Thursday, August 21, 2008
Fall seven times, stand up eight.
- Japanese proverb
The difference between the impossible and the possible lies in a person's determination.
- Tommy Lasorda
What have you done to beat your opponent today?
- The door to my gym
"Quit complaining and just do something about it."
- Samantha, Sex in the City
To begin, begin.
- Peter Nivio Zarlenga
A good beginning makes a good end.
- English Proverb
Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going.
- Jim Ryun
Success is never final and failure never fatal. It's courage that counts.
- George F. Tilton
"Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great."
- Mark Twain
When you cease to dream you cease to live.
- Malcolm Forbes
Wisdom is to the mind what health is to the body.
- Francois De La Rochefoucauld
"The first wealth is health."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
I was just looking at Blogger.com. I wonder why people pick certain sites to host a blog. I never thought about LJ as a blog, but I've had my account for years, way before blog was a term. Why do they host them with a newspaper? One of the newspapers I read frequently (online) has a ton of blogs. I think they are read more than the actual news articles. They certainly get more comments.
Which leads into my next question....do you blog to get people's opinions and comments or do you blog for your own piece of mind? (Obviously I post thinking someone is actually reading this since I ask a lot of questions.)
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Goals for the rest of 2008:
learn a new skill
live more health oriented - body mind and spirit
read more books
make a mini-us (shhh....no one in our family knows that we want this)
take more time for my hobbies
make time for myself
learn to say no to other people
It's no secret that we have had absolutely no time to ourself so far this year. I decided it was time for a State of the Union re-evaluation tonight and although I have failed almost everything that I started out to do this year, I am starting over yet again. I want to be a better person and a happier person and a calmer person.
I know it's possible. I just don't know how.
I started reading Julie and Julia. The girl, Julie, one day decides that she is disappointed with her life and starts out to make each recipe in Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking. Although I'm not a big Julia Child fan, I can't help but wonder what makes one take on such a monumental journey. It's not like those recipes are easy. They take hours and ingredients that I couldn't find in a 200 mile radius, but yet it's an interesting concept. So I'm thinking about what I can do. I want a challenge that I can start working on. Self-chosen of course, but a challenge all the same.
Friday, March 21, 2008
10:21PM - Writer's Block: Good Catch
None that I can think of. What springs to mind are several that my family and friends say.
"There will be plenty of time to sleep when I'm dead."
"Are you a snickelfritz?"
"Not bad manners, just good beer."
"Rock Chalk Jayhawk!" (It's March Madness, we're all saying those words.)
"I see, I see, said the blind man."
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
10:44PM - Writer's Block: Trading Spaces
If you could be another person for a day, who would it be and why?
I will answer this tomorrow, but I had to put this in so I would remember the question. :)
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
What is one food that you refuse to try? Why?
I've decided to try to start answering these questions....why? Because I need something to stimulate my mind and just rambling about my life these days seems to be mundane. Plus these questions are mildly amusing at times. :)
So here's my answer:
Canned Spinach. I just won't try it. I like fresh spinach, I like frozen spinach that is cooked into something, but I won't try canned spinach. It's a big lump when it comes out of the can. It doesn't even resemble something edible, it looks like it used to be something, but nothing that would be of any nutritional value or have any pleasurable taste to it. Popeye might have gotten big and strong eating it, and maybe cartoon spinach tastes better than "real" spinach. (if canned spinach can be called real) I just can't bring myself to try it.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Stop Setting Alarms on My Biological Clock
If I'm ever going to fulfill my dream of becoming a mother, I'm going to need some better role models.
July 23, 2007 issue - I am at a party chatting with a woman I know slightly. As her young son squirms out of her embrace, she slips her hand under my shirt. She's not getting fresh with me. She's touching my tummy with her cold hand and asking me, in a concerned voice, "Why aren't you pregnant yet?" I smile, break free from her touch, and head to the food table to fill said empty belly with her brat's birthday cake.
