Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Just My Luck
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Weekend? - Success.
#3. I am planning an adventure that involves getting my motorcycle license and a long expedition. More details will come as the kinks get worked out, but I have taken the first step and am signed up for the motorcycle education class in order to get my license.
#2. The skydiving trip is underway - I have a couple of takers so I will be coordinating the jump for sometime early September (LoHo, I'm waiting for you). If your interested let me know.
And the #1 reason I should be named BA. Saturday I went riding with a few guys. . . Didn't see that garbage can right behind me and fell into/on it. It left me with a sore tush and a burnt leg from the exhaust on the bike. Ouch. Tomorrow is Dr. Day, and here are some photos for proof (sorry for mooning the camera - cover the kiddies eyes)
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Peeping Tom
Back to the topic at hand. . . I, like many other youngsters, did some undergraduate major surfing during my first few years, and I don't mean the kind where your riding the waves (although that would be fun). It started with Special Education and ended with Human Development & Family Studies, with a few things in between.
One class that sticks out distinctly in my memory is Introduction to Educational Technology. I can recall on the first day of class my face turning a shade that could have given any tomato a run for it's money. We were discussing webcams and I of course had one because I was pretty savy (or so I like to think) when it came to technology. Keep it mind this was several years ago before they came built into just about every laptop. Naturally I was asked how I use the webcam and when I responded with "to talk to my boyfriend", apparently there were some sick individuals in the room whose minds began to wander. Needless to say, I was at the bunt of the joke.
Anyways, throughout the course of this class we experimented with different types of technology and practiced using all sorts of programs. Overall, it was a good experience UNTIL we were required to start a blog. I sware I complained every day that I was FORCED to post something. It was sooo boring because we had to post responses to specific questions. It was the worst part of the entire class and I hated having to post what somebody else wanted me to and then knowing that everybody could read it. THIS IS STUPID I would say day in and day out.
Skipping ahead 4 years . . . Here I am! Blogging away. The difference? I can post silly things, whatever I'm thinking, and nobody is putting a letter grade on my overgrown thoughts.
There is only 1 thing that makes me feel a little awkward and yet slightly intrigued at the same time. I have 9 followers at this point, and in my head those are the only people who read this. . . Then I will hear a comment or catch wind that somebody outside the 9 have read a story I posted or saw a picture of my crabs . . . (crab rangoon that is). . . I almost feel as if a peeping tom is peering through my blinds at night (aka into my head) and reading all my private thoughts. I'm not asking you to leave comments on my thoughts (although your more then welcome too) or even become a follower (although you can), I'm just wondering if any other bloggers have this strange feeling and if they are slightly excited by it like I am??
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Rock, Paper, Sissors
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Cruising.
Unfortunately, Ol' Betsy may not last through too many more cruising seasons, which is why I am taking a serious look at some more updated cruisers. Cast your vote.
"Pump It Up"
"Slow Movin"
Shel Silverstein
Monday, June 21, 2010
growing up is hard to do
In college I shared my room with a random stranger; another roommate would leave the light on while I attempted to fall asleep; tried to stay sleeping while my roomies 2 or 3alarms went off before she finally hit snooze and it repeated 3 more times; dealt with the underwear tree; washed dishes that I didn't dirty; and cried on my roommates shoulder at 3 in the morning (while smoking swisher sweets) about a stupid guy.
Now it has been exactly 150 days since I have been living alone. When I come home my apartment is exactly the way I left it, nobody elses mess to clean up, and I can turn the music up as loud as I want. I thought it would be wonderful. . .
Until I actually moved in on January 23rd 2010. It was worse then I could ever have imagined. It was so quiet I could hear the crickets creek and it isn't much fun cleaning up alcohol bottles when you finished it alone the night before (just kidding about that part). In fact, I think I can say I cried more times the first 3 months I lived here then I had in the past 3 years combined.
Slowly I am getting used to this whole living alone thing. I've learned its OK to watch movies by yourself or dance around in your underwear without a partner (hehe). And it is nice being able to sing as loud as you want in the shower without anybody judging your "really pretty voice". Today I danced in the rain and even shot some hoops without being embarassed to be out there doing it by myself (which I would have been a year ago).
I never thought I would say it, but I can honestly say I miss the days of sharing the bathroom with a younger brother who doesn't know how to screw the cap back on the toothpaste and the mornings that your roommates would crawl into your bed just to discuss the events from the night before.
After having the experience of eating diner alone at my kitchen table, I am confident I will be more appreciative and easy going with any roommates I have in the future.
Cousins Wedding
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Orange
This website gives a glance into my next adventure. If your interested in embarking with me then let me know. http://skydivechicago1.reachlocal.net/
The Wiggles
For Father's Day I went to my parents house for a BBQ. My older sisters and their husbands and children were there, as too were my younger siblings, parents, and grandparents. The weather turned out beautiful and I was disappointed that I hadn't brought my swimsuit so I could go for a dip. The kiddos were running around, babies crying - typical day at the family household. Not that I'm anywhere near ready for screaming babies of my own, but I did begin to think for a brief moment (about 10 seconds) what I would or would not let my children do. The #1 thing on the list of things that will be FORBIDDEN was watching The Wiggles, and here's why . . . .
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Road Rage
Lets take a moment to recap on my driving record. . .
1.) Speeding (45 in a 30). "Accidentally" dropped a bunch of tampons out of the glove box and received a verbal warning.
2.) Speeding (40 in a 30). Told the officer that I was lost and had never been to the town before. Secretly I had been to the town weekly to visit my boyfriend. Received a verbal warning and he escorted me to my destination thinking I was truly lost. Nice Guy!
