobics tonight. Had some oatmeal with peanut butter (my new favorite) and even had some organic crackers....with processed cheese spread!!! HA! I'm sure all the organic, crunchy-granola, cloth grocery bag toting, Earth children probably would have a fit that I would combine the two, but I thought it was pretty funny. I actually wanted the Asiago cheese spread but didn't have any. Now don't think I went out and bought organic crackers (bought a HealthFood basket at a chariety auction.) Quite frankly the crackers are tasty, but I would never spend the money on organic food. I just don't think it's necessary.

I had some really funny dreams last night.
1. I was wearing my underwear underneath my swimsuit and I thought, "Oh my God. I'm such a tool."
2. The other was about a guy I work with...he was wearing a Civil War hat and a custodial jump suit and crawling around on the floor. I had a number of other ones, too.

I also had some funny thoughts today, too. Like...
1. What would it be like to be flushed down a toilet? Could Mythbusters make one and actually do it? Would you have to wear scuba gear in case you could drown from the force? Would it be a fun ride at a water park? (pending safety of course.)
2. I felt like Pee Wee in Pee Wee's Big Adventure today...specifically the part where he's walking in the night through the rain and hisses at someone when they ask him a question. (Bad day at work...)

I know this post is random, but that's kinda how I feel today. I'm more than ready for the school year to be over. More than ready.

I feel like I should write a post that might get more response. I also wonder who all reads this sometimes....I know who my regulars are...who are the others. Do-do-do, do. (That's my scary sci-fi noise.) I'll have to start coming up with some intriguing posts. I will say, now that I've been swimming...I feel like writing more. Wow...the card reader in NOLA did tell me to be around water, it does good for me.

On the sci-fi thing and then I'm off to bed. I have two new favorite shows -though I don't know exactly when they are on.
1. Most Haunted
2. Ghost Hunters

I love the supernatural and anything that goes with it. These shows scare me (only a little) but I'm fascinated!!! Ghosts used to scare me, but now I'm sort of used to them. Now that's a whole other post...maybe that'll be the one to get my readers talking.

Okay...off to look for supernatural on TV (or in my bedroom.) Goodnight

Up All Night, Fool All Day

2006-04-02T23:34:00.000-05:00

I did it. Signed my life away...not really. However, I signed all of the preliminary stuff for my "new" house. I'm excited, but nervous. One thing I am excited about is redecorating and shopping for house type stuff. Two of my favorite things.

How lazy was I this weekend? Very. Had a few drinks after signing my paperwork on Friday with my friend Cortney and was in bed, asleep by 10:45. I woke up briefly for 5 minutes just after 11 and tried to watch Best Week Ever with no success. Saturday I did go for a walk, but then was again asleep by 10:05. I did wake up in the middle of the night and watch some cheesey teen movie called The Trojan War (have to say it was pretty funny.) Then today...took a nap! What a lazyass. However, this is where it leaves me now. 12:17 AM and I'm up. Hhhmmm..

Can't believe it's April. And, speaking of April...my mother literally put me in tears of laughter yesterday. For YEARS my mother would always pull the same April Fool's Day jokes. 1. "There's a deer in the yard." and 2. "It's snowing outside." Living in PA you can get away with the snow joke most years in April. My sister and I would fall for it as kids, but as we got older a strained yawn from under the covers would come up with "Ok mom. April Fool's. Ha, Haaa." So yesterday as I was helping my mother prepare for early Easter dinner with grandparents today she says...
Mom: Guess what? I was downtown today and you'll never believe what I saw by the Fayette Bank builing?
Me: What?
Mom: A deer!
Me: No shit. Poor thing. Probably was lost. Remember when that one went through the Healthmart on Gallatin Avenue years ago?
Mom: (With hand over mouth and gasping for air into laughter) April Fool's!!!!
Me: (Instant tears) OH MY GOD! I can't believe (tears and silent laugh) I can't believe I fell for that!!

I don't think I've laughed that hard in a long time. So what did I do? Called my sister. Guess what?? SHE FELL FOR IT, TOO!!!! Hahahahha. Can you believe it?

I know. Sounds stupid, but it being the longstanding joke...very funny.

Girlfriends

2006-03-30T23:40:00.000-05:00

Due to the time and the wine, this post will be short and sweet...

I just got home from a girls' night from my friend Tara's house. I love girls' nights.

There's just something that you get from your girlfriends that you just don't get from anyone else.

Back By Popular Demand

2006-03-28T23:57:00.000-05:00

I sat down in church next to this really cute guy. He leaned across me to get something from the pew and kept leaning and leaning until he ended up leaning his cheek into my lips. As I said to him, "Ah, I don't think you know me like that." He smiled and replied, "Sure I do." So we sat there and held hands the rest of the service. Instantly, I have a boyfriend. We spent the next week running around everywhere. I introduced him to everyone. His name is Brian. He's so cute.
And then the alarm went off...but, it was a really good dream. Disappointed? Yeah. Me, too.

If only getting a boyfriend was that easy.

I don't know why I've been in such a funk about writing, but I have. Well...I know a little bit why. This sounds stupid, but it's true. I read this article in People magazine about people getting fired over what they blog. I try to keep this as anonymous as possible, but checking my site meter has let me see that people have Googled me and found my blog. My main concern...future employers reading my vent and stupid stories and not hiring me. I will say it censors me a bit.
Funny...now that I've said that I feel like I left the disclaimer to say what I want.

And, one of my dear friend flattered me by asking me to start blogging again. She even said something like, "It's like my daily Enquirer!" Thanks!!

(I think I need to get these claw nails trimmed down as typing is becoming increasingly difficult.)

News Updates on me...

1. Heading down the homestretch in school. I hope I make it. They're like caged animals at this point.

2. Started swimming again. This time very seriously and actually enjoying it. Up to 2500 yards (100 laps) a day/ 4 days a week in addition to my aerobics class that I love.

3. Coaching is over. I'm glad because it was a long season, but it was a lot of fun.

4. Dating status...single (except in my dreams.)

5. I'm officially in my first wedding. Almost 30 and never been a bridesmaid. My friends Matt and Katie's wedding. 14 months to get real skinny. I think I can do it. (Maybe I'll have a date for that wedding??)

6. I'm buying a house.

Now I know it sounds stupid to buy a house, and the reason I decided to buy it is probably dumber, but strangely enough....it makes sense. I know...why would I buy a house in a town I don't want to stay in? Well, a friend of the family's mother passed away in January which leaves this house. It's small, very reasonable and there is a rental on top which pretty much pays the mortgage. I figure when/if I get a new job in Pittsburgh, I can rent out the place where I'll be living. It's exciting, but still makes me nervous. It needs some cosmetic work like wallpaper stripping, carpet, yada, yada, but is doable. And, it gives me equity. Most importantly...I can actually not live with the 'rents. (Angels sing.)
Now...why did I all of a sudden decide to buy this place? My card reader. Yes, I listened to the card reader. Long short of it she said it would be best if I moved. It didn't make sense, but we sometimes need to do what doesn't make sense to get what we want. My logic?? Nothing has been going my way for 4 years, so why not?

T.V. stuff...
1. New Teachers show...stupid. It wasn't anything close to what goes on in a school. No idiot would even attempt to drink beer (although sometimes we think the kids are going to drive us to it) nor would the amount of flirtation/sexual harassment go on. Sure we joke around...those f us who know each other!! If I was a new teacher/substitute and another teacher would hit on me like that...I would have his ass fired (and be sitting pretty in my BMW. ha!)
The fact of the matter is that would never occur. The show was slightly redeemable at the end when the canned jokes stopped and an (innocent) romance is on the rise. I'll turn in again, but based on tonight, I doubt it lasts.

2. I want Rachel Ray's job on $40 a Day and I want to marry Jim O'Connor from The
Secret Life Of. What a great life that would be and I would not keep it secret!

3. American Idol...poor showing tonight. Anyone could be off.

4. America's Next Top Model...love that show.

Other than that, I'm done today. I have PowerPoint project that is due tomorrow that I haven't started yet. I do have a two week window to turn it in (via online) but I really should have it done. Have the day off tomorrow to do it so that will be a nice break from the mayhem called school.

I promise to try to be less censored about blogging.

Layin' Low

2006-03-13T23:29:00.000-05:00

I'm back. Kinda. I just feel like I want to be in hibernation mode right now. This post may be brief...maybe not. I'm just going to write until I feel like quitting. (Or my new nails permit me to do so.) I got nails. Nothing like BAPS or anything. Just gel coats over my own nails. Made them a lot longer as they are stronger. They look nice, but are not as easy to type.

Mardi Gras was great as usual. The crowd was still there despite the devistation surrounding. No real great stories...the usual. Drinking, parades, dancing, eating. I feel like I've dried out by now. We did have a great time dancing one night in which I was told I said, "Hey...I'm going to grab a beer. Hold my Iraqi." We went to one place where all you saw were "grillz." Scary, but funny. I did the whole Hurricane experience (in which I honestly don't think I've had a Hurricane in the 3 previous Mardi Gras...weird) and topped it off with a Hand Grenade. Yeah...needless to say there was a mid-day nap in that day. Overall it was a great experience and always nice to visit with Emily. I did get my cards read by a gypsy. The was pretty cool. Apparently I'm having twins, have 3 enemies and am getting a new job (among other strangely eerie things.) Let's hope it's in reverse order.

Weird things today....I watched an episode of Saved By the Bell today that I have never seen before. (I love this show.) Zack was supposed to be in a movie at Bayside with some young movie star guy that was hitting on Kelly. They all went to a party and the guy was smoking pot and Kelly was pressured right before the commercial break to smoke it. This of course was prefaced earlier in the show with Jessi in a support group talking about her addiction to caffeine pills (remember that one??) And then this evening...I caught an episode of Friends that I had never seen before. Weird.

Started an aerobics class that's a mixture of tai bo, kickboxing, spinnng, step and etc...It's kicking my ass, but I really like it. 20 pounds down, 40 more to go by July 4th.

It's 11:20 and I should be asleep, but the Flavor of Love is on and I have to see who he picks. I love this show! In fact, I love all the shitty reality shows. VH1 and MTV are the best because of the marathons they run on the weekends. I just finishe "There and Back" with Ashley Parker Angel from OTown. That's the best worst. I just love when the scene freeze-frames and he steps out. Tonight...his song made it on the radio and he freeze-framed and jumped on the truck next to him. Great. I love it!

