Don't you hate it when that happens? You make plans, nothing gets done and before you know it, months pass like minutes.
On the bright side I have started a few projects and nearly completed some...
The seeds we ordered for the front yard arrived last week and I've done my best to wake up bright and early and dig in the mud, as its rained, stormed and even had two tornado's. I hope they survive the mud and don't get washed away.
Star flowers and Butterfly bushes in shades of purples, pinks and whites with creeping shell vines and hopefully Irish moss once we order it for ground cover.
I've always had an interest in gardening but never lived in a place where I had a yard and indoor plants always die, which makes me sad.
I'm not the type of person who likes to get dirty or doesn't mind getting into mud so at first I had trouble trying to hover over the ground, dig and plant things before my lower back started to hurt and I fell in the mud, having already ruined my pants and shoes I figured may as well continue crawling around and planting stuff.
After several seeds and plants were in the ground I was completely filthy and I didn't mind, I figured I'd panic and bolt for the shower but I actually had fun and there's a lot more work to do.
Now if the weather can keep from destroying them, I'll try to take photos of their progress, may as well make this a learning experience, as I'm pretty sure not all of them will live and it'll most likely be something I did or didn't do.
As for the other things, I have started writing again, a story I first came up with about nine years ago, I was cleaning out my closet, looking for my mp3 player when I found my stack of old notebooks, all literally full of story ideas.
While most of the stories are not that good, I did find the one I wanted to work on and I am having so much fun reviving and fixing it. I can't give any details away just yet but it feels good to be writing again, even if it never sees the light of day, the process is still extremely rewarding.
So, to any other writers out there that are stuck or feeling that empty feeling, don't worry, it'll come to you when you least expect it, isn't that the general rule?
Friday, May 21, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
All I wanted was a snow cone.
I had this weird dream last night, I was in my Pj's and walking around my old house in England when I heard an ice cream truck, so I got excited, thinking I would get a snow cone, the white kind, which tastes like lemon and cherry, my favorite.
I follow the sound thinking "yum yum yum" when I open what I thought was my front door and see this giant eye, its not looking at me but one of its....fingers is. I'm not sure what happened, the finger was frightened and trying to reason, I think.
Then I saw a partially eaten finger and the mouth full of nasty crooked teeth, the eye saw me and I shut the door. My jaw was on the floor, my brain could not register what just happened, the levels of "wrong" had just rebooted my senses.
I snapped out of it when out of no where a pile of fresh snow lands on me, covering me completely. Then I woke up.
Hmm...
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Cooters and Kansas
I've decided the word "Cooter" (Vulgar, yes, I know), always make me laugh.
See, a few months after I first moved to Kansas, I was in the grocery store and in the same isle as me, was a mother and her two young children, a boy and a girl, maybe 6 or 7? Who knows I'm terrible with ages, anyways---
I'm uncomfortable because the kids are scrappin' pretty hard, I mean the girls throwin punches as her brother throws slaps, it was kind of funny but I was worried about it getting close to me, so I went to turn my cart out of the isle when I heard this:
MOM I don't care! You two stop it right now!
BOY She kicked me!
GIRL He--OWWW!!!!
MOM Jason! DO NOT kick your sister in the cooter!
The cart squeaked to a stop and I covered my mouth but I couldn't help but snort laugh, I was in complete disbelief, I had never heard the word Cooter be used in a sentence before and it was
Anyways, I've heard this uncommon, yet hilarious word, be used a few times, watch its gonna catch on and end up in a movie. (That I'll probably love and laugh my ass off at)
See, a few months after I first moved to Kansas, I was in the grocery store and in the same isle as me, was a mother and her two young children, a boy and a girl, maybe 6 or 7? Who knows I'm terrible with ages, anyways---
I'm uncomfortable because the kids are scrappin' pretty hard, I mean the girls throwin punches as her brother throws slaps, it was kind of funny but I was worried about it getting close to me, so I went to turn my cart out of the isle when I heard this:
The cart squeaked to a stop and I covered my mouth but I couldn't help but snort laugh, I was in complete disbelief, I had never heard the word Cooter be used in a sentence before and it was
a w e s o m e
Anyways, I've heard this uncommon, yet hilarious word, be used a few times, watch its gonna catch on and end up in a movie. (That I'll probably love and laugh my ass off at)
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Delightfully Enlightened .