I love children and definitely plan on having them. Maternal instinct is oozing out of my pores: I've infantilized my dogs; I've gotten down on my hands and knees at the park with babies I barely know. My marriage is wonderful and solid, and we are both blessed with good health. I've been a nanny, a teacher, a youth-group leader. I've taken childhood-development courses solely for the purpose of someday raising happy, balanced children. I have always looked forward to becoming a mother.
So why don't I have kids or even the inkling right now? It's because of you. Yes, you: the fanatical mothers of the world. It may seem like ages ago now, but you weren't always like this. You, too, were sneering at the obnoxious parents who brought their infants to fancy, adult, nighttime restaurants or R-rated movies and let them carry on, ruining things for other patrons. You've been terrible advertising for the club that you so desperately need others to join.
If you want me to join your ranks—and you've made it clear with your cold, clammy hands on my stomach that recruiting my uterus is of paramount importance to you—I need to set some ground rules.
First, please stop asking me when I'm going to get pregnant.
For all you know, I cannot have kids. For all I know, I cannot have kids, as I have not yet tried. But imagine how painful this line of interrogation would be if I had submitted to all kinds of procedures, only to come up empty-wombed. It would be emotionally devastating. Yet ever since the day after my wedding two years ago, I have fielded this question from the eye doctor, the dental assistant, my yoga teacher, the bagger at the grocery store. All of them feel entitled to ask. Don't. It's none of your business.
Next, don't completely abandon your own life and passions. You're setting a bad example for aspiring mothers-to-be like me.
I recently expressed my happiness over an achievement I had at work to a mother-friend of mine. She said, dripping with condescension, "Well, you don't know happiness until you've had a baby."
That's very possible, but don't rain on my parade, as I've never said to you, "Remind me, when you went to that expensive college you majored in diaper-rash prevention, right?"
I happen to love my job. It fulfills me in ways no other person—even a child—could. I learned through my own mother's example that the best lesson you can teach your kids is to pursue their passions. It's not selfish to have your own life. In fact, it's selfish not to.
Now let's talk a bit about manners, as in please teach your children some. The world has rules, and kids should learn them. And being well mannered does not infringe on their individuality and freedom.
I crouched to meet the eye line of an acquaintance's 4-year-old to greet her, and in response, she punched me in the face so hard my mouth bled. What was more baffling was the mother's reaction: nothing to the child, but to me she said very sternly: "You really shouldn't talk down to kids."
I also shouldn't be punched in the face by kids whose parents don't know how to set basic boundaries. Experiences like this don't exactly encourage me to hurry up and get pregnant.
Finally, don't make your kid an extension of your own narcissism.
No one could possibly love your kids as much as you do, so stop inflicting them on others. Don't bring your kid to adult parties when you're not sure if it's kid-friendly. If they didn't invite your kid, they don't want your kid there. If you don't want to get a babysitter, stay home.
My husband thinks some people, particularly mothers, behave in these ways because it helps them validate their own choices. But he doesn't truly understand how infuriating it is, and that's because nobody badgers men with questions about procreation.
Becoming a parent was your decision, and I am thrilled for you. All I'm asking is that you let me make that choice in my own time.
And keep your hands off my belly.
Saturday, July 1, 2006
Wednesday, April 5, 2006
The more people I meet the more I like my dog.
Never a truer statement has been made.
People today are insane. It's like there are more toxic people in this world than ever before. What makes people act/react the way the do? And when they know they're wrong about something, why do they dig in even more that they're right?
I just don't have the energy anymore to deal with them anymore. All I want to say is "Don't come to me with your whiny ass problem, because quite frankly, I don't give a damn."