School is winding down. 54 days left....seems like a lot, but it will go really fast. I think I'll always look forward to summer. I really need to work this summer, but I really don't want to. IWell am teaching 3 classes at a local branch of PennState. Kids' classes. Get this....cooking, Wizards and wizarding (HP class) and (drumroll please....) Scrapbooking! HA!! I hate that shit, but it's simple and easy for kids to do. $20/hour so I can't pass it up. I'd like to find something else to do, but I don't want it to interfere with my walking in the morning and pool time in the afternoon. That's why I'm in education. Summers, baby.

Well, my knees are getting tired of holding the laptop up and I'm going to try to watch the rest of Flav. More updates later....I may lay low the rest of this month, but I'll promise to refresh myself in April.

Coming Soon...

2006-03-08T07:39:00.000-05:00

Between work and the flu, I don't think I'll be updating until this weekend...I soooooo need some sleep.

It's that Time of Year....

2006-02-23T23:04:00.000-05:00

Mardi Gras Time!!

I will be on hiatus for the next week. Good juicy stories to come!

Until then...

This is Random Bitch...

2006-02-19T20:41:00.000-05:00

It's that time of year again. Mardi Gras time! My 4th one and I'm rip roaring ready to go. I haven't had a day off of work in a long time and more importantly...I haven't been out of Fayette County in a while. Being that I'm used to traveling out of state at least once a month, not even getting to Pittsburgh on a regular basis has taken it's toll on me. Coaching has had me tied up. I feel like a CityMouse stuck in a CountryMouse life. What better place for a girl to go than NOLA?

I've been kinda bummed this weekend. I think relationships (or lack there of) has taken toll on me as well. Now before you comment "don't worry...it will come," or "it's always when you're not looking for it," hold off. I don't really want to hear those. No single girl does. In fact....now that I read this, I'm thinking of changing the tone of my blog lately. It might be bitchy single girl...rather Bridget Jones-esque.

It's been 4 years that I've been single. F-O-U-R years. That's ridiculous. I've had a few dates (and I say few loosely.) There's times where I really want to head full-force back into dating, but then I actually get a little scared. I think if there was someone totally interested, I might be ready....but that's the biggest fucking problem. The dating pool here is full of polio and I don't see any sign of a vaccine in the works. Yes, I'd like to move, but that presents another problem. Job. I can't move without a job and I haven't been able to find a new job. Then some fucking cornhusker wins the Powerball. What kind of fairness is that?

What's good in my life right now, you ask? I've lost 20 pounds. (1/3 to my goal for the dreaded 3-0!) I don't mind my job this year. Thank the Lord or I might have pull my fingernails out. Speaking of...my little treat to myself: nails. Don't worry. It's not like B.A.P.S. They're tasteful. Gel coats over my real nails (which are actually long.) I was tired of having them break or the polish chip off in a day. They look nice and aren't too hard on the keyboard either.

The Eve...

2006-02-13T23:22:00.000-05:00

The Eve. The Eve of the Day. Valentine's Day.

I don't like when Valentine's Day falls during the week. Totally cramps my SATC marathon and wine and cheese binge. I really thought this year I might have a Valentine. The night is still young and the Day is long. I guess I am a hopeless romantic.

Looking back on Valentine's Day gifts....I received some good gifts, but honestly?? Mostly a lot of bad.

Good Gifts:
Bobby Brown: My Perrogative (cassette)
Annonymous carnation delivered in high school
Apartment cleaning and dinner made
Stuffed animal and flower
Rose and cookie cake (remember those?)

Bad Gifts:
No card (this one can repeat many a times...is it that hard fellas???)
FarSide book (still in the bag)
I got to pay for dinner...wasn't that nice?
Shitty box of chocolates
No card
Forgot

I never asked for anything for Valentine's Day....well early on...then I just flat out told two of the guys I was dating, "I don't give a f**k what you get me. However, if you don't get me a simple card, I'll lose my shit."
And what happened after that? I swear to you more than once, I didn't get a card. Bastards. Meanwhile I would have settled --actually been quite pleased-- with a PostIt stuck to the kitchen counter.

What will this Valentine's Day bring? A vet appointment with my dog. That's the only date I have. However...the hopeless, I repeat, HOPELESS romantic in me still thinks my knight in shining armor will show up with something. Who's the knight, you ask? As soon as you find him let me know, too.

Anyone---any good or bad gifts? Add them to the comments.

Valentine's Day Turd. Updated Version

2006-02-12T22:47:00.000-05:00

I'm not sure where the original story is, but here is the "new" version of the infamous Valentine's Day Turd. Hope memory serves me right.

Picture it. February 14, 1998. Four lonely girls. One Red House.

"I hate Valentine's Day. I'm banning it this year."
"Me too. I'm sick of people oogling each other, getting flowers, cards and candy and not have my own boy to schmooze."
"Yeah. I wish I was getting shit for Valentine's Day!"
"Let's throw a Wine and Cheese party??!"
"Yeah. With paper hearts and we'll all wear black."
"Awesome!"

So the four ladies in waiting start preparing the infamous Red House for one of our huge parties. Last huge party was homecoming and well, a sliced finger, cops and landlord arriving: it got a liiiitlllle out of hand. We thought we'd keep it low only inviting singles and rules were that you must bring wine, you must wear black. Easy enough.
With three of us being elementary education majors, construction paper was always on hand. We began cutting out our hearts (no pun intended) of pink and red and hanging them from the ceiling. 10 turned to 20, 30 turned to 80 and by the end of it there must have been at least 300 in our modest, crooked apartment on Waugh Avenue. All hanging from the finest of OralB dental floss, the hearts transformed the dismal dump to a romantic heaven. Hearts in every room and swaying as the sliding glass door was opening and shutting all so often.
The word was out and by 7:00 PM the ladies had begun their night. All dolled up with our uniforms of black shirts, jeans and black boots, our smokey eye-shadowed eyes were glistening with a few glasses of wine already slung down. No one was going to ruin our night. Man or not, we were going to rock it.
The part was a hit. People were everywhere. People we knew, people we didn't. The quaint get together had blossomed to an awesome low-key blowout. No cops, no landlord, no drama. Excellent party! We all headed to bed at different times...not even sure when. The Black Valentine's Day party was over.

Until the next day.

By the time we all were up, greasy-breakfasted, napped and up again the usual trail of people started arriving. The Red House was a haven for WC. The gathering ground for post-party gossip, break-up tragedy and everyday drama. If you wanted to know something, get to the Red House. If the four of us didn't know, someone soon to arrive would. As the misfits started to pour in few comments came with them.

"damn. Look at the ashtrays on the porch."
"There are still wine bottles in the tub."
"Did you know there's a pair of shitty boxers next to your dumpster?"

Whah, whah, whah, what?????

"Yeah. I walked down from Hillside through Overflow and there's a pair of boxers laying next to your dumpster and I think someone wiped there ass with them."
(Bouts of laughter)

So we all jump up and go out the back door to inspect the evidence. Where the hell would those come from? Who do they belong to? Who went home without underwear? We all headed back into the house. Sitting on the couches trying to decipher the night the questions arose.

"I just don't get it. Why would someone leave their boxers back there?"
"Um, hello. Why didn't they just use our bathroom?"
"Why don't we go look outside again?"

So we all trudge outside again. This time noticing "other evidence." Enter...toilet paper.

"Holy shit! Look! There's toilet paper over there!"

A few pieces (looked like a buncher not a roller had left them) were in a line. Kinda like when Bobby and Cindy got lost in the Grand Canyon and left the popcorn train with the little Indian boy?? So we followed the trail. A metal glass. Looks a lot like the ones we have in our kitchen. It is one of the ones we have in our kitchen! And, it's still half full of wine! It's next to the couch. (Yes. We had a couch in the back yard. Wasn't ours. It belonged to the guys who used to live in our house and our landlord had yet to get rid of it. We were in college, okay?)

Picture the line...shitty boxers, bunched up toilet paper, metal glass half full of wine...and wait. What the...?? Oh. My. God. There's a turd on the couch. A big huge log. "It's lo-og, it's lo-og."
Who the...? What the...? Why...?

"Who the hell would A: Pinch a loaf on a couch, and B: Clearly leave without their boxers?"

After questioning most of the AlphaSig boys next door and clearly knowing it wasn't them, we started to wonder. This went on most of the night while watching SouthPark and random movies. Every 15 minutes or so a reference to the clues would come up and still a mystery. After many ramblings it all started to come together.

"Wait a minute. Nicki and I were in the bathroom last night and some asshole kept knocking on the door. I told him wait a minute! He was totally being a jerk. I yelled back at him and then said the hell with it. When we came out, no one was there."
"Wait. I remember the back door being open and I thought it was strange, but just assumed someone went outside to smoke a cigarette."
"Wait. Who would go out the back door to smoke when everyone always goes out the front."
"Terri had some friends here from highschool. Maybe they did. They had never been here before."
"That's who was yelling at the door. I heard someone yelling to get in the bathroom and I peeked in and didn't know who the hell it was. When I looked back in, he was gone."
"Wait. I wondered who opened the backdoor and left it open."

Ohhhhhh. I bet...
I bet...
I bet...

Moral of the story...

Be careful what you wish for. You might just get shit for Valentine's Day.

Secret Valentine?

2006-02-01T23:11:00.000-05:00

Valentine's Day is looming. Arggh! (That's my lonely pirate impression.)

Wouldn't it be great to get a secret Valentine message? Known Valentine message? Any Valentine message?

Not sure if I'll send Valentines out this year or not. I would love to have a party like the Valentine's party from senior year of college. We decorated the entire house with paper hearts -literally a few hundred. It looked pretty cool and was a lot of fun. Filled the bathtub with bottles of wine and the table with cheese. We all wore black boycotting the day. Ah, times were so simple then.

Does anyone have the Valentine's Day Turd story I wrote in college? I'm going to try to dig that one up...if not, I'll rewrite it. May take a while as I'll have to conference with Cags for some details.

Shhhhh....It's a Secret

2006-02-01T23:08:00.000-05:00

This is a blog that I've been reading for a while. I like the idea of it. I've not sent anything in, but I have a lot that I've considered. I definitely want to buy the book.

Maybe I'll make a postcard tonight. Hmmm...

The Case of the Missing Underwear

2006-02-01T21:43:00.000-05:00

I know it's been a while since I've posted, but I don't even know where the time has gone. So, I'll post a few funny quips. Last week while talking to BrooklynJay, this transpired...