With the whirlwind of moving being near an end, my next phase was to decide a very serious path. Do I
A) go back to school to continue my medical degree
or
B) join the theater in the local CC, like I've always wanted to.
This choice has plagued me my whole life, I've taken so many chances with my career and having a stable job just to run off and peruse these "flighty" acting and modeling jobs, hoping that if I just built my resume better I'd snag something better...and I was happy. Happy to live off Ramen, min-wage , live in an apartment that didn't have a working A\C...just to be giving my dreams a chance, but after eight years, my goals have changed.
I wouldn't say I've given up my dreams, but just found an indirect route to try next and I've always been fascinated with Neuropathy, Hemotology, Radiology and I really wanted to be a surgery tech but unfortunately, there are no programs that train for that where I live and so, I chose yet another interesting field.
I start school next month, April 19th, as an X-ray Tech. The school is fairly big, very clean and all the teachers are fully certified, friendly and have a sense of humor. I'm so excited that I'm almost sad that I have to wait so long just to start.
But the its also a good thing, it gives me time to find supplies and wrap my head around what I'm about to put myself though.
The last time I went to school, in 2008, I was studying to be a Medial Transcriptionist, there were problems from the start, even getting admitted was hard because no one can seem to spell or say my first name correctly.
On top of that, I did very well in all my classes but I felt like I could be doing so much more then just typing and filling out reports...I wanted to be more helpful...like directly helpful, not a part of some large cog. The more I learned about the different medical professions, the more it made me wish I was studying something else however, I did always intend on completing school.
What happens next is a flaw in the system, any student who needs x amount of hours for internship cannot graduate until those hours are completed, and you have a limited time window to do this, its usually around 2-3 months after the last school day to find and complete internship before theres just nothing they can do for you...and then you get to pay back $xx,xxxx for literally, nothing.
Like me.
But I put that behind me and I've remained happy, bouncy and optimistic, and I know starting school, getting certified and finally having a real career will be a huge relief and I'm really excited to be taking this step.
Now hopefully my classmates are chilly and I don't have any unwanted attention, I hate having the "no dating" talk.
Must paint...so many blank canvases taunting me..mua ha ha ha O_O;
A) go back to school to continue my medical degree
or
B) join the theater in the local CC, like I've always wanted to.
This choice has plagued me my whole life, I've taken so many chances with my career and having a stable job just to run off and peruse these "flighty" acting and modeling jobs, hoping that if I just built my resume better I'd snag something better...and I was happy. Happy to live off Ramen, min-wage , live in an apartment that didn't have a working A\C...just to be giving my dreams a chance, but after eight years, my goals have changed.
I wouldn't say I've given up my dreams, but just found an indirect route to try next and I've always been fascinated with Neuropathy, Hemotology, Radiology and I really wanted to be a surgery tech but unfortunately, there are no programs that train for that where I live and so, I chose yet another interesting field.
I start school next month, April 19th, as an X-ray Tech. The school is fairly big, very clean and all the teachers are fully certified, friendly and have a sense of humor. I'm so excited that I'm almost sad that I have to wait so long just to start.
But the its also a good thing, it gives me time to find supplies and wrap my head around what I'm about to put myself though.
The last time I went to school, in 2008, I was studying to be a Medial Transcriptionist, there were problems from the start, even getting admitted was hard because no one can seem to spell or say my first name correctly.
On top of that, I did very well in all my classes but I felt like I could be doing so much more then just typing and filling out reports...I wanted to be more helpful...like directly helpful, not a part of some large cog. The more I learned about the different medical professions, the more it made me wish I was studying something else however, I did always intend on completing school.
What happens next is a flaw in the system, any student who needs x amount of hours for internship cannot graduate until those hours are completed, and you have a limited time window to do this, its usually around 2-3 months after the last school day to find and complete internship before theres just nothing they can do for you...and then you get to pay back $xx,xxxx for literally, nothing.