Is it possible to say that to someone's face though? And not have it bite you in the ass at another time? Probably not.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
I'm very close to finishing one of our scrapbooks from the wedding and I have started on the one with our professional pictures in it. Next up will be the scrapbook from the second reception and then I'll try to catch up on the one I bought for our life before we got married. It's pretty safe to say that I'm completly addicted to scrapbooking now. I didn't think I would be. I've bought some scrapbooking stuff before thinking I'd use it, and it's just sat in the closet. That's definitely not the case now. My goal is to have the wedding albums done before our 2 year anniversary. Let's see...that means I have a little under 3 months. Don't know if I'll make that deadline or not. :)
I'm looking for a new digital camera. We have one that his parents gave us but it is a video camer/digital camera in one, but it is shaped like a camcorder, and although it's extremely nice, everyone thinks you're videoing instead of taking pictures and it's rather bulky to take places. So if anyone out there knows much about digital cameras, I'd love some input. Right now I'm looking at the Canon Powershot A610 or the Fuji F10 model, or one of the Kodak Easyshares. Like I said, any input would be appreciated.
Tuesday, March 7, 2006
What Cancer Can't do
Cancer is so limited
It cannot cripple love
It cannot shatter hope
It cannot erode faith
It cannot eat away peace
It cannot destroy confidence
It cannot kill friendship
It cannot shut out memories
It cannot silence courage
It cannot invade the soul
It cannot reduce eternal life
It cannot quench the spirit
It cannot lesson the power of the resurrection
If an incurable disease has invade your life, refuse to let it touch your spirit. Your body can be severely afflicted and you may have a great struggle. But if you keep trusting God's love, your spirit will remain strong. Why must I bear this pain? I cannot tell, I only know my Lord does all things well, and so I trust in God my all in all. For He will bring me through what ever befalls. Our greatest enemy is not disease but despair.
In Memory of Dr. K.L. Carlson who passed away Feb. 19, 2006.
"It's been a hell of a ride."
The spirit he instilled in all of us will live on forever.
Tuesday, September 6, 2005
I haven't even looked to see when the last time I updated was...and that was probably the last time i was on here as well.
We painted the kitchen this weekend. No more wallpaper border in that room. 2 down, 3 to go. I hate wallpaper, it is evil!!
Ruxquiero....if you're still reading when I post something, can you send me the instructions on how to add pictures to bios and LJ please? email me at firstname.lastname@example.org (I lost them somewhere) Thanks in advance!
Ginger, our puppy, woke up puking at 4 this morning...she ate too much people food (thanks to her grandpa), but we think she's feeling better.
Ok, I don't know what else to write now, and really I'd rather go catch up on my friends' pages, so I'll check ya later.
Friday, October 15, 2004
It's finally Friday again. Even though I have to work late tonight, I'm still so glad for Friday to finally be here!
It's been a relatively quiet week in my life. Not much to speak of going on. I got my wedding picture order together, now I just need to sit down with Dave and figure out sizes of certain pictures. That hopefully shouldn't take too long and hopefully we'll send the order in next week. Also ordered some new windpants for me. Hope they come in early next week. I love getting new clothes. I wasn't sure what size to order though, so I may have to send them back for a smaller size. How cool would that be! :)
Favoritism still running rampant at EMS and I had my fill yesterday. I probably should have kept my mouth shut, but that's not my style these days. So I pretty much called the assistant director and asked him to explain a few things to me and after he hemmed and hawed for about 2 minutes, he finally said, "Well, I don't know. [Director] said it would be ok." God I hate the politics of this department.
Weekend plans are in the making...Possibility of seeing Ladder 49 tomorrow sometime and then maybe shopping with some friends on Sunday.
The weekend will pass too quickly and it will once again be time for work on Monday. That's just how it is though.
Monday, October 4, 2004
I was so excited to get out of town and do some shopping, but what was supposed to be a fun weekend turned out to be quite boring, irritating and a complete waste of a good two days and a motel stay.
Where to start...
