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.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Ghost: Alone..Carolannnnn
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
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...
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"
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...
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
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.
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
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.
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.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Repost and Up and Running
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.
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.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Eat My Wake
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.
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.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
AC and a Brief Sighting....of Me.
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?
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?
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Hiatus, kinda
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.
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.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
My Spaces and The Things Going On Around Them
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.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
A Rolling Stone Gathers....
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 = ?????????
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 = ?????????
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Sign of the Zodiac Speaking...
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.
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.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
We're here to PUMP, YOU UP!
(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)
by the way....thanks for all the help on revamping my blog! (scoff)
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Can Someone Help Me?
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.
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.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
After 30
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.
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.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
30
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...
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...
Monday, July 03, 2006
Moving On Up....
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.
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.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
It's been...
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.
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.
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