Like me.
But I put that behind me and I've remained happy, bouncy and optimistic, and I know starting school, getting certified and finally having a real career will be a huge relief and I'm really excited to be taking this step.
Now hopefully my classmates are chilly and I don't have any unwanted attention, I hate having the "no dating" talk.
Must paint...so many blank canvases taunting me..mua ha ha ha O_O;
Friday, March 5, 2010
Box cutters are evil.
It took nearly two solid weeks of hauling boxes, trash and furniture from the old town house to the new house-house. The process was not designed entirely around a solid plan of execution, though myself and my family are experienced "movers" none of us could have prepared for the horrors (and laughs) that were soon to come.
First off, Uhaul would not just let us rent the truck for 3 days and charged us for a week, which was a little over a thousand dollars...we were informed that when we turned the truck in after 3 days we'd get some money back.
With that in mind, we rushed to get boxes from the 3 story town house into the truck, using craigs list to hire 2 random guys. I was not aware they were from CL and thought they came with the truck (don't make fun, I was tired and not paying attention lol)
The guys did an alright job, they kept up the pace and the truck ended up making 3 full runs, though at that rate, we knew we'd need the truck for longer, which sucked.
The guys also dropped our brand new washer and it fell down the stairs and nearly crushed\killed him, but he continued to work anyways but the washer DID die.
That night we slept in the new house in our own beds, surrounded by unpacked boxes and covered in bruises, scrapes, dents and scars. My knuckles still look like I picked a fight with a cement wall...and lost.
There are no curtains and my new bedroom has a large floor to ceiling ground floor window, I got dressed in plain sight, figuring no one would be walking passed the lake at that very moment. (But later on a neighbor did see me in my underwear, she waved and continued to walk her dog, I was mortified but told myself to just smile and wave back)
To me the house is very cold, the thingie on the wall says its 70, but it feels like 60, hopefully it will warm up once curtains are in, there are just so many damn windows!
Day 2, we went with new movers, two older gentlemen who seemed to be seasoned pros and moving and stacking heavy shit, these guys would have been killer to have on day 1 however, we recently found out that the two guys hardly knew each other, and the one guy we paid did not give a fair cut to his partner.
We paid them $300 for a full days work and even bought lunch, the one bad guy gave his partner $70...thats it. Hopefully karma will repay this man.
We spent the rest of the night cleaning the town house and sadly the place was already in that shape, cleaner then when we first moved in. We went out to a steak place for dinner and I enjoyed a Tilapia because I thought it was chicken (lol) it was good till my dad told me it was fish then I couldn't bring myself to bring the fork to my mouth. He may as well have said it was made of kittens or puppies...not that I love fish, I just can't stand sea food. I have to trick myself into eating sushi, its sad really...
Day 3, no boxes in the town house but chaos reigns, the cats are in complete horror and hide in dark places instead of exploring their new castle, I manage to stab myself with the box cutter in several unusual places.
I managed to dive, slide and save a hand full of falling crystal baubles (like the ones from Labyrinth) as they fell from the unsafe shelf someone left them on. I wasn't even thinking it was an auto reaction, I'm quite proud to report the fragile pretties are safe and I'm actually okay though if I had been watching it happen I'd bet on the human being hurt but in this case, I landed good I guess.
Box cutter stabs:
Back pocket, sitting down abruptly for a rest, just the tiny steel tip sticking out of its case, stabs me in the kidney area, I bleed like a scene out of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, without noticing, till I sit down again and feel like I had sat down on a wet sofa. Ruined my white tank top and my cargo pants. Everyone freaks out and wants me to get into the light so they can see why theres so much blood and laughs at me because the wound is about as small as being stabbed with the tip of a mechanical pencil (Yeah, been there done that too)
Fingers, every single one and two of my left toes when I dropped it without realizing.
Back of my right elbow, I was carrying a heavy box slowly and bumped backwards right into it, it felt like I had just bumped the counter so I kept going, then later I noticed the stab wound, this time it didn't bleed everywhere but its still pretty sore.
Other wounds \ injuries.
