I know I haven't written forever, but my computer's been broken. I keep thinking of things to write about, but I don't have anywhere to write them...so they've been going in my private diary instead, which I guess is good for my future grandchildren who I assume will eventually find it after my death and read about all the not so wild escapades of their grandmother, but not so good for you, my readers. I only hope you can forgive me.
So it's Friday afternoon, going on evening and once again I have no plans. I've been feeling sorry for myself the last couple weeks, but I've come to the conclusion that that isn't doing anything for me. So to clarify, that is not what I am doing right now.
I've come to another conclusion in my absence. My posts lately haven't been as good as they were a year ago because I'm censoring myself more than I used to. I think this is mostly due to the fact that there's a chance that the people in my stories could be reading this which wasn't so much the case last year. And whether it's a fear of hurting feelings or embarassing myself, I leave out most of the good stuff and what's left is hardly worth reading. I'm going to work on that because the truth is that nobody really reads this so the odds of somebody reading something I don't want them to read are pretty slim. I'm still doing it though....right now, I'm afraid to write what I want to. I'll try baby steps, maybe.
For the last couple of weeks, Ashlee has been talking about moving down here and, most likely, moving in with me. This was originally my idea because we're both pretty lonely most of the time and she's living in Lafayette which is no fun. She was excited of course and began applying for jobs, but isn't so good at looking at the reality of the situation which is she's in a lease that she can't afford to break so she's pretty much stuck until March. This means that I'm stuck, too. But I'm not stuck in Lafayette. I'm here in Indianapolis, a hip and happening metropolis! I shouldn't be staying in every Friday night. I'm way too pretty for that! Seriously! I almost titled a post that a couple weeks ago. I am pretty, and right now I'm tan, too, which isn't going to last forever so I need to stop dilly-dallying and get out there. I'm also fun, and not always in a loud, annoying way although that does happen sometimes. I just don't know why I can't figure out how to be out there. That's my current mission. Advice is welcome. As our invitations. Anywhere, really. I'm not picky. I just need to get out of the house!
It's now officially Friday evening, however I have no plans and three work days ahead of me before I get a day off. Friday has lost all meaning to me. It feels more like Wednesday, and there's nothing exciting about a Wednesday.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Attention Reader(s):
Go back and read my old posts. I just did and they are really good. Apparently depression suited me artistically. This will also give you something to do while I get over my writers block and get a new battery for my computer and get over my mini-depression (I can tell it's not a real depression because I can't write like I could last summer). I may have some updates for you in the near future as well. Let's hope.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
"Do you ever use a register?"
That was the personal banker to me...My response was a blank stare followed by "A what?". This should have come as no surprise seeing as how I was sitting across from John, the kinda cute personal banker, disputing my overdraft charges. How sad that when he asked about a register all I could think of was a cash register or a wedding registry....A check register did not cross my mind. Do people still use check registers?? In this age of online banking, I hate to admit that I have never balanced my checkbook. So I've made a few decisions about my life. Most importantly, it's not as bad as I sometimes make it out to be. I've been getting a little too whiny for my liking lately. Turns out I'm happier when I'm happy so from now on, I'm gonna be happy.
Now that we have that out of the way, I've also decided to be more responsible. I can't afford any more overdraft fees. :-) I'm paying my bills on time, getting my car fixed and I might even balance my checkbook. If I can remember how to do that.
Well, I'm on vacation this week and heading up to Lake Tippy for a week with the family. Be back in a week...
Now that we have that out of the way, I've also decided to be more responsible. I can't afford any more overdraft fees. :-) I'm paying my bills on time, getting my car fixed and I might even balance my checkbook. If I can remember how to do that.
Well, I'm on vacation this week and heading up to Lake Tippy for a week with the family. Be back in a week...
Monday, June 29, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Celebrate we will...
Because life is short, but sweet for certain.
