(Per Manda's request, I'm posting something new. :) And I kind of wanted to post, considering it's been way too long. Again.)
The holidays came and went too quickly. With Matt and Jen's wedding, rearranging the house for little Aidan's arrival in a month (what?!), moving Tim into his new condo, and celebrating good ol' Christmas, it's been a big, swirling blur of stress and euphoria.
I can't believe I didn't write a single thing about the wedding! It was, by far, the most fun I've had at both a ceremony and a reception. Matt and Jen both were glowing the entire night - they're finally hitched!! My cousin, Ryan, and I stood up together. Quick side note (or not so quick): Ryan and I were together all the time as kids. I learned many valuable lessons through his generous outpouring of wisdom, such as the bottom of Uncle Danny's swimming pool doesn't smell like raspberries no matter how hard you sniff, and filling an empty beer can with the shavings from leftover 4th of July sparklers and lighting a match results in both pretty colors and scaring the bejesus out of Aunt Shar. We haven't seen each other in a year or more because he had to move to North Carolina, so putting us together for the wedding was either a decision made out of love or complete idiocy.
He made faces at me to get me to laugh during the entire ceremony. And, at one point, he came up to me and said "Pam, I don't know how to tell you this, but I think your sister is pregnant." Mind you, she's 8 months along.
During the bridal party dance, Ryan and I were together while my cousin Johnny and Meghan danced next to us. We made a quick decision to switch partners, so that Johnny and Ryan could seductively dance with one another, while Meghan and I danced together laughing our asses off. It turned into quite a trend - by the end of the bridal dance, everyone had switched partners to dance with either a relative or someone of the same sex (or both!). The older generation present at the reception was so pissed that we messed up such a lovely tradition, while the rest of us laughed so hard we were crying.
Tim looked meow meow meow in his uniform (as Manda would say - two paws up!). It's the first time I've seen him in his blues, and I wasn't disappointed at all *wink*. We're both such awkward slow dancers though - there were definitely bruised toes by the end of the night. But, those are the little things that I wouldn't trade for the world.
So yes - much love, laughter, and rum and coke at the wedding. Awesome.
Christmas was amazing as always. This was the first Christmas in probably two or three years that I felt "comfort and joy." Keeping all the gifts low-key, spending time with both my family and Tim's family (including his unbelievably fun little cousins) - as cheestastic as it is, it was nice to kind of count my blessings. It's been a rough year, so when things slow down a bit, I have to sit back and smile.
Tim is officially moved into his new condo!! The place looks gorgeous. Helping him unpack has been one of my favorite Tim and Pam memories to date. There's nothing like going through old photographs together, learning little things about him that even after a year of dating I still don't know (although the best moment was when he pulled this squished, crusty, missing-one-eye and overly loved crocodile from a box, saying "This is Izod!" I'm giggling just thinking about it). I'm just scared, because I promised him he could look through my old pictures - he's going to see Pam in her chunker "I don't care how I look" days. Yikes.
It's kind of fun to find all the little things that aren't quite right with the place. For example: he went to take a shower yesterday, and at one point I hear the quiet running of the water, and then I hear a strong gushing like the Mississippi just burst through a dam. Turns out the faucet came undone and flew across the bathroom.
Despite all of this, it's actually been a very slow couple of weeks. My hours at work were cut, and most people are busy around this time of year, so I haven't really seen many of my friends. I'm missing them all terribly...
Well, I believe that's all for now. I'm going to go do some research, and then knit a baby blanket. Oh yeah. That's how I roll, G.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Happiness is...
A warm blanket.
A sleeping cat at the end of your bed (and no, he's not plotting my demise).
A cup of wild sweet orange tea.
A cuddle bug curled up on the couch with you.
Episodes of The Office.
Emerson and Huxley - all in one day.
Pirate pictures on cell phones that talk.
Leftovers from Thanksgiving day.
A quick kiss on the cheek while walking through a store.
An epic battle between the Hiphopopotamus and the Rhymenocerous.
Sleep deprived, slap-happy moments.
Dragon tears/Jelly beans.
Willow tree collectibles.
Penguins.
Panic buttons that don't do much other than scream "PANIC!!!!" when you push it.
Bumping into old friends randomly at the Apple store.
Convincing friends that the bird actually really isn't the word. It's "your mom."
Sore fingers from playing the guitar too much.
Not doing homework for a day - even though that might be a terrible idea.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-kjM1asH-8 Horrible Sarah Palin moments that make you cry for her and laugh hysterically at the same time. Sweet Moses.
Finding mushy notes from his boot-camp days tucked in a drawer.
More to come later...
A sleeping cat at the end of your bed (and no, he's not plotting my demise).
A cup of wild sweet orange tea.
A cuddle bug curled up on the couch with you.
Episodes of The Office.
Emerson and Huxley - all in one day.
Pirate pictures on cell phones that talk.
Leftovers from Thanksgiving day.
A quick kiss on the cheek while walking through a store.
An epic battle between the Hiphopopotamus and the Rhymenocerous.
Sleep deprived, slap-happy moments.
Dragon tears/Jelly beans.
Willow tree collectibles.
Penguins.