GIRL: how about this one

GIRL: when you win a swim meet the tradition is to throw the coach in the water. so i won on thursday, the kids threw me in...yada, yada. i went to the coach's office/teacher's office to change my clothes. there is a bathroom in there. i had to go home before meeting the other coaches out to get something to eat. so i get home and unpack my bag and realize that i've forgotten my underwear on the floor of the bathroom.

GIRL: i don't work in that building so i tell the other coach when he goes into work to get my underwear so the swim teacher doesn't see them.
GIRL: he went in the mornign....no underwear. we're guessing the nighttime janitor either threw them away or....

GIRL: has them.

BROOKLYNJAY: hahahahaha

BROOKLYNJAY: now why isn't this an entry????
GIRL: creepy....but really funny

Waiting for Guffman

2006-01-22T11:32:00.000-05:00

It's like in a Hitchcock movie, you know, where they tie you up in a rubber bag and throw you in the trunk of a car. You find people... You find them.

So I had a Waiting for Guffman moment. Well, night. I had a little get together and the guest of honor (though I don't think he knew it) never showed.

Typical. I quit.

Brokeback Mountain Post

2006-01-16T23:24:00.000-05:00

Finally I can join the ranks of the viewers of Brokeback Mountain.

Final thought. Wow. I would like to see it again on the couch with a bottle of wine (so I can cry in peace...lately I'm not that good at crying quietly in the theater.) It was realllllly good. I think it will be one of those movies I can watch over and over. Oh yeah....and Jake G: YUM. Except with the porn star mustache. I know that was the style in the 70's (as--strangely I'm thinking now--my dad had one) but he looked really kinda creepy with it. And the sex scenes....wooha. Hot and heavy. My only thought was, "are gay breakups always that violent?" I hope you can hear the sarcasm in my words. All in all....great movie!

Four day week. Yeah! Being that we haven't had ANY snow days and like TWO delays, I'm looking forward to the shorter week. Hard to believe the year is almost half way over. As always, I'm looking forward to summer. On that note, I may start fakebaking again. I always feel better with a little color.

Ran again today. This time in my neighborhood which is considerably harder than the treadmill. One, I have to monitor the timed intervals on my iPod which is hard to see, I can't monitor my speed and I'm not experienced enough to know how fast I'm running and the biggest thing...hills. All in all I did well. Sore, but I did it. I actually packed my bag to swim in the morning. Still kicking around training for a Master's swim team. We'll see.

American Idol starts tomorrow. I won't get home until it's almost done, so I'm taping it. These are the auditions...truly the best part of the show. 39 days until I leave for Mardi Gras. I'm sooo looking forward to the break, the parades and seeing the rebuild of New Orleans--city and spirit.

A New Game

2006-01-14T20:10:00.000-05:00

Anyone remember sorority/fraternity mixers from college? I was shooting the shit with a co-worker this morning and we got on the subject of mixers. School House, Nuts and Bolts, Grab-a-Date, etc. But, this one....this was the best. I had never heard of it and I soooo want to throw a party like this.

Edward 40 Hands.

After looking this up on the net, apparently this is a major phenomenon. I can't believe of all the drinking games I've played, I've never heard of this one. Apparently WC missed this one. Or rather, maybe I'm too old to have played this. In any sense, I've been laughing about it since about 10:15 this morning.

I'm beat

2006-01-11T20:34:00.000-05:00

This post will be short because I'm soooo tired. The meets are wiping me out. And, the fact that I've run on Monday and Wednesday morning at 6 AM. AND I swam today, too.

I typed out a huge blog the other night and it disappeared. I hate when that happens.

Verdict on the shoes? I frickin' love them! For the first time in a long time, my feet don't hurt and didn't cramp. A+

I'm beat.

What I Did Today

2006-01-08T23:40:00.000-05:00

Did a lot of shopping today. Actually, did a lot of things today. I decided to go to church. Resolution?? I don't know. I don't think it should really be a resolution....I think I should just go. However, I feel kinda bad because the sermon was super boring. The church I currently attend (meaning I've been there twice lately) is getting a new minister. The kid --I say that because he's roughly my age-- there now is really nice, but most of the time too academic. I don't really need someone to reiterate the scripture to me. I'd get more out of it if there was a short anecdote. Whatever. Wanna guess what I prayed for today? Yes, a boyfriend.

After that I went to breakfast with my parents and then began my shopping extravaganza. I stopped at The Finish Line first. I'm still bound and determined to become a runner so I bought new running shoes. The sales associate was super helpful (a marathon runner) so I feel like I got the best pair for me. I ended up with these ASICS. Very comfy with extra insoles. And, I'll be flying like fucking Harry Potter hence the name of the shoes...heheh.

This is where my fever began --"and the only cure for it, is some more cowbell!" Just kidding...a little tangent.

Well, my fever actually began when I walked out of breakfast. Sunny out so I put on my new Michael Kors sunglasses (purchased on eBay for $25!) All of a sudden with expensive (pre-eBay) sunglasses on I feel like I make 100K a year. So I head to trade secret and buy shampoo, conditioner, hairwax and hairspray...none of which I need, but I did get an awesome sale. Next stop was NY&Co. for some clothes...which I saved $186 with coupons and sales. 8 tops a pair of pants and a belt and I was out of there. Next stop...BestBuy for new headphones for my iPod defective ears. Actually just my left ear is defective. So I bought new headphones and a camera case. I hate shopping for electronics and accessories. I know nothing about them, so it takes me a really long time. I didn't find the same excellent service as I did at the Finish Line, but I asked a couple of people if there was a difference between the Phillips headphones I bought and the Apple headphones except for price. There isn't. And, I was glad because I really didn't feel like spending $45 on headphones. I ended my shopping there, but I should have went on. I have a baby shower to go to on Sunday and I was right next to the store and totally forgot to go in. Shit. Now I have to drive back down to Pittsburgh and shop this week. Time is the issue this week.

I headed up to the Fox and the Hound to watch the Steeler game with some friends. What an awesome game (especially with my new found knowledge and understanding of football.) Not much is better than watching a Steeler game in a Pittsburgh bar. I ventured home after the game and gave myself a pedicure, facial and prepared my clothes for the big running day tomorrow morning.

I just realized this is pretty boring.

Neville On Canvas

2006-01-04T23:55:00.000-05:00

So here is the portrait of Neville that my sister painted.
****Better picture now****

Finally a Football Fanatic?

2006-01-04T01:04:00.000-05:00

Is it the New Year? Is it me turning (ahem) 30? Or am I becoming a sports fan? I'm sitting up right now watching the PennState/FSU game and totally enjoying it. First of all it's 12:50 AM and I should definitely be asleep. Second of all, last week I didn't even understand football and all of a sudden I'm getting it. I even watched and understood part of the Steeler game on Sunday. (At least the part I was awake to watch.) Anyway...I'm growing up, aren't you proud? Funny, I think understanding football and becoming an "informed" fan was one of my resolutions a couple of years ago. "It's better to get something done late than never." I got that in a fortune cookie once and have it taped to my desk organizer at school.

Resolutions...

7. Don't talk about work outside of work. (Unless it's a really funny story.)

8. Don't mince words. I know this sounds cruel, but I'll try to be as tactful as possible. I just think I need to start saying what I really feel. Cags blog reminded me of this mantra I used to live by...What You See Is What You Get. It's just that well....I'm not going to shit you on anything.

PennState wins!! (And I just put my hands up in the field goal posistion...WTF?)

Okay...I'm definitely going to be now. Boy it's going to hit me tomorrow.

The New Year Low Down

2006-01-02T22:37:00.000-05:00

Have you been waiting for the New Year's Post? I'll recap the Christmas first and some few things in between.

Christmas. Really nice. Quiet, but good. With a small family, it doesn't usually get too loud. Surprises this year? The Nano. Very cool. I'm still learning how to use it, but I like. It's sooo small it doesn't even look real. Same with my camera (no gift, I purchased it.) I went with the Canon SD450. It's really tiny, too. My next tiny purchase? The Razr phone. That will come in March. It's the year of the really thin tiny things...including myself. (Have a goal being that I will be turning 30 in 6 mos 2 days.)
Got some other really nice things for Christmas. My sister painted an awesome picture of Neville. The break seemed long now that I think of it, but I really didn't get a ton accomplished. Practice everyday kept me from sleeping in each day except for NewYear's Day.

And the New Year. Had a great time with the usual crew plus a few. Headed to Mt. Washington for an excellent dinner at LaTavola and then to Station Square to get this....go dancing. I haven't been dancing forever. It was a good time...my feet are still killing me, but I'm dealing. Still haven't seen Brokeback Mountain because IT STILL HASN'T ARRIVED IN ANY THEATER WITHIN 50 MILES! Lame...so lame.

So what does the New Year bring? Not sure, but it better be a more involved love life, new job and new living conditions. I was reviewing my resolutions from last year. I did pretty good about keeping them. Pretty good. Resolutions for this year? I don't know yet. It's bothering me a bit because I normally have too many.

(How about there is a really eerie thunderstorm occurring right now. Weird)

So here's a recap of my resolutions from last year. Maybe reading these I'll decide what my new ones will be.

1. Develop a healthy lifestyle. That's always at the top of our list...I'll continue to trudge on
2. Have my clothes picked out, bag and lunch packed before I go to bed. Ah, failed.
3. Get involved with a charity. Check. Go AWNY!
4. Read at least one book per month. Check! I believe I hit 13 or 14 this year.
5. Blog or journal at least every other day. Maybe I made up with double entries?
6. Be willing to let myself show through my writing. Ergg....kinda.
7. Settle differences from the past. I've definitely let go
8. Join online dating. Check! and not for me.
9. Tell my family members and friends I love them... I feel like I've done that, but I never feel like it's enough.
10. Move. Failed...due to being stuck in my job. Please Allegheny County!! Hire me!

Okay. Maybe with these, I can muss up a few with an updated list tomorrow.

1. REdevelop healthy lifestyle and keep it.
2. Get boyfriend. (And he'll fall head over heels over me!!)
3. Take more pictures (that aren't just of my dog.)
4. Send a short story (at least) to a publisher of some sort.
5. Save more money.
6. Move.

I'll leave with those, but I'm not really happy with them. Alright...I'm going to keep up with reading resolution from last year.

2005 Out, 2006 In

2005-12-21T23:13:00.000-05:00

Watching Project Runway right now. Love this show. I don't like the big tall weird looking guy. I'm hoping he goes tonight...but let's talk about the best show.

Nip/Tuck

Unbelievable. That show never ceases to amaze me. Bravo to the 2-hour finale. The only thing I don't like about the finale....is that it's over.

(Shit. Daniel Franco is "out." Oh well...I suppose the weird guy will create more drama.)