An old friend and sorority sister's life was cut way too short over the weekend, and it has me thinking. I hate that it takes a tragedy to remind us all how much we mean to each other. As I read this, it sounds cliche, but that doesn't make it less true. I'm also not sure how I feel about the fact that Dave lyrics are the best way to express this sentiment, but those lyrics say exactly what I'm feeling better than I can say it. Because it's not that Lindsay and I hung out every weekend or talked on the phone every night....I haven't seen her for years, and in some ways that makes this harder. My first thought when I heard the news was that I cannot imagine a world without her in it. I can't put into words why that is, but for those of you who know her, you understand. I can't think of another Chi-O who could bring us all together like this. Again, it sounds cliche, but Lindsay was such a good friend to everybody. There are girls three years younger and three years older who are affected by this the same as the girls in her pledge class. Take me for example...like I said we were never best friends, but we kept in touch on facebook and she would send messages when something good happened or some thing sad, and I know that if I ran into her there would be hugging and screaming. We're still sorority girls after all. You just know she cared, and that means more than you realize.
It's just a reminder of how short life is, and you never know when it will end. We don't know how many more hot and sticky summer days, spring flowers, Phish concerts, family cookouts, sucky work days, birthday parties, thunderstorms, good work days, beers on the deck, visits and phone calls with my sisters, texts from my brother, Apples to Apples with friends, walks with the dog, etc. My point is that all of these little things that for the most part we take for granted (many of which aren't even worthy of pictures on facebook) make up our life. This is it so let's live in the moment and enjoy it as it happens. Good or bad, boring or exciting, this is it.
An old friend and sorority sister's life was cut way too short over the weekend, and it has me thinking. I hate that it takes a tragedy to remind us all how much we mean to each other. As I read this, it sounds cliche, but that doesn't make it less true. I'm also not sure how I feel about the fact that Dave lyrics are the best way to express this sentiment, but those lyrics say exactly what I'm feeling better than I can say it. Because it's not that Lindsay and I hung out every weekend or talked on the phone every night....I haven't seen her for years, and in some ways that makes this harder. My first thought when I heard the news was that I cannot imagine a world without her in it. I can't put into words why that is, but for those of you who know her, you understand. I can't think of another Chi-O who could bring us all together like this. Again, it sounds cliche, but Lindsay was such a good friend to everybody. There are girls three years younger and three years older who are affected by this the same as the girls in her pledge class. Take me for example...like I said we were never best friends, but we kept in touch on facebook and she would send messages when something good happened or some thing sad, and I know that if I ran into her there would be hugging and screaming. We're still sorority girls after all. You just know she cared, and that means more than you realize.
It's just a reminder of how short life is, and you never know when it will end. We don't know how many more hot and sticky summer days, spring flowers, Phish concerts, family cookouts, sucky work days, birthday parties, thunderstorms, good work days, beers on the deck, visits and phone calls with my sisters, texts from my brother, Apples to Apples with friends, walks with the dog, etc. My point is that all of these little things that for the most part we take for granted (many of which aren't even worthy of pictures on facebook) make up our life. This is it so let's live in the moment and enjoy it as it happens. Good or bad, boring or exciting, this is it.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Bouncin' Around the Room
I completely intended to post something before the Phish show, but that did not happen. Where to start, what to say? So it's Sunday now, Father's Day (Happy Father's Day, Dad! I love you!). I'm pretty sure my dad doesn't read my blog, but sometimes my mom does so I trust she will pass along the shout out. Anyway, I'm at work. Starting today, we are required to open the office on Sundays. I think this is they worst idea ever, but nobody asked me. They should have though. I've been here a lot longer than anyone else and I know how this is going to play out. We never get enough traffic to make up for the problems that are caused (today, I haven't seen anybody and the phone rang once but they hung up when I answered) It messes up the whole schedule and we're thin during the week and then someone has to work the whole weekend. That's my biggest problem with it - the actually being here on Sunday part. It's the Sabbath for goodness sake! I go through phases where I complain about my job, but the one redeeming quality that it had was that we were closed on Sundays so even when I had to work every Saturday, I knew I had Sunday off. Well, that's out the window now so I guess I need a new job. I just don't make enough money to deal with this. I don't really make enough even if I didn't have to deal with it, but whatever. Back to Phish...