After the reception Dave's cousin invited us back to her house. Actually was kind of insistant on it, and although I didn't want to go, and Dave was kind of so-so on it, we went. Big mistake. I told him that I only wanted to go for a little while and then come back and have a few drinks at the motel. So we go to the house after a stop at Walgreen's and McDonalds, and end up staying there until 12:30. The couple that got married are paganist. As we were getting ready to leave, the subject of religion comes up between her grandmother, mother, the two of them, and us after they ask us what we thought of their handfasting ceremony at the reception. (They got married in Vegas last week and then had a reception this weekend with the handfasting.) Which I thought resembled more Native American customs than Paganist, but I don't know much about Pagan/Wiccan. So this 23 year old punk that she married, who thinks he knows everything (proved otherwise when asking what we do for a living and then after we responded going off on this schpiel about how American oil is going to be a hot commodity, etc. I don't think he understood at all what we do, but it doesn't really matter), anyway, proceeds to engage in a conversation about religion, and wanting to know about ours. Which was fine, but then the best reason he has for becoming paganist, is because you can do whatever you want. Then proceeds to say that he doesn't believe anything that he doesn't do extensive research on, but that was really the only reason he gave. So we go back to the motel, tired and pissed at ourselves that we ended up staying that long, and that we just didn't tell them no, like we wanted to in the first place.
During the weekend, both of the parents managed to insult me. With the father taking it a step farther to comment on my dad, whom he has met once. Classy people these are let me tell you. I'm not even going to comment on it any further because it just pisses me off.
Then I go up there ready to shop and find absolutely nothing that I like or that fits right or anything. I was so aggravated! I bought some Almond Oil lotion, but that's about it. Oh, and Dave got two shirts, but other than that, nothing. GRR! I think my biggest pet peeve is to go into a store and find something once, then go back into a store of the same name and not find anything at all or the size you bought the last time, fits differently this time. How does this work?
Oh, and to top it all off, we got to listen to a truck or a bus idle outside our room for two hours that morning and when I finally got out of bed (because I hadn't slept for two hours already) it pulled away and all was silent again.
I was pissed.
Needless to say we came home tired, crabby, and with no cute clothes and wishing we'd never gone in the first place. Even worse, down on myself because of their comments. If I never see that side of his family again it will be too soon.
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
My email at work is broke. Has been for quite a while, since Sept. 9th to be exact, and it's driving me nuts. We're supposed to be getting a new system soon, and possibly have our own email addresses, which will mean mine will change.
I was watching Leno last night and this actress...forgot her name, but she's the psych doctor on Scrubs...was talking about having been at Burning Man. But she said she didn't get that much out of it like she thought you were supposed to.
We're heading out to Denver this weekend for a wedding on Dave's side of the family. Just got done making reservations. It will be a nice little break. I'm looking forward to going shopping a little bit. It occurred to me this morning that I don't have very many fall clothes that make me feel cute, so it's time for me to go shopping again. I still have birthday money to spend, so I plan on using that.
I'm kind of excited to get out of town this weekend. Not real sure as to why, I'm not a big fan of Denver, but there is places to shop, and good places to eat.
Sometimes I still wish we would have moved to a semi-big city. At least somewhere with good shopping possibilities. But then I remember we'd probably be living in an apartment for a while longer, and well quite frankly, I love my house.
Anyway, back to work. Lunch in about 15 minutes. Not sure what to have today, nothing sounds very good to me. Actually the only things that sound good are things I shouldn't be having. Isn't that how it usually works?
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Wow, the last time I updated was two weeks before the wedding. Since then, I've gotten married (obviously), went to Santa Fe for our honeymoon, went to Chicago for our second reception, bought a house, moved, went to help my sister move from KC to Michigan, stopped back through Chicago for a few days, then came home for a week and went back to Chicago for a week when Dave's grandpa passed away. Since returning home from that last little leg of the trips, I've been heavily involved in helping a friend with her wedding which is this Saturday (I'll be so glad when it's over with - the bride is completely disorganized) and trying to unpack my house.
It's been an interesting summer. It will probably be the closest I've come to taking a summer off and travelling like I always wanted to in college. So I guess I finally did it. :) Granted it was in spurts, but since the end of June, I really haven't been here much at all.
We're getting ready to paint our bedroom. The walls will be sage green and our bedset is dark red, sage, and khaki. It will look phenominal when we get it done! I'm hoping that maybe we could start on it on Sunday. At the very least I'd like to get everything out of the room and get it taped to start painting.