Tomorrow is the last day of school before Christmas break. Half-day. Yes! I'm so looking forward to it since coaching has taken my ability to take a mental health day here and there. I'm looking foward to reading, working out and getting my body waaaaay back into shape. Yuk, I feel so gross.

I'm also going to make some serious New Year's resolutions. I know everyone thinks they are dumb, but I usually keep them ('cept the whole workout thing...that will be the one I will FORCE myself to keep this year.)
Past resolutions I've kept.....
1. Not taking "revenge" on people who piss me off.
2. Finish a NY Times crossword on my own (so it took me 2 weeks...I still did it.)
3. Read a book a month.
4. Keep in better touch with people. (I'm not totally satisified I did it, but I tried my best.)
5. Writing people off that drag me down. (That one felt pretty liberating.)
6. Make the best of my job/living situation. (I'm pretty happy this year...still wanting to move.)

Not sure what my resolutions will be this year. Anyone making any? (Maybe get a boyfriend??? ha!)
Alright....I need to be out the door by 5:40 AM tomorrow...UGH.

Only in Fayette Co.

2005-12-18T23:16:00.000-05:00

Friday:
I will not drunk dial, I will not drunk dial. Enough said.

Saturday:
After practice and a well deserved 3 hour nap, I still continued to take it pretty easy. Went to see Walk the Line. Excellent. Joaquin Phoenix was really great (and super hot.) Oh and I was thinking a couple of things when I was watching it does Joaquin Phoenix have a cleft palate scar? (No, because I looked it up.) Does he have a weird shoulder or did Johnny Cash and he's portraying him that way? (Haven't found out that answer.) And then Reese...Reese Witherspoon...I just think she's so cute! Though, I think she had some botox in between her eyebrows. She normally has great character lines and expressions when she speaks and that center part juuuuusttt didn't move.
I think she played her part really well. And, great vocals from both of them. I just burned my dad's Essential Johnny Cash cd's. The story was sad. In a good way, though. Great love story which got me thinking....but before I get to that....

1. In the theater there was an older couple (40's 50's?) Anyway...they were completely making out. How do I know? I HEARD them. Gross. Sounded like the guy was getting a handjob or something. I turned around at one point and made a few loud comments.."Oh my God. Are you fucking kidding me? Get a fucking room. Gross." You think that would have done it, but they continued. Not quite as loudly. Had they been, I would have pulled teacher voice on them. No doubt they were having an affair as my friend noticed they hadn't come in together. Only in Fayette Co.
2. Headed to Eat'n Park later to quench my thirst from the previous night. Who waits on us? The biggest drag queen I've ever seen. I don't know what it is about drag queens, but I love 'em.
Only in Fayette Co.

Back to the love story thing. I think I'm starting to miss being in love. For a while I was kind of indifferent to the whole dating thing. I don't know if it's the holidays, my hectic schedule or the alignment of the stars (any comment fellow cancers?) but I've been getting that feeling that I'm missing something. Also the fact that the 4 year mark of being alone is looming. However, I worry about two things by wanting to head full force into the dating world. Will he want to move out of this blackhole of a county and have I been alone too long--hence, not being able to compromise my life for someone?

Other than that and wishing for world peace, I'm trying to get ready for Christmas. I still have a little bit of shopping to do. Not too much. I'm looking forward to taking some well deserved naps over break. I'm also getting a list of New Year's resolutions. The one I really kept last year was reading a book a month. That doesn't sound like a lot, but during the school year it's hard to keep up. I'd rather do brainless stuff like watch TV.

Nip/Tuck finale is on Tuesday. God, I love that show. Pretty sure I'm going to have to tape it. Yes, I STILL have the VCR, not DVR.

Ordered my digital camera. I ended up going with the Canon SD450. I can't wait to get it.

I'm looking forward to going to the movies a lot over the Christmas break. I'd like to see HP4 again. Brokeback Mountain (though I'm worried it won't even come to Pittsburgh...hopefully this week.) Memoirs of a Geisha, The Ringer, Munich, The Family Stone, Rumor Has It, and even The Producers. Let's hope that they all at least make it to Pittsburgh.

3 1/2 days left until Christmas break!! Yeah!!!!

The Countdown

2005-12-18T22:10:00.000-05:00

Pirated from Cags

The Countdown

TEN FIRSTS
First best friend: Paige
First screen name: molrat
First pet: Jingles, a Yorkie
First piercing: ears, 1st grade
First crush: Doug Brown
First CD: New Jack City or Three Dog Night's Greatest Hits
First job: Lifeguard
First true love: Ed Morgan
First stuffed animal: Some ratty looking bear with a music box in it
First kiss: first french kiss? Chris Baugh on the ski bus

NINE LASTS
Last alcoholic beverage: Miller Lite
Last car ride: home from Gabes
Last movie seen: Walk the Line
Last phone call: my sister
Last CD played: Mixed CD from Paige
Last time you cried: Saturday morning
Last time you fell: Friday morning letting the dog out. Slipped in the driveway. Before that? Monday evening...I'm a complete clutz
Last time you had sex: ...I'd rather not say.
Last time you said "I Love You": to whom? Hmmm...that's a good one. It's definitely been a long time. Excluding family (which has also been a while) close to 4 years.

EIGHT HAVE YOU EVERS
Have you ever dated one of your best friends: Nope....wanted to.
Have you ever been arrested? No. Got a citation once for loitering.
Have you ever been on tv? I don't think so.
Have you ever yelled at someone in public? Yes. I almost did it last night to these an old couple making out in the theater (loudly and no doubt having an affair.)
Have you ever purposefully teased? I'm sure, but I don't make a practice out of it....unless I know the person. In that case it's endearment.
Have you ever done drugs of any sort? Some wacky tabacky
Have you ever been in love? Of course....looking forward to it again.
Have you ever lied? Yep

SEVEN THINGS YOU ARE WEARING:
1. WC sweatshirt
2. jewelery
3. socks
4. black yoga pants
5. underwear
6. bra
7. watch

SIX THINGS YOU'VE DONE TODAY:
1. purse party
2. grocery shopping
3. walked the dog
4. talked on the phone
5. listed Steeler tickets on eBay
6. emailed

FIVE PEOPLE TO WHOM YOU CAN TELL ANYTHING:
1. Paige
2. My sister
3. I actually have quite a few close friends I can tell
4. My dog
5. My journal (I know it's not a person, but whatever)

FOUR THINGS ON YOUR MIND:
1. Moving
2. Falling in love
3. Writing the book
4. Making more money

THREE CHOICES:
1. hot or cold: HOT
2. black or white: Black....have you seen my wardrobe?
3. chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate most definitely

TWO THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE
1. Swim the English Channel or with dolphins
2. Become published

ONE THING YOU REGRET
1. I don't really regret anything. Maybe not keeping up with swimming. I'd definitley be in a lot better shape.

Short Quips

2005-12-15T23:52:00.000-05:00

Lazy. That's what I've been about blogging. But enough about my reasons and my catching up on what I've been doing. This isn't an itinerary...for the most part.

I did some shopping today. The first really this season. I'm not usually this far behind with Christmas shopping, but this year I can't seem to get into the spirit. One thing that drives me crazy about mall parking lots--I HATE when people go the wrong way in the aisle. How freakin' hard is it to read the arrows? Look at the way the cars are putting? I saw this woman today go down the wrong way to get into a handicapped space. Now these spaces are obviously close to the entrance making it even more difficult to cut the turn to get into the space correctly. THEN she drives through the two (narrowly) spaced HC signs to the other space which now makes her pointing out of the space yet STILL in the wrong direction. Fucking women drivers (ha! that was for the men who read this...heh.)
The clerk who checked me out today smelled like onions. BO maybe? Or hoagie onions --which is not much of a difference. Yet, she was wearing a wedding band. Not that I want to get married, but Jesus. She smelled like fucking onions and some guy found her. Note to self: buy onions.

2-hour delay tomorrow. That's why I love teaching.

My sister and her man broke up right before Thanksgiving. Long story, but in the end it definitely was for the best. So I asked my mom the other day while decorating "Did she buy him a stocking last year?" Mom couldn't remember. I'll venture to say yes. Why you ask? Because I'm a firm believer in when you buy a stocking for a boy you're dating...it's the kiss of death. Everytime I've purchased a stocking for a boyfriend, he never made it to the next Christmas (sometimes that particular Christmas.)

I swam yesterday with my team. Just at the end and then a little with a few that decided to stay late. In my effort to not "look slow" and appear to be out of shaper (yes I have a warped sense of what I look like) I hauled ass in the pool. Yeah. I'm old...because I can hardly move.

Funny fall of the week....down the bus steps. Huge bruise on my arm and a really sore back. Ouch, but typical. I'm actually surprised I haven't broken anything at this point in my life. I think because I expect to fall, I don't worry about it too much--therefore not hurting myself too badly. Shit I feel like I just wrote a theorm for geometry class. What was that little three dot triangle thing again?

Dropped my phone. UGH! I'm so pissed. I have 3 months until my plan is up. I have insurance but I'm being cheap and not wanting to spend the $50 to get a new one. The screen no longer lights up so I need to be near a light to see who I'm dialing. Texting is a bitch. Why do you pay $5 a month for insurance and then you have to pay $50 to get a phone? Hello?? I pay the insurance?
I know I'll end up getting a phone tomorrow. Fuck.

I'm not even really excited about New Year's this year. I don't know what it is. I'm looking forward to hanging out with friends, but not to the whole hooplah of going out. Buying a new outfit (some variation of black sweater and jeans I'm sure.) Maybe something crazy will happen this year.

I think that's all on this post. I have some more.

No Time at All

2005-12-08T00:26:00.000-05:00

It's not that I've been lazy about posting, it's just that I've been extremely busy. And, my computer time has been spent researching digital cameras. Ugh, the bargain hunt. Sometimes I have such an obsession with getting the best price that I end up procrastinating the purchase. I don't know much about digital cameras to begin with so I'm worried that I'm not getting the right one for me. I've pretty much decided on the Canon SD 450. Anyway...
I've also been at the grocery store and cooking all week. Heading away for the weekend to Deep Creek. I volunteered to get the food (for 16-18 people mind you.) It's been a big challenge, but actually pretty fun. I'm just about finished with all the prep work. Goal was to get everything ready so that all we have to do is heat things up. I won't bore you with the list of things that I made, but I'll give you the brief with 4 gallons of chili, 40 cupcake sized cheesecakes, etc. A lot, but I've done it. (How do you IronChef?)