Carrying a box full of books, but unaware its full of books as its marked "crafts" down a flight of stairs, my knee decides to randomly give out and I toss the box like its on fire and fall down after it like a rag doll lol, I landed so hard I heard air escape from my lungs like a weird click cough hehe, I thought at least I still have cool points because no one witnessed me fly down the stairs, except the cat...I'm sure.
New bathtub, didn't have a shower curtain or shower rod, this house didn't come with rods or a pantry!
So I decided a bath would be good for me, wet wash rag over the face, relax in the steam, sure thats all fine until you try to get back out. My legs are so bruised it hurt to stand and the tub was slippery so I think I slammed myself side ways on to the rim of the tub, I'm not quite sure as I was half awake...I know it didn't hurt until the next day when I tried to get out of bed.
Locked my hair in the car door twice in one day....
New scar under my chin from carrying a box around a corner and bumping into the banister, corner of the box bit my face!
Black eye from god knows what...I seriously have no idea, I swear I don't remember anything hitting me in the face, it doesn't even hurt...I thought it was just melted makeup, you know...eyeliner that had got wet and was blackish under my right eye but its changing colors and a little sore so...yeah...I look scrappy lol
But other then getting my wimpy ass kicked, I learned a lot from this move.
Also, and I don't mean this in a sexual way at all, but I seem to have bitten a rather large hole in my feather pillow, I noticed feather bits in my hair this morning, which is nothing new, but as I brushed my hair I noticed more and more, much larger feathers then as I made my bed I saw the pillow. Now we don't own a dog and last I checked, the cats don't wear lipstick so...the evidence is quite clear, unfortunately.
The funny thing is, I only remember dreaming about Stephen Dorff accusing me of stealing his box cutter, which in its self I was totally confused and scared because he seemed really angry and I'm like "But I need this box cutter...no you can't have it, I really do need it! No its not yours, its mine!
But he took it from me anyways and walked away, lit a cigarette and gave me stink face as he walked back to his house and I frowned lol.
But in reality I guess I was biting a hole into my pillow, I wonder what it all means oooo or if its better not to know?? haha
First off, Uhaul would not just let us rent the truck for 3 days and charged us for a week, which was a little over a thousand dollars...we were informed that when we turned the truck in after 3 days we'd get some money back.
With that in mind, we rushed to get boxes from the 3 story town house into the truck, using craigs list to hire 2 random guys. I was not aware they were from CL and thought they came with the truck (don't make fun, I was tired and not paying attention lol)
The guys did an alright job, they kept up the pace and the truck ended up making 3 full runs, though at that rate, we knew we'd need the truck for longer, which sucked.
The guys also dropped our brand new washer and it fell down the stairs and nearly crushed\killed him, but he continued to work anyways but the washer DID die.
That night we slept in the new house in our own beds, surrounded by unpacked boxes and covered in bruises, scrapes, dents and scars. My knuckles still look like I picked a fight with a cement wall...and lost.
There are no curtains and my new bedroom has a large floor to ceiling ground floor window, I got dressed in plain sight, figuring no one would be walking passed the lake at that very moment. (But later on a neighbor did see me in my underwear, she waved and continued to walk her dog, I was mortified but told myself to just smile and wave back)
To me the house is very cold, the thingie on the wall says its 70, but it feels like 60, hopefully it will warm up once curtains are in, there are just so many damn windows!
Day 2, we went with new movers, two older gentlemen who seemed to be seasoned pros and moving and stacking heavy shit, these guys would have been killer to have on day 1 however, we recently found out that the two guys hardly knew each other, and the one guy we paid did not give a fair cut to his partner.
We paid them $300 for a full days work and even bought lunch, the one bad guy gave his partner $70...thats it. Hopefully karma will repay this man.
We spent the rest of the night cleaning the town house and sadly the place was already in that shape, cleaner then when we first moved in. We went out to a steak place for dinner and I enjoyed a Tilapia because I thought it was chicken (lol) it was good till my dad told me it was fish then I couldn't bring myself to bring the fork to my mouth. He may as well have said it was made of kittens or puppies...not that I love fish, I just can't stand sea food. I have to trick myself into eating sushi, its sad really...