I can't believe we bought a house. I love having a home, and it's so much better than living in an apartment. We've got space and we can decorate how we want to and we can have people over without stepping on top of each other all the time. It's so nice! It's a 3 bedroom 2 bath house with an added office room. The backyard is nice sized and we're hoping to add a garage onto the back at some point in the future. Our neighbors on both sides are people our age which is nice. There are older people on our street, but the immediate neighbors are young with families.
I just found out one of my friends is having a baby. She's so excited and so am I. She miscarried the week before my wedding, so I really hope this one goes very well for her.
So we're back at home for a while, and maybe now we can get back on schedule, although it's been so long since I've had a schedule, I don't know if I'd know what to do with one these days.
Saturday, June 12, 2004
Most people would think this a bad thing, but I was excited so I had to jot it down.
Thursday I went to have my final fitting on my wedding dress and bring it home. So I get there and get it on and...
It doesn't fit. That's right it's too big!! :)
So today is two weeks until the wedding and I'm supposed to go back down next weekend and get it.
They had a week to re-do alterations. I'm sure this is bad news for them, but for me it totally rocks!!!!
Have a good weekend people!
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
4:20PM - Need some help with Lotus
If anyone out there knows a whole lot about Lotus, please comment and let me know.
I'm trying to make a formula that is in one cell display (not to be used as a formula, just as an informational item) in another cell. I need it to be able to be copied down over several thousands of lines without having to change anything as well.
Comment or email me at email@example.com with Lotus in the subject line.
Thanks in advance!
I am sick and tired of getting the email about the gas thing on May 19th. So I am going to address all of you on this issue at once.
My standard response to that email is this:
"Considering the fact that we are some of those that you'll be sticking it to, I choose not to send this on. But thanks anyway."
My family owns a gas station. My grandfather started it back in 1937.
For those of you that really have no clue how the industry works and think that we are making a ton of money off of the gas prices let me clue you in...
WE ARE NOT MAKING ANY MONEY ON GAS PRICES THIS HIGH EITHER.
That's right. At our current gas prices we are only making .01 per gallon....Yes, 1 PENNY PER GALLON!!!!!
You need to take a look at your state taxes. For example in Kansas, we pay .424 cents per gallon just in taxes. In Oklahoma it's .354 cents per gallon.
If you know anything at all about economics you would realize that boycotting buying gas would only make gas prices higher in the end. Because if we have a high supply, the countries we import from will cut production. When they cut production that only drives the prices higher.
Not to mention this little boycott email that's going around isn't going to hurt the oil countries, it's not going to hurt the big corporations...it's only going to hurt the little guys. The people that are all across the nation like us that are not a branded jobber for the big companies (BP, Shell, Diamond Shamrock, etc.), [which by the way we used to be, but decided to forgo our contract because we could buy fuel cheaper as an independant than we could being associated with the big guys so that we could keep our prices down also.] are the ones that you're going to hurt, which in turn will only help corporate America.
Think about it people. Before you go out and forward emails about things like that, you should look at the bigger picture, and it wouldn't hurt if you researched what you're spouting off about before you bitch about high gas prices. We all have to pay them. It's not just you as the end consumer. We don't like it any more than you do, but we get to hear it from you and put up with crap like this.
Friday, May 14, 2004
11:27AM - So what's new with me....
My uncle came through surgery well yesterday. They only took 2 of the lobes from his right lung. He's doing well. They moved him from ICU this morning. He was eating breakfast and didn't seem to be in too much pain. His son told my mom yesterday, "I think we just won the lottery." He's probably right. The doctor is pretty sure they got all the cancer. They'll know for sure on Monday. I was so glad for this outcome. It was so much better than what we were expecting.
Lisa & Dean had their baby. Baby Morgan is now, Morgan Faith. Born 5-13-04 at 10:18 a.m. She's really pretty.
My cousin's wedding is the same day as mine. I'm not going to go into a whole lot of the details. All that needs to be said is that I called and asked before we set our date, and apparently common courtesy doesn't run in that vein of the family.
What else. Housing may change soon. 'Nuff said about that too. I don't wanna jinx anything.
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