So Phish was Friday night. It was my first Phish show. In fact, I wasn't even a fan until a couple of weeks ago. I was familiar with the band, but never really listened to their music. Robby's a big fan and he and Sara were planning on going. We discussed this a couple months ago and Ward and I thought it would be fun if we went, too (Two things here: 1. we thought this despite the fact that neither of us were really fans and 2. I can't say this with complete certainty having no evidence of the contrary, but I think it was way more fun for everyone involved with us being there. I am defining everyone as Karli, Ward, Robby, Sara, everybody in the lawn and the band - I can't really speak for the folks in the pavilion...) So, obviously, we went. In the weeks and months leading up to this event, Robby was concerned that we would not appreciate the show - the band, the music, the experience, etc. He also seemed concerned that if we were not enjoying ourselves we would blame him and in turn ruin his concert experience. This is real...he was seriously concerned about this. This idea was absurd for a couple of reasons. First of all, we wouldn't go if we didn't want to (nobody tied us up and threw us in a trunk) and so regardless of our opinions on the band, show, etc, we were going to enjoy it for what it was, and secondly, Even if we were having a miserable time, we would never take it out on Robby at the show, knowing how important it was to him. That being said, you should know why Robby may have been concerned. If we rewind about 10 months or so to last summer, Ward ended up with a couple of extra tickets to Buffett and Robby agreed to go, knowing good and well he wasn't really a fan. I won't drag this out, but he spent the majority of the concert complaining. I imagine this is why Robby was worried about our behavior. His worry was unnecessary...we rose above. Just the same, Robby wasn't taking any chances so he thought he would do some pre-concert preparation. This involved making us each Phish CDs personalized to our own musical taste (this was impressive) plenty of Phish trivia and a showing of Bittersweet Motel, a Phishumentary (haha, nobody calls it that so don't go around calling it that....it's a documentary about the band - the music, the culture, the followers, etc.) So I couldn't get enough. I know, it kind of took me by surprise as well. I enjoyed the music more than I ever have before. I've always skipped to the next track during the jamming parts of most songs. So I'm loving the music...can't get enough...I want everything I can get my hands on. Fortunately, Robby kept making me CDs to feed my cravings. I also read whatever I could about the band. I love the fans, the culture, the story. It's just very cool. Long story short-ish, I'm a phan - and have been throwing a "ph" in the place of an "f" whenever possible.
That being said, I would like to address something. Many of you know this about me, but some of you may not. From the time I was a small child, I have gone to bed very early. I have a hard time staying up late. Even in college, I would have to nap from 7-9 so I could go out at 10. For some reason, I just do not do well late in the evening. Most days I go to bed between 9 and 10. Usually closer to 10:00, but I've been known to turn in before 9 as well. There are times when I'm active and am able to stay awake later, but this is not always the case. Most of you, who do not have this affliction, do not realize the lack of control I have over my body when it wants to go to sleep. I've been known to fall asleep at parties, in movie theaters, there is really no place or event that is an exception. The fact that I fall asleep does not mean that I am bored, or not enjoying myself or wish I were somewhere else. I just can't help it. A good example of this occurred the summer of 2004. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban was released in theaters and I was excited. I've read all the books and I couldn't wait to see the movie. Prisoner of Azkaban was one of my favorite books (maybe my favorite at the time) and I was pumped for the movie. We had purchased tickets ahead of time to see the first showing. I believe this was a midnight show, but I'm not positive. I go to the movie. I am so excited. It's going to be great. You can probably see where this is going....I fell asleep. Not only did I fall asleep, but I could not stay awake. It didn't matter what I did, I could not keep my eyes open. For you regular people, imagine taking a couple benadryl and trying to watch a movie. Nobody really noticed and I was able to play it off for the most part, but I was furious. This was a good movie. New director and a departure from the first two movies...it was really good. Everyone loved it. I ended up going to a matinee the next day so I could actively participate in discussions and loved the movie, of course. The reason I told this story is that towards the end of the amazing Phish show, which was delayed for a while by severe thunder and lightning, I was having a hard time staying awake. This is as frustrating for me as it is for the people I am with, and I wanted everyone to know that it is in no way a reflection of the anything that is going on around me. I hate that I wasn't fully engaged in that amazing second set, but I was there and mostly conscious and all in all thoroughly enjoyed my Phish experience! As I've mentioned before, I wish I could go back in time 15 years and discover the band then. Just think how different my life could be...