Fighting off a cold and I have a feeling I'm going to get it this weekend. I hope not. As long as I'm okay to get my massage on Saturday morning, I don't mind.
I would love to get into a major post, but it's 12:26 and I need to get up by 6. Hopefully, because I'll be done with all the prep and packing tomorrow, I'll get to the post I want to.

I smell a snow day on Friday....I'm hoping for only a 2-hour delay. Ah, I love winter.

Sea-sons-of Looovvvee...

2005-11-28T22:33:00.000-05:00

Thanks for you comments on the Big Reveal of Buckner. After discussing it with Buckner, he didn't think I was fair and a little mean. Not my intentions. I hope y'all got the sarcasm in the connotations. If not well, then I'll clairfy a bit.

When referring the the "claiming to be a farmer, living in Fayette City." Long short of it...Buckner didn't match the profile of the guy that was emailing me. I didn't see the connection until much later on....like last week or so. What gave me the clue? The spelling of the word "the." Buckner (Brookease suit or Superman garb) spells it "teh." Consistantly. I knew I loved the Bloodhound Gang for something.
My dealbreakers...well, we all have them. Whether it be the Yankees, Geminis, Vegetarians, Republicans, Bible Beaters or Catlovers...we have them. We use them to upkeep our discriminating taste in potential relationships. Personally, I think it's unique and acceptable. Of course only if it doesn't cross the Hitler rule.
And as for me seeming blah. I remember that conversation on the phone. Friday around 5. I was headed out to happy hour, putting my lipstick on at a stoplight. Distracted more like it. And, quite frankly...I don't really like talking on the phone as much as I used to. I'm also a typical Cancer. Reserved and quiet striking from the side. The phone call directly to me. I don't think I was ready for it yet. However it was my choice to give my number out. (Rather my force...keeping my guard up makes me have to force myself to do the normal dating process.)
All in all...sorry if I offended you Buckner. I actually thought I paid you a compliment. I thought it was rather nifty that you remained a mystery. Not creepy. Nifty. And, the birth of you blog was a true blessing. (Now ain't that in the Christmas spirit!)

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It's been a week. What have I been doing? I don't really know. A lot of going out and a lot of mischeif. I'm done going out in this shithole for a while. Maybe the last day of school before Christmas break, but in all honesty I'd rather sit around with the people I want to see.
Thanksgiving was good. The usual. We ate. I tried to stay awake before my grandparents left. I almost made it...I did have to get up and run and say goodbye. I took a nap. Ate. Felt lazy. Just like everyone else.
Despite the previous comment, I'm not quite in the Christmas spirit. I decorated my classroom, but have failed to do any decorating at home. Maybe it's the weather? Maybe it's my blah attitude right now.
I did go and see Rent yesterday. It was good. I was in a sappy mood to begin with so as soon as Seasons of Love started (like the first 5 seconds of the movie) I started tearing up. Funny thing is...I've never even seen it on Broadway. I knew the gist of what happened, but none of the fine details. It reminded me of Fame a little which is good because I love that movie. I'd like to see it again, but I'll probably wait until it's a rental or at the cheapies. I went by myself. I don't mind that now, but it was torture trying to get used to it. Though, yesterday I felt like everyone was looking at me thinking, "Poor girl. She's all alone." A lot of highschool kids in there. I was surprised at their reactions to the movie. The were snickering in the beginning when the men kissed (remember where I live folks.) But as the movie went on became eerily quiet. Okay. So they might have been making out in the back row, but I think the sadness of the movie hit them. The fact that the themes are the same regardless of race, religion, preference, etc. Especially because I heard as the credits came up, "Oh my God. *sniff, sniff* I didn't think it was going to be that sad." Maybe a little bit of culture seeped into their podunk minds.
Boy that was pretty deep...I'm usually all, like, about dating, and um, stuff.

I'm thinking of going to see Harry Potter again this weekend. I want to see Walk the Line, too, but I need to see HP again being that I was pretty distracted by the asshole dad next to me. 18 school days until Christmas break. I know it will go fast. My week is already booked.

I've been on my laptop since Wednesday nonstop. Don't I look cute? God, I love this thing! I soooo feel like Carrie Bradshaw now. Hmmm...maybe that's what I need to get me out of this funk. A good dose of Sex and the City.

Something about Jim O'Connor turns me on. He's definitely very good looking, but I like his bumbling, silly personality on "The Life of..." series on the FoodNetwork. He's now my desktop background.

I'm looking to update my links section to include more sections. Got the idea from PastryMom. You can all check out where I lurk.

I Always Feel Like...Somebody's Watchin' Me...

2005-11-21T22:12:00.000-05:00

The Big Reveal.

Those of you that have been reading since the birth of The Girl In the Corner have seen bloggers come and go, comment and rant, tell their tales and what not. It's kinda bizarre the community of friends, aquaintences and "fans" that develop through this medium. I kinda crack up because I have invented images and voices of people that I read and comment. Did you ever think you might have had an encounter with someone before? Are people really connected? Maybe even one of us could fit into the Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon...(I hope you're getting the point.)

Roughly April of this year back in my online dating phase, I met a few people. Lots of winks from NASCAR fans, country bumpkins and creepy old men. Yeah. Clearly by my current dating status, online dating didn't work out so well for me. That's fine. I'm one of those people that believes you're in a time, place and situation for a certain lesson. Boy, that sounds kinda churchy?? I'm thinking more along the lines of Kharmic.
Ennnnywhaaay....In between all the freaks there were a few emails exchanged that were worth emailing back. There was the traveling nurse, AARP, Nunya and the lawyer. (Yes, only a few.) Traveling nurse...well, you can see where that went. AARP...too old and kinda boring. Nunya...unreliable and immature. Lawyer...good emails, one phone call and extinction. I believe the last words were something of "Can I call you back in 20 minutes?" and then well, nothing. Oh well, maybe he found someone else. I've done it with not emailing someone back. Que sera, sera.

But he didn't find someone else.

He found me.

And my dealbreakers. Well, some of them.

So this lawyer quit emailing me because I "outed" him on my blog. Oops. He got skerred because of one of my dealbreakers. Vegetarians. Which isn't necessarily a deal breaker, but that's a whole nuther blog. Maybe we'll bring up deal breakers for the holidays.

This lawyer...well written, educated, funny, employed. Not so bad on paper. Only saw this picture of him on his profile. A little skerred, I guess.

Then enters a new commentor/reader of my blog with his own brand new blog. Can you see where I'm going? Funny stuff. Ripping on Fayette county (lovin' it) but a little skerred. Claims he's a farmer. Claims he lives in Fayette City. An alias. (Maybe a little skerrrrrrrred.

But who is this new fan? Who is this cocky, witty, bold and boisterous man?

I'll give you a hint...he ripped off his stiff blue pin stripe, gold tie, forward point French cuff and kicked off his Johnston Murphy's and became...

Buckner.

Yep folks. One in the same. A modern day Superman. Batman. Captain Underpants.

Bizarre...I wondered who this Buckner was. Had I returned to the emails from the lawyer, I would have noticed the pattern in the writing. (Good thing I don't work for CSI.)

Turns out he "wilted under the pressure" of meeting up and being hashed out on the blog.

I was a victim of Googling.

Googled and he read the part about deal breaking and offending a vegetarian by chomping on a big juicy steak. Sorry pal, but I did conquer my fear in writing...being honest. (Not easy and I'm still not totally good at it--tangent story.)

What good has come out of being a victim of a Google? What good has come out of hashing out dates on a blog? What good has come out of being a voyeur and providing things to be voyeured?

Buckner.
Buckner and I spent quite a few hours between Friday night and Saturday morning with some email clues and games.
(Buckner did it. He Googled me with the PC in the Study.)

So there it is folks. Season finale, mystery solved.

Looking forward to the new site, Buckner...if that's who you really are??? Muuuahhhhhahahahhahahaahahhahha....

Lazy Day Catch Up

2005-11-20T23:42:00.000-05:00

I have a lot to write about. However, I'm recovering from a late night weekend and don't have the full energy to do so.

Few things...Saw the new Harry Potter...EXCELLENT. (except for the asshole father next to me who talked to his child the whole time)
Watched The Five People You Meet In Heaven. So good. I read the book this summer. It's quite a tearjerker, but in a good way. I like movies that make me cry anyway.

Big scoop...the reveal of Buckner. That post to come soon. Bizarre, but a great story. Until then, chomp on this for a little while.

Compliments of Cags
More wacky questions....

Peanut butter: Smooth or crunchy? smooth

Toilet roll: Under or over? usually under

Wanking: One hand or two? one or none...cyberwabbit. heh, heh

Doing up jeans: Button then zip or zip then button? zip, then button. If I button first, I often forget to zip

Peanut butter: In fridge or out? ew...cold peanut butter? definitely out

Religion: Rate yourself on the scale of practicing (10) to atheist (0)? i don't practice. I try to pray at night but usually end up falling asleep in the middle of.....zzz

Toilet Seat: Up or down? down...what the hell do I need it up for?

Late nights or early rising? LATE night...which does not work when I need to be an early riser

Soap: Share or not? Sharing only if it's liquid.

If you had a million dollars, what would you do with your time? Lay on the beach and write

What do you do for fun? hang out with friends, movies, read, write

What do you do for work? teach

Where do you see yourself in 5 years? no clue...everytime I plan, it never works out. I'd rather be surprised.

What would your best friend say about you? I'm loyal, funny, daring and genuine

When was the last time you lied to someone? Probably last night.

How often do you have sex? this rate....never.

What do you read? chic-lit, online news, blogs, entertainment magazines

What music do you listen to? everything...though I really don't like Guar-esque music

What do you look for in a partner? pulse...oh wait...intelligence, compassion, honesty, individualism, selflessness

Are you a smoker? former

Do you have any weird habits? I like things to be alphabatized, I don't like to step on manholes or grates on a sidewalk (and will avoid them at all costs) my sheets have to be straight and tight before I go to sleep

Have you been overseas? Yes...England, France, Germany, Belgium, Amsterdam

What can you not stand in a partner? deceit, competition, patronizing comments

What are your dealbreaker questions? Men who don't like dogs...I'm sure there are others

How have you spent the last few years? Internalizing and getting my "self" back

What's the most fascinating thing about you? I can almost always give a song lyric to any conversation, and the other...well wouldn't you like to know?

If we had an argument how would we settle it? honestly....probably a little yelling and then compromise

What are you most proud of in your life? The good friends I've aquired and kept.