3.) Speeding (35 in a 30). This was a state police officer. He was a total jerk. I was actually parked at the video store, out of the car, and had my hand on the door to go inside when he turned his lights on. He threatened me with a speeding ticket or seat belt ticket. I took the seatbelt ticket
($75) even though I honestly had my seat belt on. Who pulls somebody over for 5mph over?
4.) Speeding (85 in a 65). On the interstate, late to turn in a paper for class, I got a ticket.
5.) Speeding (50 in a 30). Just broken up with my boyfriend, going home, and was crying. Received a ticket. How rude!
That's all I care to share at this time - after all, you could be a stranger. Regardless, lets just say I'm not the BEST driver in the world. I do get annoyed when others don't use their turn signal, drive to slow, or pull out in front of me. However, I never honk. Even when I should and could, I just cant pull myself to do it. It's too mean and what if it turned out to be my grandmother? Mortifying!
Well. . . Today I was driving to a home visit, no clue where I was going, attempting to read the house numbers. Of course I was driving like an old lady (or a person who was lost), but the car behind me comes up and lays on their horn for a solid 30 seconds. So naturally. . . I slow down, move a little closer to the middle of the road so they can't pass, and smile smugly in my rear view mirror. Sucker!
If I Had A Million Dollars. . .
A. I would cash it in for quarters.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Thomas Knows Me Best
Monday, June 14, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
After drinking I sometimes wonder . . . .
A. 146 inches
-Ouch!
Indecent Exposure?
It all started at the Touch of Thai restraunt as most things do with Sam & I. We were enjoying some lovely pad thai with chicken (and a few glasses of wine of course) after a stressful days work. We ran into a few of Sams friends who informed us of a benefit at a bar across the way for a degenerative eye disease and all proceeds from beers go to the cause. Of course we would go - how could we say no to a good cause?
We were greeted on the street by an 80 year old biker dude with a long snow white beard, which he felt the need to use as a shirt - really attractive. I immediately called "dibs" and thus started the conversation of my future boyfriends. Upon entering the bar I quickly eyeballed the lead singer of the 50 year old band, he was wearing a slightly to small t-shirt, jeans with creases, and white tennyshoes. I've always wanted to be a roadie!
While at the bar we mingled with some old friends and made some new. I met quiet a few of the "dixon townies". Interesting group they are, but clearly a good time. A few beers later we decide to head over to another joint. We hung out until the bartender literally kicked us out, which is always a sure sign that the night went well.
After leaving Sam and I decide to take a little stroll along the river, maybe do some star gazing, romantic things like that. . . We decided to sit down by these little fountains that they have along the river. Basically it was 6x4 with 3 small fountains and some quarters that people had thrown in. We are sitting around - chit chatting as girls do. I was complaining that we didn't know anybody with a hottub and jokingly began to try and convince Sam to soak in the fountain with me. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of a young gent and little lady (about 24) strolling rather wobbley towards us.
The gal was wearing white pants covered in mud, and flip flops with very cut and bloody feet. She sat down nearby and Sam and I immediately asked what had happened. She is unable to speak, but her boyfriend (or guy trying to take advantage of her) stated that she had tried to jump in the river. Without saying anything she takes off her white pants to reveal a black silky thong and climbs into the fountain.
Sam and I attempt to convince her to put her pants back on, but it is no use. Then, as fast as you could say Jack Robinson not 1, but 2 police cars pull up. Sam and I immediately jump up and start moving away from the exposed gal. We cross the street and stop to watch from afar. Thats when they pulled out the handcuffs and hauled her off....
Overall, it was an eventful evening.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Thanks for the wonderful legs, they are really beautiful when the hair is shaved off and I can actually see whats underneath. I'm sorry for all the scars, but my cousin felt the need to burn me with a shovel when I was 8 years old and the rest are from the barbed wire fence I felt the need to jump.
I'm sorry for dying and straightening the hell out of you Hair. I should have appreciated the mousey brown color my momma gave me, but instead I felt the need to let my sister dye you platinum blond. I'm just happy you didn't fall out. I promise to take better care of you for now on.
To my hands and feet: I'm still not sure why you are so large and in charge and continue to grow sprouts of hair where you shouldn't. Nothing a razor can't take care of, but I don't think I'll heal from being called froto.
I continue to blame the caveman for inventing the wheel, I don't believe I would have this large tire around my waist if it wasn't for him. Could it be from lack of exercise and a few to many beers? - Most certainly not.
I'm sorry for the times that I flaunted my boobs around or wore that skimpy shirt. I tried wearing a cardboard box around campus town, but they still are the center of attention. I don't look forward to having children.
You look pretty good butt. I know you have a lot to support with those love handles sitting on your shoulders. Don't worry, I don't have to big of expectations for you, I recently disposed of my so called "skinny" jeans.
Body, I know I've neglected you over the past several years but I promise to do better for now on. Please forgive me.
Sincerely,
Your Owner & Worst Nightmare
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Gender Identity
Monday, June 7, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Dare To Be Different
Sometimes when I roll out of bed I think to myself
"Today I Feel Like Wearing MisMatched Socks"
Then of course I do.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
cover your childs eyes
"PEAK A BOO"
"THE LAWN MOWER"
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Magic Bullet + All New Recipies
One fine day in the month of may the maidens were at Gordmans and they came across this fine man for sale for a bargain price of $69. The man went by the name of "The Magic Bullet". The bullet was known to whip up salsa, smash up Chicken Salad, and blend up brilliance; however, neither of these fine ladies had the mullah to make the purchase so they both went home sad, defeated, and empty handed.
Driving... A Lot
"I'm Only Speeding Because I Have to Poop Really Bad"