So Phish was Friday night. It was my first Phish show. In fact, I wasn't even a fan until a couple of weeks ago. I was familiar with the band, but never really listened to their music. Robby's a big fan and he and Sara were planning on going. We discussed this a couple months ago and Ward and I thought it would be fun if we went, too (Two things here: 1. we thought this despite the fact that neither of us were really fans and 2. I can't say this with complete certainty having no evidence of the contrary, but I think it was way more fun for everyone involved with us being there. I am defining everyone as Karli, Ward, Robby, Sara, everybody in the lawn and the band - I can't really speak for the folks in the pavilion...) So, obviously, we went. In the weeks and months leading up to this event, Robby was concerned that we would not appreciate the show - the band, the music, the experience, etc. He also seemed concerned that if we were not enjoying ourselves we would blame him and in turn ruin his concert experience. This is real...he was seriously concerned about this. This idea was absurd for a couple of reasons. First of all, we wouldn't go if we didn't want to (nobody tied us up and threw us in a trunk) and so regardless of our opinions on the band, show, etc, we were going to enjoy it for what it was, and secondly, Even if we were having a miserable time, we would never take it out on Robby at the show, knowing how important it was to him. That being said, you should know why Robby may have been concerned. If we rewind about 10 months or so to last summer, Ward ended up with a couple of extra tickets to Buffett and Robby agreed to go, knowing good and well he wasn't really a fan. I won't drag this out, but he spent the majority of the concert complaining. I imagine this is why Robby was worried about our behavior. His worry was unnecessary...we rose above. Just the same, Robby wasn't taking any chances so he thought he would do some pre-concert preparation. This involved making us each Phish CDs personalized to our own musical taste (this was impressive) plenty of Phish trivia and a showing of Bittersweet Motel, a Phishumentary (haha, nobody calls it that so don't go around calling it that....it's a documentary about the band - the music, the culture, the followers, etc.) So I couldn't get enough. I know, it kind of took me by surprise as well. I enjoyed the music more than I ever have before. I've always skipped to the next track during the jamming parts of most songs. So I'm loving the music...can't get enough...I want everything I can get my hands on. Fortunately, Robby kept making me CDs to feed my cravings. I also read whatever I could about the band. I love the fans, the culture, the story. It's just very cool. Long story short-ish, I'm a phan - and have been throwing a "ph" in the place of an "f" whenever possible.
That being said, I would like to address something. Many of you know this about me, but some of you may not. From the time I was a small child, I have gone to bed very early. I have a hard time staying up late. Even in college, I would have to nap from 7-9 so I could go out at 10. For some reason, I just do not do well late in the evening. Most days I go to bed between 9 and 10. Usually closer to 10:00, but I've been known to turn in before 9 as well. There are times when I'm active and am able to stay awake later, but this is not always the case. Most of you, who do not have this affliction, do not realize the lack of control I have over my body when it wants to go to sleep. I've been known to fall asleep at parties, in movie theaters, there is really no place or event that is an exception. The fact that I fall asleep does not mean that I am bored, or not enjoying myself or wish I were somewhere else. I just can't help it. A good example of this occurred the summer of 2004. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban was released in theaters and I was excited. I've read all the books and I couldn't wait to see the movie. Prisoner of Azkaban was one of my favorite books (maybe my favorite at the time) and I was pumped for the movie. We had purchased tickets ahead of time to see the first showing. I believe this was a midnight show, but I'm not positive. I go to the movie. I am so excited. It's going to be great. You can probably see where this is going....I fell asleep. Not only did I fall asleep, but I could not stay awake. It didn't matter what I did, I could not keep my eyes open. For you regular people, imagine taking a couple benadryl and trying to watch a movie. Nobody really noticed and I was able to play it off for the most part, but I was furious. This was a good movie. New director and a departure from the first two movies...it was really good. Everyone loved it. I ended up going to a matinee the next day so I could actively participate in discussions and loved the movie, of course. The reason I told this story is that towards the end of the amazing Phish show, which was delayed for a while by severe thunder and lightning, I was having a hard time staying awake. This is as frustrating for me as it is for the people I am with, and I wanted everyone to know that it is in no way a reflection of the anything that is going on around me. I hate that I wasn't fully engaged in that amazing second set, but I was there and mostly conscious and all in all thoroughly enjoyed my Phish experience! As I've mentioned before, I wish I could go back in time 15 years and discover the band then. Just think how different my life could be...