A train is about to hit 20 people. On the other track there is one person. Do you flick the switch and send the train down the other track? hmm...that's a tough one. I'd probably flick the switch, but jump to get the one person out of the way.

The Worst of It

2005-11-17T19:12:00.000-05:00

I stole from Lesterhead and BrooklynJay...but I too love questionnaires

1) What is your least favorite color? Royal Blue

2) What is your worst day of the week? Tuesday...I sometimes get Mondays off!

3) What food makes you want to yack? Anise oil or anchovies

4) Least favorite alcohol: Hennessey

5) Worst movie you've ever seen: Wag the Dog

6) Biggest pet peeve: Misuse of a 50 cent word. Ex: "Your email address is your name followed by the AMPERSAND blah, blah .com." Hello idiot? That's the AT sign. If you don't know how to use a word, don't.

7) Worst music: Ska

8) Worst actor: Keanu Reeves

9) Worst actress: Tara Reid

10) Shittiest job: Waitress at Benjamin's in Richmond. (Seriously dirtier than the Canal St stop in NYC. I made it two shifts and never picked up my paycheck.

11) Shittiest co-worker: Currently? Hmmm...the one that let's their kids run fucking crazy. And an aid who thinks they own the God damned place.

12) Lamest animals: worms

13) Worst pick-up line (received or used): "I'm a chiropractor. Have you ever been adjusted before? Call me and we'll set up an appointment." (Gross)

14) Worst household chore: Taking out the garbage or recycling.

15) Shittiest historical figure: Dubya or that FEMA guy.

16) Worst place you've been to: A Wal-Mart in Kansas

17) A place you'd never 'be caught dead in': living in a trailer or in bed with a Mormon.

18) Worst TV show: FearFactor

19) Most useless sport: Curling

20) Worst candy: Banana Runts or chocolate with a date in it. Yuk.

21) Worst feeling: being ignored....or leaving the house/school wondering if I left something on (curling iron, tartburner, etc.)

22) Least favorite type of clothing: pantyhose

23) Least favorite body part: ass cracks

24) Least favorite restaurant (or fast food): Garfields

25) Worst month: March...I don't like rainy days.

Who's Lookin' at You, Kid?

2005-11-16T23:21:00.000-05:00

So I'm totally cracking up. I just installed a site meter on my blog. Pretty cool. You can see how many times your blog has been viewed, etc...as well as how or from where someone entered your blog (page links.) So I'm scrolling through the pages and see my usual readers....then I come upon a link that has something like "fuks.drunk.mardigrasgirls." So fucking funny. My blog apparently comes up on a search of drunk Mardi Gras girls. It also comes up on a search of Julia Roberts social class. Funny...so apparently someone looking for drunk Mardi Gras girl pictures read my Mardi Gras recap. Probably not what they were looking for...ha!

Swimteam season is only 3 days in and I just know I'm going to be exhausted. I didn't get home tonight until 5 til 9 (had a few other things to do) and I missed all but the last 5 minutes of ANTM. Shit. I guess I'll have to watch it next week on Tuesday (well, tape it at least...no I don't have DVR. I'm lame.)

Pay day is in two days. I don't normally look forward to pay day as I'm one of those people that charges everything and pays it off at the end of the month. I'm usually pretty good about keeping a running tally in my head. But, after paying my credit card bill today I thought, where the fuck did all my money go? Yet, I forgot. I haven't been reimbursed for my expenses for the clinic I went to and travel check will be nice as well. Plus, I get paid for the first season of coaching. All will be going to savings. Finally, I have a savings. Funny, my forecast for the month said there would be some financial woes. (And, Cags, I recently found Susan Miller. Bizarre?? Are the tides bringing us together, oh Zorphie?)

Well, I will say I'm glad I'm writing more. I'm looking forward to getting the ball rolling on some other projects that have collected much dust.

Last but not least...I had my dog groomed today. They put a rainbow scarf on him. He's rockin' his Gay Pride. Being that he looks like Stan's dog in the South Park cartoon, all I could think was "Don't be gay, Sparky. Don't be gay." That's alright. You can be gay Neville.

That's Because You're a Cancer...

2005-11-14T23:28:00.000-05:00

So strange...my old roomate used to say these words all the time. "That's because you're a -insert astro sign here-." People thought she was crazy, but I think there's a lot of worth to her statements. Lesterhead had a posting about horoscopes and I thought I'd elaborate. Those of you who know me personally or from reading I'm sure have seen random posts about my horoscope and how I tend to tailor my days towards it. I know...crazy, but true. (And I'm done linking and looking through my archives.)
Anyway. The past roomie (who ironically just started blogging and this topic came up) turned me on to the astrological way a little more than I already was. Truthfully, I think for the most part, your sun sign is pretty acurate. I'm a typical cancer...(I know...but this page won't let me cut and paste.)
Okay...so I'm having some trouble with blogger, so I'm going to leave you with this for right now. Do you think you match your sign for the most part? If you're a Cancer and feel you don't match the "typical" parts, read this one. I haven't explored the other signs on that link, but I think for the most part people generally match the traits of their sign.
What do you use these for? Me? Dating. Dealing with people. I even used it my first year of teaching to group my students. I definitely will steer clear from any Gemini or Aquarian men to date. Been there, done that...never again. Too much conflict and neglect. I will say I usually gravitate toward water sign people (Cancers, Scorpios and Pisces) though I do have really close friends of different signs. (You didn't think I'd descriminate based upon your sun sign, didja?)
Alright...I have to go to bed. I'll leave you all of that to chew on and continue tomorrow.

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Laguna Beach was sad....but I'm looking forward to The Hills (L.C.'s new show!!)

Another Fallen Soldier

2005-11-11T11:13:00.000-05:00

Bet you expected a Veteran's Day posting?? Come on guys...you know me better than that.

Plans to go out after work were much needed after conferences and well...a crazy week. So a few of us head out, have some wine. I'm doing well. I have to be up by 7:30 to "get my wig busted" at 8:00. One drink an hour. Very proud of myself. Then it all went downhill.

I think it's when someone starts buying my drinks. When that happens apparently I think, well...I've only purchased 3 glasses of wine (drank 6) and well, you know my usual performance.
Me getting stupid drunk has these has to include one or more of the following things:
1. Singing in a foreign language.
2. Giving my phone number out.
3. Throwing myself at someone.
4. Puking somewhere strange.
5. Falling.
6. Waking up in strange PJ's (or never making it into my PJ's)
7. Passing out somewhere strange.
8. Catching something on fire.
9. Makin' out.
10. Thinking the things I do are "a really good idea."

Well...let's just say that no fire department needed to be called and I didn't do my impression of 99 Luft Balloons. Where do I go wrong? I don't know. It was all so good until I switched to beer. I ended up furiously flirting with a few different people (including a co-worker.) Then after all in all of my flirting, slurring, and endless talking...I left.

And that's where....Another Fallen Soldier was seen.

Me.

Falling out the front door of the bar. (Gracefully, I'm sure.)

So after I peeled myself off the sidewalk and made it home...I puked. In my backyard. (Seemed "like a good idea at the time.") And best of that...after getting my hair done this morning, the grass cutter was here. Nice.

So on this Veteran's Day. Remember this fallen soldier.

*If you want the detailed version...email me and I'll decide who's privy to the scoop! A girl's gotta have some secrets...

I Hear the Crickets

2005-11-10T07:37:00.000-05:00

*Creek, creek. Creek, creek*
Cold and kinda rainy....this is a day I wish I could just stay in bed. After walking Neville, I certainly don't want to get in the shower and go to work. Good news! I'm getting a Christmas gift early. A laptop....yea! Should be getting in around Thanksgiving (as my sister has to bring it home...purchasing it in Delaware made it tax free.)
Off to Richmond this weekend to see Christy. I haven't been down there for quite a while now. I still wonder what my life would be like had a I stayed-and actually been able to get a real job - down in VA. Hmmph.
Booked my tickets to Mardi Gras this past week. Renee is coming this year. Watch out NOLA...you should see the damage we did in the DR! I'm sure there will be stories...

So many movies I want to see in the next couple of weeks. Jarhead (yes, Dan-I too would like to see neked Jake,) Rent, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire...I'm sure there are more, but I can't think.

Oh....and how about the pirates off the coast of Somalia??? WHAT? One of the guys at work told me...I seriously thought he was joshin' me. I know they had grenade launchers, but I still picture them with eye patches, hoop earrings and a shiny knife. Arrrggg!

Alright. Enough procrastinating. I guess I'll get ready for work.

Happy Halloween! It's Scary to Hear from Me....

2005-10-31T21:57:00.000-05:00

Oh my....I haven't blogged forever. I don't know why except that I have been extremely tired and not focused enough to sit down and reflect. Probably what is affecting the stress pain in my neck as well.

Now...where did I leave off? The usual I guess.
Status Update:
Job: 44 down...and that was the slowest part of the year. Wow! I'm amazed how fast the first 9 weeks has gone.

Coaching: 1 season down, 1 to go....that's the long one.

Living Arrangements: Do I need to comment? At least I cleaned out my closet (thoroughly) last week. Next step...getting rid of knickknack crap that I don't want anymore.

Body: Down 10 pounds. Many more to go, but I'm getting there.

Mental: A little stressed, but not too bad. Much better than last year at this time.

Emotional: A little blah. One more reason I haven't blogged. No inspiration. I'm just kinda "there" right now.

Dating: HA! Yeah right. Put that on my Christmas list.

Okay...so I'm feeling a little more inspired now. Maybe I'll write more later on tonight, but probably tomorrow. Laguna is on in 3 minutes...

Testing, Testing...

2005-10-23T20:53:00.000-05:00

I'm still here. I just can't catch up on the exhaustion. Be back in full swing in a couple days.

Testing, Testing...

2005-10-23T20:48:00.000-05:00

I'm still here. I just can't catch up on the exhaustion. Be back in full swing in a couple days.

Away Time

2005-10-11T22:33:00.000-05:00

Looking forward to going away this week/weekend. I still need to get a ton of shit ready for my sub, but I think I have it under control. Coach's conferrence. It won't be a totally relaxing time away as I will be sitting in on classes to learn how to coach better, but nonetheless...it will be away. It's just what the doctor ordered (or rather my card reader.) Don't know if I'll have access (or time being that I'll be in class from 1-10 on Thursday) to the net. If I do and I'm bored, I'll blog. I'm looking forward to hobnobbing with some excellent coaches (and hopefully a few hotties as well.) The biggest thing...3 nights at the Hilton with my own king sized bed. Won't be as nice as the HeavenlyBed at the Westin, but it will be nice. 'Til Sunday....be sure to say nice things about me.