Panic buttons that don't do much other than scream "PANIC!!!!" when you push it.
Bumping into old friends randomly at the Apple store.
Convincing friends that the bird actually really isn't the word. It's "your mom."
Sore fingers from playing the guitar too much.
Not doing homework for a day - even though that might be a terrible idea.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-kjM1asH-8 Horrible Sarah Palin moments that make you cry for her and laugh hysterically at the same time. Sweet Moses.
Finding mushy notes from his boot-camp days tucked in a drawer.
More to come later...
I suck at posting
Seriously, I really wish I would blog regularly. I need to jump on that productive train.
I've been doing a lot of reminiscing lately. Ever since Matt and Jen's wedding, watching family come and go quickly, celebrating Thanksgiving with Tim for the first time...I've really had time to seriously sit down and think about where the past year has brought me. I've lost a lot of friendships, and I've seen a lot of people leave my life that I thought I could never live without (some actually physically moved away, while others just faded into the background). But, you know, I got through everything in one piece, and I'm such a better person now because of all of it.
It all really hit me when I was driving with Tim from his family's place to my family gathering yesterday. At this point last year, I was having massive arguments with members of my family, my significant other didn't even want to spend time with my side for Thanksgiving, my job was looking less than promising, and my grades were slipping terribly because of the amount of stress that I was under. And yesterday? I got to show Tim's little cousins how to draw an angry fish/shark (wish I'm sure their parents will "thank" me for later), I got to hold the newest member of the Brown family (little Dillan), I realized that this time next year I'll be playing constantly with my little nephew, and I got to spend the entire day with my best friend. Over the past year, I've practically finished up my undergrad (one year left, baby!), I found a new job that is getting me through and is actually worthwhile, and I've made some new friends that are freakin' awesome.
Yeah. Good stuff.
Life is really a bitch sometimes. But I'm a firm believer in the whole "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" catch phrase. And frankly, I'm glad that I went through all of the nonsense, because that means that I can actually appreciate what I have now.
So, long story short, I'm really thankful. It's always nice to have a moment to sit back and count the blessings in your life.
I've been doing a lot of reminiscing lately. Ever since Matt and Jen's wedding, watching family come and go quickly, celebrating Thanksgiving with Tim for the first time...I've really had time to seriously sit down and think about where the past year has brought me. I've lost a lot of friendships, and I've seen a lot of people leave my life that I thought I could never live without (some actually physically moved away, while others just faded into the background). But, you know, I got through everything in one piece, and I'm such a better person now because of all of it.
It all really hit me when I was driving with Tim from his family's place to my family gathering yesterday. At this point last year, I was having massive arguments with members of my family, my significant other didn't even want to spend time with my side for Thanksgiving, my job was looking less than promising, and my grades were slipping terribly because of the amount of stress that I was under. And yesterday? I got to show Tim's little cousins how to draw an angry fish/shark (wish I'm sure their parents will "thank" me for later), I got to hold the newest member of the Brown family (little Dillan), I realized that this time next year I'll be playing constantly with my little nephew, and I got to spend the entire day with my best friend. Over the past year, I've practically finished up my undergrad (one year left, baby!), I found a new job that is getting me through and is actually worthwhile, and I've made some new friends that are freakin' awesome.
Yeah. Good stuff.
Life is really a bitch sometimes. But I'm a firm believer in the whole "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" catch phrase. And frankly, I'm glad that I went through all of the nonsense, because that means that I can actually appreciate what I have now.
So, long story short, I'm really thankful. It's always nice to have a moment to sit back and count the blessings in your life.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Seriously?
http://www.detnews.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20081104/METRO/811040369
If these protesters were to drop off the face of the earth in 2.5 seconds, I would be quite content.
The Laramie Project is one of the most moving plays I have ever seen. If you believe that homosexuality is a sin, I can understand that - but discrimination in any case is wrong, especially if it leads to violence such as the brutal beating and ultimate death of Matthew Shephard.
Here's the deal: do you really think that Jesus would want you to do this to another child of God? Do you really think that in the Bible you can find justification for the cruelty that is forced upon people? Do you really think that you are so far superior to everyone else, that God holds you so high up in his favor, that you can tell people exactly what his plan is and how they don't fit into it?
So, attention all protesters in this group. Here's the truth from one Christian to another: You're not God. You're not Jesus. And no matter how long you study the Bible or any Church doctrine, you will never fully understand all of the complexities of it. You're doing nothing but promoting the kind of divisiveness that has torn this world to pieces (not to mention you're making yourselves look like a bunch of pompous, arrogant, self-righteous people who spend more time holding a picket sign than actually doing something that might make this world a better place to live in). Do us all a favor - shut your mouths, throw out your signs, and spend all that time and energy that you would have wasted and build a community center, tutor a child, or work with the homeless.
Jesus befriended prostitutes and tax collectors. Chew on that for a while.
If these protesters were to drop off the face of the earth in 2.5 seconds, I would be quite content.
The Laramie Project is one of the most moving plays I have ever seen. If you believe that homosexuality is a sin, I can understand that - but discrimination in any case is wrong, especially if it leads to violence such as the brutal beating and ultimate death of Matthew Shephard.