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Oh, Hail!
OK, I'm venting a little bit here. I just got home from work and am grateful that my apartment is dry. Not everyone around here is so lucky. Right about 5:00 this afternoon it started storming. For about 40 minutes we had torrential rain, yes torrential, and golf ball sized hail. The hail may not have lasted the entire time, but it was long enough to do plenty of damage. Please see the teeny tiny photo below...
This was all well and good while we were watching it out the window and gawking about how big it was. When it let up I ran out to move my car under a carport....I bet you can see where this is going.....4 words: Too little, too late. So, of course, my car is covered with hail dings. Of course it is! So now I have to deal with that. If that's not bad enough, the phone rings (I'm still at work) and it's a resident informing me that she has ankle deep water covering her apartment. Great....just great. And it wasn't just her. There were three apartments afflicted by this natural disaster. To add insult to injury, the second two just moved in. One of them moved in a week ago and the other just moved in Saturday. I convinced them it's a great place to live, they move in, they're happy, then bam! their apartment floods. While I know it was out of my control, I feel responsible. So yeah, they're standing outside throwing a football around while they wait for the carpet extractor to get there. Hopefully, that's soon.
In addition to that, the parking lot is flooded all around my apartment so all my neighbor's cars are under water. They're all standing outside while I hide in here with the blinds closed. I was thinking about going to run, and I may still, but I wouldn't hold your breath. I'm trying to get motivated to train for a pretend marathon. I've fallen off the work-out wagon a little since the weight loss challenge ended so I need something to motivate me. I think I'm going to try and start running. Keep track of how far I run in preparation for my pretend marathon which will be taking place at some uncertain time in the future.
Well, I feel a little better now. Now I'm ready for bed. :-)
This was all well and good while we were watching it out the window and gawking about how big it was. When it let up I ran out to move my car under a carport....I bet you can see where this is going.....4 words: Too little, too late. So, of course, my car is covered with hail dings. Of course it is! So now I have to deal with that. If that's not bad enough, the phone rings (I'm still at work) and it's a resident informing me that she has ankle deep water covering her apartment. Great....just great. And it wasn't just her. There were three apartments afflicted by this natural disaster. To add insult to injury, the second two just moved in. One of them moved in a week ago and the other just moved in Saturday. I convinced them it's a great place to live, they move in, they're happy, then bam! their apartment floods. While I know it was out of my control, I feel responsible. So yeah, they're standing outside throwing a football around while they wait for the carpet extractor to get there. Hopefully, that's soon.
In addition to that, the parking lot is flooded all around my apartment so all my neighbor's cars are under water. They're all standing outside while I hide in here with the blinds closed. I was thinking about going to run, and I may still, but I wouldn't hold your breath. I'm trying to get motivated to train for a pretend marathon. I've fallen off the work-out wagon a little since the weight loss challenge ended so I need something to motivate me. I think I'm going to try and start running. Keep track of how far I run in preparation for my pretend marathon which will be taking place at some uncertain time in the future.
Well, I feel a little better now. Now I'm ready for bed. :-)
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