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I guarantee that something big will happen while I'm away and I'll miss everything. Don't do anything fun when I'm gone. I hate to miss a party.

As usual, I"m still not packed.

A Way with Words

2005-10-09T21:56:00.000-05:00

I am alive (I'm sure you all were concerned.) I've just been chasing my tail for the past 3 weeks. I feel like I'm more ahead of my work, yet I'm running out of time to notice. I definitely need a day to myself. Don't see that coming up anytime soon, however.
Went on Saturday and got a massage for $30. Pretty damn good price and it was good. Not as good as the Dominican woman that worked me over on the beach, but still pretty good. Two strange things. First...this was the first massage I've received from a man. I was a little nervous as you definitely reveal all your flaws being almost totally exposed, but I threw caution to the wind and whatever. Weird thing #1. When rolling over from stomach to back he just lifted the sheet and held it up and told me to roll over (exposing Girl's ta-tas. He was holding it so he couldn't see me, but wait...I could see him??) #2. While massaging shoulders (while on my back) he massaged lower than my shoulders, not my ta-tas...but pretty damn close! I was nervous to open my eyes and look at him and giggle. I asked my friend Katie if he did the same weird things with her. The sheet transfer/flip-yes. The "chest" massage--kinda. She didn't think he was that close. We decided that he must be gay and not care. Uh...no. Katie's boy Matt was after us and in conversation he found out otherwise. But, I do have to admit I was having impure thoughts at that point. I just hope there wasn't a strange smirk on my face. Dirty Girl...

Though it seems from my previous post I might have an admirer in the comment section. *Sigh* Anonymous. Whether it just was a reference to the Lyle Lovett song or a poetic gesture...it is much appreciated.

And for Broccoli Rabe...I think he would earn that nickname for being a vegetarian. Kind of a crunchy granola guy. Laid back with a ponytail. Or maybe this guy....

As you can see though, it's a hot name for a band of drag queens.

Nickname

2005-10-05T06:22:00.000-05:00

I will try to post tonight, but I was thinking of this in the shower this morning....

Doesn't "broccoli rabe" sound like a nickname?

Random Musings.

2005-09-26T21:08:00.000-05:00

Random things to mention....

She really is not attractive at all.

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Finally got my ass back to the pool (to swim in it rather than coach above it.) I feel good, but I know I'm going to be a little sore tomorrow. I tried to the practice that I wrote for a few of my girls today. Now I know why they had that look on their faces.

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Demi and Ashton are hitched and Kenny and Renee are ditched.

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Went to see my friend Renee's baby last week. He is soooo cute. And big. At 2 months he's tipping the scales at 14 lbs. Really cute though...and pleasant. He only cranked once and that's 'cause he was hungry. Her sister Lara is due in January...(expecting another big baby, maybe??)

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My kids at school aren't as bad as last year, but they're really needy. Is it a fair trade? I don't know. It doesn't make me as frustrated (that I want to cry) but, it is really tiring. And annoying.

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Okay...Laguna is on.

Except I Have A Dog

2005-09-25T22:31:00.000-05:00

Okay...so I've been really busy with school, swimteam and getting caught up on sleep. Went to Homecoming this weekend. It was nice. A little hot, but beautiful. Saw some people from the past, but not as many as I expected. Show ups from SigKap...my sorority daughter, Jenn Hogg. And, Nicole Brkich (with her really adorable daughter.) Others were Amber (Nicole's sister and Survivor winner) some AlphaSig brothers (Alaska Dave, Collnis Fobbjong, Nate Williams and Buttercup) and well...I can't really remember anyone else. I've come to the conclusion that the people I look forward to seeing from college are the people I see anyway. I guess I'm kinda fortunate that I do get to see them more often than a random homecoming. Even though the far away ones aren't as often, it's more often than homecoming here and there. Hi Dan. Hi Em. Hi Christy. Hi Ryan. Hi Jen. Hi Everyone else who is far away.

I'm stealing the rest of this from Jay's Blog. I'll try to post more this week...I just have to get a little more organized and a little more sleep.

The below is from a personality test from www.TheNerve.com I didn't take it on there, but have taken many, many before. I commented on Jay's about being an ENFP and he posted the results of an ENFP (Extroverted, Intuitive, Feeling, Perceiving.)
To continue on with Jay's discussion... is this the reason of my dating schema of life? Can this be a useful dating tool?

"The Social Philosopher"

ENFP General
You believe life is abundant, love is plentiful, and creativity is always within your grasp. If God combined the bouncing energy of a cocker spaniel with the enthusiasm of a couple on their honeymoon, God would still be only halfway to duplicating your insatiable zest for life.

ENFP when in love

“Puppy love” is a good term for describing your take on romance: fun, frisky, playful, cuddly, and young at heart. No matter what your age or how many times your heart has been broken, you are an eternal optimist when it comes to love. You are not someone who proceeds cautiously when you meet someone you find attractive. You are likely to fall passionately in love-or at least lust- quickly, spontaneously, and with total abandon. Holding something back for later is a concept you can’t quite grasp, especially when it comes to the joy of creating a new and exciting relationship. Yes, COMMITMENT can scare you. That one word may explain why you are still single at thirty, forty, fifty, or beyond. But you love, absolutely love, the concept of intimacy, sharing, and relationships. If only you could find that special one, you would be set for life.

ENFP where to meet

Where can you meet a Social Philosopher? Social Philosophers enjoy stimulating conversation and interesting people, and, like the Idealistic Philosopher and Mystic Writer, favor activities that revolve around psychology, philosophy, the arts, and helping others. Unlike Idealistic Philosophers and Mystic Writers, Social Philosophers seize every opportunity for social contact. They love the spotlight and are known to be excellent teachers and public speakers. Social Philosophers also routinely attend art gallery openings, wine tastings, fund-raisers, concerts, lectures, and plays. They may also be members of The Single Gourmet-a dining club for singles with sophisticated tastes.

Not sure I'm that crazy about that last statement . Kinda screams "Spinnster the Cat-Woman."

Except I have a dog.

********UPDATE************

I just took the personality test on Nerve. According to this, I've changed a little bit. I'm now an ESFJ (Extroverted Sensing Feeling Judger) which to me seems sorta like synonyms to ENFP. However...here is the results of this one. (Now I know I'm going to be all over the net looking for personality tests.)

ESFJ general
On those stressful days, we can thank God for that most wonderful of creatures – the one who nurtures and helps us unwind – the Dutiful Host. You are the gracious one, the master of ceremonies who delights in serving others and making sure they are well fed and well cared for. When it comes to hosting any social occasion – a birthday party, an anniversary celebration, or a bar mitzvah – you can barely contain your excitement. As soon as the date for such an event is announced, your mind is already going a hundred miles a minute – planning, organizing, and thinking about how much fun you and your guests are going to have.
ESFJ when in love
As a master host, one of your fondest dreams is making your wedding a smashing success: a cornucopia of people, food, music, and laughter – a lasting testament to your lifelong partnership. Before you get to the wedding stage, you will probably experience a rousing and sometimes conflict-ridden relationship with your beloved. You are the type of person who is not shy about expressing your emotions in a relationship. Whether you are singing the praises of love or barking out resentments and criticisms, rest assured, your partner will know you are there.
ESFJ where to meet
The Dutiful Host is a natural at taking care of others. You will usually find them working as schoolteachers, nurses, receptionists, as well as hosts and hostesses in restaurants, nightclubs, and other locales. An excellent way to become acquainted with a Dutiful Host is to work or volunteer at the sites where they are helping others: hospitals, schools, mental health clinics, and churches. You can also meet Dutiful Hosts wherever fine food, drink, and people are present: restaurants, wine-tasting clubs, rotating singles dinner parties, cooking classes, bar mitzvahs, and weddings.

Except I have a dog...

Fly Paper

2005-09-19T11:05:00.000-05:00

I should be in bed at this point, but after checking my phone...I had to write this now.

Fly paper...catches flies. But, you always end up with a mosquito.

I decided to go out in town this weekend. One-to meet up with my friend Angie who was in town. And, two-the golf tournament was this weekend and it usually brings a crowd out at the bars. (I know, I know...why are you still trying to meet people in bars? I'm not...I just decided to go out and socialize.) And I did meet someone. Many people. Between two...which one do you think is the crazy one?

38 year old man who buys and sells golf courses related to (semi) famous baseball player

or

25 year old, tattooed horror film make-up artist/artist with this web site?

If you picked choice #2...you'd be dead wrong (no pun intended.) Jay, you'll probably like this site...good art work.

It just shows....you can't judge a book by it's cover.

As I'm out I'm introduced to golf guy I think...eh, he's alright. A little old and not really my type, but I'm not looking to take anyone home. (And he's buying me drinks...so I'll keep talking, right?) I introduce myself to "old guy" next to me and tattoo guy sitting next to him because tattoo guy is wearing a cool bracelet. In conversation I find out where golf guy lives and in his constant name dropping conversation mentions a name of a family. While talking to old guy, he mentions the same family. I tell old guy to talk to golf guy because he lives near this family and b-line to the bathroom. As I come back, golf guy corners me in the hallway...
"Don't tell anyone where I live, okay?!"
"Whoa, buddy...take it easy. Whatever?" and I walk away. I go back into the bar and tell Angie I've just been chastised by golf guy for mentioning where he lives. Hello?? Not like we live in NYC where there are millions of people? Someone probably knows where you live. Anyway...golf guy comes back in and apolgizes for saying that to me, but apparently his parents catch a lot of crap for their (semi) famous other son. I tell him "sorry" but no need to chastise me and if he has a problem with that, DON'T give out your address and/or if you do, don't be so fucking vague and tell that person to keep it under wraps. (It's not like he's Brad Pitt's brother...Christ!) Anyway...I'm annoyed and talk to tattoo guy and b-s the rest of the night with golf guy becoming annoyed that I'm talking to other people. (hello, psycho?) Golf guy continues to try to impress me with name dropping, talking about how much money he makes and referencing (semi) famous brother. So I tell him that "I'm not impressed by how much you make-I have my own money (ha...kinda.) Are you bitter about your brother because you seem to be harbouring a bit of animosity towards him? and Does he still even play? *cough* washed up *cough*
He mills back and forth from the bar. Angie leaves. I'm left with the bartender leaning over telling me that "that guy is weird!" and "Don't leave by yourself. We'll have someone walk you out." Great...now I've managed to pick up jobless people, losers, assholes...but this is the first for a psycho. So tattoo guy offers to walk me out by giving me disclaimer that "I'm not some crazy guy, okay?" Somehow...I believe him. So tattoo guy walks me out and as we turn around we see golf guy peering across the other parking lot across the street. I hop in tattoo guy's car and he drives me to mine. Thanks tattoo guy...I owe ya one.