Day 3, no boxes in the town house but chaos reigns, the cats are in complete horror and hide in dark places instead of exploring their new castle, I manage to stab myself with the box cutter in several unusual places.
I managed to dive, slide and save a hand full of falling crystal baubles (like the ones from Labyrinth) as they fell from the unsafe shelf someone left them on. I wasn't even thinking it was an auto reaction, I'm quite proud to report the fragile pretties are safe and I'm actually okay though if I had been watching it happen I'd bet on the human being hurt but in this case, I landed good I guess.
Box cutter stabs:
Back pocket, sitting down abruptly for a rest, just the tiny steel tip sticking out of its case, stabs me in the kidney area, I bleed like a scene out of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, without noticing, till I sit down again and feel like I had sat down on a wet sofa. Ruined my white tank top and my cargo pants. Everyone freaks out and wants me to get into the light so they can see why theres so much blood and laughs at me because the wound is about as small as being stabbed with the tip of a mechanical pencil (Yeah, been there done that too)
Fingers, every single one and two of my left toes when I dropped it without realizing.
Back of my right elbow, I was carrying a heavy box slowly and bumped backwards right into it, it felt like I had just bumped the counter so I kept going, then later I noticed the stab wound, this time it didn't bleed everywhere but its still pretty sore.
Other wounds \ injuries.
Carrying a box full of books, but unaware its full of books as its marked "crafts" down a flight of stairs, my knee decides to randomly give out and I toss the box like its on fire and fall down after it like a rag doll lol, I landed so hard I heard air escape from my lungs like a weird click cough hehe, I thought at least I still have cool points because no one witnessed me fly down the stairs, except the cat...I'm sure.
New bathtub, didn't have a shower curtain or shower rod, this house didn't come with rods or a pantry!
So I decided a bath would be good for me, wet wash rag over the face, relax in the steam, sure thats all fine until you try to get back out. My legs are so bruised it hurt to stand and the tub was slippery so I think I slammed myself side ways on to the rim of the tub, I'm not quite sure as I was half awake...I know it didn't hurt until the next day when I tried to get out of bed.
Locked my hair in the car door twice in one day....
New scar under my chin from carrying a box around a corner and bumping into the banister, corner of the box bit my face!
Black eye from god knows what...I seriously have no idea, I swear I don't remember anything hitting me in the face, it doesn't even hurt...I thought it was just melted makeup, you know...eyeliner that had got wet and was blackish under my right eye but its changing colors and a little sore so...yeah...I look scrappy lol
But other then getting my wimpy ass kicked, I learned a lot from this move.
- 60lbs is my lift limit
- Box cutters don't always retract all the way
- Fast food is never a good idea, no matter how hungry I am
- I have no use for a computer without internet
- I can bleed a lot before noticing.
- I snore.
- I have a high tolerance to pain.
- My high tolerance to pain makes others sick.
- My laughing instead of crying when in pain confuses and possibly scares others.
- I can command myself to shut up and complete a task before caving in.
- Houses don't come with energy saving light bulbs.
- Shag carpet causes me to arc lightning 6 inches away from anything I touch.
- Everyone in his house needs some sort of 2 way radio because its too damn big lol
Also, and I don't mean this in a sexual way at all, but I seem to have bitten a rather large hole in my feather pillow, I noticed feather bits in my hair this morning, which is nothing new, but as I brushed my hair I noticed more and more, much larger feathers then as I made my bed I saw the pillow. Now we don't own a dog and last I checked, the cats don't wear lipstick so...the evidence is quite clear, unfortunately.
The funny thing is, I only remember dreaming about Stephen Dorff accusing me of stealing his box cutter, which in its self I was totally confused and scared because he seemed really angry and I'm like "But I need this box cutter...no you can't have it, I really do need it! No its not yours, its mine!
But he took it from me anyways and walked away, lit a cigarette and gave me stink face as he walked back to his house and I frowned lol.
But in reality I guess I was biting a hole into my pillow, I wonder what it all means oooo or if its better not to know?? haha
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