Now....this is my fault. Prior to all the psychoness, I gave golf guy my phone number. (I know, I know...but I'm trying to get back into dating, people!) Though I did give him my famous disclaimer of "I may not answer. No, I don't want your number because I don't call people. If I don't feel like talking to you tomorrow, I simply won't answer. I'm fickle and that's how it is." So golf guy calls...this morning...at 9:00. Um, hello? Don't you know the 3-day rule? Every other asshole does! (psycho tendency #2)
He then leaves a message....long message. Too long for even my best friend to leave. "This is "golf guy" a friend of blah, blah. We met last night. I'm a little concerned because you did a little disappearing act on me (get the hint Crazy) and I'm just hoping you're okay."

You would think he'd stop there....You'd think.

"I'm hoping you got home okay. This is "golf guy." "Golf guy" (psycho tendency #3 repeating name) Give me a call at 888-888-8888. That's 888-888-8888. (repeater) I'm really concerned.

You would think he'd stop maybe here...You'd think.

"I'm on my way to get some more CASH out. (Oh - no - he - di'nt) Then I'm heading to the coffee shop to get some iced tea because I don't drink coffee, ya know. Then I'm heading up to the golf tournament on this beautiful Sunday. Please give me a call. I look forward to hearing from you. PLEASE call me. PLEASE."

What the fuck? Are you kidding me? So I saved the message (to let all my friends listen.) And, I saved his number and labeled it "Crazy" so I would know if he called again. And he did. Tonight at 10:12 to be exact. Then I get a text from Angie. "That guy...calling (her friend blah, blah.) I'll explain tomorrow." Jesus. Aren't there any normal people out there? I think I'm going back to my boxed wine, SATC DVDs and pj pants.

Like I said...you can catch a lot of flies with fly paper, but you always end up with a mosquito on there as well.

I (Heart) Fridays.

2005-09-16T05:11:00.000-05:00

Can I tell you how happy I am that it's Friday? Teacher In-Service day (no kids.) Casual clothes (though I wore jeans yesterday, too because it was the last day of the week with kids. heh heh.) Visiting with Emily. No alarm in the morning. Well, except Neville when he has to go out...but I can go back to sleep after that. Yippee!! (I'm holding on to Saturday mornings until mid-November when swimteam practice will begin.)

May even head up to the golf tournament this weekend.

Have a good weekend!!!

So Tired...

2005-09-13T20:42:00.000-05:00

So swim team practice after school is totally kicking my ass. Mainly it's because I'm standing on my feet for another 2 hours in a room that's about 95 degrees with 110% humidity. Add that to standing on my feet from 8:15-3:30 in my room. Plus, fighting this cold isn't helping either. This is where I think teacher's attire should change from business casual to a "gym teacher" type uniform. How I would give to wear a cute pair of gym pants, t-shirt and hoody with tennis shoes. Tomorrow will be worse because after practice, I'll have to change back to teacher clothes for "Meet the Teacher" night. How many parents will show up this year? Who knows. Last year I had FOUR parents out of 24. We'll have to take bets in the hallway again. Wait, didn't I say I wouldn't talk about work?

Emily is in Pittsburgh and we'll be meeting up with her on the Southside this weekend. Good times. Joining us in the Burgh will be her boyfriend, Sunny and I'm assuming her sisters, too. Oh party with the Klein girls. An adventure as always. Hopefully more juicy stories. I'm gonna bring my camera. Speaking of cameras....I'm looking to buy a digital (instead of borrowing my dad's.) Can anyone suggest a decent one? Not sure what I want to spend....I'm thinking somewhere between 200 and 300??

I'm excited for some movies to come out. In Her Shoes is coming out and I've read that book. Also Shopgirl. Shopgirl wasn't a great book, but for once....I've read these books BEFORE the movie has come out. I'm usually reading books after the movie comes out. Though, sometimes I prefer it that way. Lazy character picture. I like to have some idea what they look and sound like without deciding on my own. I know, pathetic. But, I don't mind.

And speaking of reading...I'm off to read some Spanish (Estoy apagado leer algún Español) and reread Harry Potter 4.

adiós y buenas noches

So I'm Back...From Outer Space!

2005-09-12T17:14:00.000-05:00

Updates...updates...okay, okay. I'm back.

I've been sooooo busy. I've begun coaching swim team so I don't get home until about 5:30 now. I know, normal people work that late, but I don't. I'm a teacher for a reason. Plus, I now go into school at 7...so that makes for a long day. I will say I'm pretty far ahead on my copies and plans so that's a good thing. Enough about work...back to the good stuff. Me, right?

The weekdays are pretty uneventful for me now. I'm trying to stick to going out one day a week (Saturdays) in order to save money and with practice on Fridays and soon to be Saturday mornings, I don't feel like going out.

Saturday Renee threw a bachelorette party for a highschool friend and offered to me to tag along. Sure. Why not? Brides usually attract the men. Well, the bride never even made it out. She puked and passed out in the hotel room. In good spirit Renee grabbed the veil with the devil ears attached to it, slapped it on her head and we headed out. Now...I'm usually the one that makes fun of the people who wear those goofy veils, but because Renee isn't getting married, it was pretty fun. "Congratulations!!" people yelled as Renee turned around to yell back, "thanks!!" Ha! Good times. Her justification- "I probably won't get to wear a real veil, so I may as well pose with one for the night!" I think you'll wear a real one Renee. I just hope it's not the funeral one like I'll be wearing. We hit the Southside by storm and had a blast. And got blasted. Also...the weekend before when I was out in Uniontown, I actually saw two good looking guys. Then out that night in Pittsburgh...I saw them again! So in my drunken bravery I said to the one, "Hey. I know you. Well, not really but I saw you out last weekend. In Uniontown." (Smooth one, Girl.) So I asked where the one was from...BelleVernon. Yeah. I knew it. Couldn't have been from Uniontown. So he waved on the way out. That's my lame attempt to pick up a guy.
I caught a crappy cold this week, too. I usually make it to Halloween, but I'm hoping this will be the last until maybe January.

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Other updates. I can't believe how many dumb things I've read that our gov't has done. I'm sure you've read all of the stuff, too. If not, check out the links on Jay's blog.

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Goals before the end of the year....

1. Get skinny (isn't that everyone's?)
2. Save half of my vacation money for next summer.
3. Go on a date.
4. Be able to speak more Spanish....and send an email to Javi in Spanish. Trabajo en lo!
5. Have really awesome New Year's plans.

Okay...I'm off to make dinner. Maybe I'll think of something else to blog tonight.

I Need Some Drama From Yo Mama.

2005-09-05T21:36:00.000-05:00

Why can't life be like it is on Laguna Beach? Cute guys, excellent fashion and drama. I can't even get a life full of drama these days. I guess I am out of highschool.

Renee and I went out last night with good intent on meeting guys and a lame result. We instead amused ourselves by playing "Who would you take home if you absolutely had to?" and then "Pick the ugliest guy out of the bar and take him home" games. And, of course giving nicknames to everyone there. First off...where are the people our age? (Sorry Renee...I'm grouping you into the 29 year-old right now.) It's not even that we're that much older it's that everyone out in a bar is just 21 or 22. You say, "well maybe you shouldn't be searching in a bar." You're right. But, hey. It was Labor Day weekend and we were taking a chance to see who was out. Where do people in our age group go then? I was out on Friday, Saturday and Sunday (a rare thing for me as I usually stay in with friends) and I swear the average age was 24-only because the girls I was with brought that average up a bit.
What did we end up with on Sunday?? Two lame-ass Army kids on a 4 day leave and one...was wearing...Army issued glasses. Are you kidding me? You mean to tell me you don't own another pair of glasses? I know that Army people have to wear them when they're on the base or whatever, but shit...get a different pair when you go out! And all these guys talked about was how expensive it was to go out and how much they didn't get paid. Um, buddy...the beers at the bar were $1!!! Yes folks...it was a classy place. So Renee and I decided that we miss Punta Cana and men who don't speak English. Looking to go back for 2 weeks next year if Spain doesn't work out.

Other than that school is in full effect. Not too much exciting on that end. I'm actually going to make a point to not discuss work after work hours any more. It ends up consuming me.

Okay...off to read my Spanish book.

the girl in the corner

Friend, Me? Sure! *wink*

Peeking out...

Weird, Scary, Universe

Destiny

Ode to Rand McNally

Off the Top of Your Head

Missed Connection with the Pig Skin

huh

Love Serving 10

Snail Mail

The Most Boring Post Ever

The One: Is it worth it?

Why Is It When the Grass IS Greener....

Some Funnies

Everything happens for a reason??

Sleeping Beauty

This Is the End....Kinda

I've Grown Out of My Blog

Ghosts:Back to the Origin

Ghost: Alone..Carolannnnn

Ghost Moves

First "Sighting"

Ghosts: The Beginning

Nip/Tuck *Spoiler

Repost and Up and Running

Eat My Wake

AC and a Brief Sighting....of Me.

Hiatus, kinda

Very Funny In a Weird Way..

My Spaces and The Things Going On Around Them

A Rolling Stone Gathers....

Sign of the Zodiac Speaking...

We're here to PUMP, YOU UP!

Can Someone Help Me?

After 30

30

Moving On Up....

It's been...

I Hate German Shepherds

Chandelier

13 Days and Looming...

Dogsitting

Poison Ivy

Frankly, I don't give a damn

My Space(s)

I (Heart) Boyfriends

Mini-Cap

Home Owner

The End of TV

Dreams...

House of Cards

I Must Have Been a Dog

Word Cloud

What I Sound Like When I Talk With My Friends

Up All Night, Fool All Day

Girlfriends

Back By Popular Demand

Layin' Low

Coming Soon...

It's that Time of Year....

This is Random Bitch...

The Eve...

Valentine's Day Turd. Updated Version

Secret Valentine?

Shhhhh....It's a Secret

The Case of the Missing Underwear

Waiting for Guffman

Brokeback Mountain Post

A New Game

I'm beat

What I Did Today

Neville On Canvas

Finally a Football Fanatic?

The New Year Low Down

2005 Out, 2006 In

Only in Fayette Co.

The Countdown

Short Quips

No Time at All

Friend, Me? Sure! wink