Here's the deal: do you really think that Jesus would want you to do this to another child of God? Do you really think that in the Bible you can find justification for the cruelty that is forced upon people? Do you really think that you are so far superior to everyone else, that God holds you so high up in his favor, that you can tell people exactly what his plan is and how they don't fit into it?
So, attention all protesters in this group. Here's the truth from one Christian to another: You're not God. You're not Jesus. And no matter how long you study the Bible or any Church doctrine, you will never fully understand all of the complexities of it. You're doing nothing but promoting the kind of divisiveness that has torn this world to pieces (not to mention you're making yourselves look like a bunch of pompous, arrogant, self-righteous people who spend more time holding a picket sign than actually doing something that might make this world a better place to live in). Do us all a favor - shut your mouths, throw out your signs, and spend all that time and energy that you would have wasted and build a community center, tutor a child, or work with the homeless.
Jesus befriended prostitutes and tax collectors. Chew on that for a while.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Upset moments
So, today was one of those rather emotional days. For starters, mass today was a celebration of All Souls' Day where we pray for all those that have passed away. I know a mass like this shouldn't upset me, because it's more of a celebration of our loved ones "going home" than a day to grieve. But still, I can't help but feel a twinge of sadness - there are so many people that have passed away in my life that I miss with all of my heart. I wonder if they're proud of me, you know? I guess that's what everyone thinks when they lose someone...
My brother, Matt, is officially moving out this week (considering his wedding is in six days). Pretty much all of his stuff has been packed up today. This hit me way harder than expected. I've been fighting tears all day. He's been the mediator in my family ever since Julia and I could fight (which started at a very young age). He's always been a person that I could talk to, especially when things started to get crazy and too much for one person to handle. We've never really been apart for longer than a month. Now he's leaving...God, this sucks.
Last, but certainly not least, my grandparents came over today and said "I have something for you." They handed me a folded up piece of paper...turns out it was a photocopied picture of me from the Michigan Catholic article, with the whole quote about how I was undecided circled. Underneath that, they had stapled an article about how abortion is the worst evil in the world, and they listed all the reasons why voting for Obama would be playing into this sort of "evil." It's kind of funny, really. I could get into comparing the whole treatment of the different siblings, but it's not worth it - the long and short of it is this is bullshit.
You know, I could feed hundreds of people, clothe every naked person on the planet, and cause a revolutionary spur to let no one live without health care, and it still wouldn't be good enough to some because it's either too liberal, too conservatie, the wrong religion, the wrong reasons, and so on.
This whole day feels hopeless. I need hot chocolate and a puppy. But instead, I'm going to go work on a paper. Ciao.
My brother, Matt, is officially moving out this week (considering his wedding is in six days). Pretty much all of his stuff has been packed up today. This hit me way harder than expected. I've been fighting tears all day. He's been the mediator in my family ever since Julia and I could fight (which started at a very young age). He's always been a person that I could talk to, especially when things started to get crazy and too much for one person to handle. We've never really been apart for longer than a month. Now he's leaving...God, this sucks.
Last, but certainly not least, my grandparents came over today and said "I have something for you." They handed me a folded up piece of paper...turns out it was a photocopied picture of me from the Michigan Catholic article, with the whole quote about how I was undecided circled. Underneath that, they had stapled an article about how abortion is the worst evil in the world, and they listed all the reasons why voting for Obama would be playing into this sort of "evil." It's kind of funny, really. I could get into comparing the whole treatment of the different siblings, but it's not worth it - the long and short of it is this is bullshit.
You know, I could feed hundreds of people, clothe every naked person on the planet, and cause a revolutionary spur to let no one live without health care, and it still wouldn't be good enough to some because it's either too liberal, too conservatie, the wrong religion, the wrong reasons, and so on.
This whole day feels hopeless. I need hot chocolate and a puppy. But instead, I'm going to go work on a paper. Ciao.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Daily
So, here are some fun lil' daily updates.
In a single shift at Caribou, I discovered the full spectrum of human kindness - from the one end consisting of kindness to the opposite where the bitches from the depths of hell reside. One guy brought the Bou staff some super yummy cinnamon rolls. Another guy decided to compliment my "beautiful blue eyes" while I was fixing up his latte (and no, he wasn't hitting on me)....Then I had a woman who I have never met before roll her eyes and tell me that I should know her drink even though I have never met her, and she refused to tell me what her drink consisted of. This same woman was at least in her 60s, and she tanned so much that she looked like her face was going to melt off. Yucko.
I'm telling you, if you want to learn what humanity really consists of, work a few morning shifts a week at the Bou. Forget classes on psychology - just deny people their turtle mochas and watch their eyes start twitching.
My mom and I spent some good ol' quality time together today, which just about never happens. We had a lot of errands to run to finish preparing for Matt and Jen's wedding in a week. It was great - dinner at Pei Wei, running to a couple of Hallmarks...I've been deprived of time with my mom ever since Julia became prego the momma fish and Matt's wedding date was set. I didn't even realize how much it affected me until today. It was bittersweet, really.
A while ago, Manda, Chris and I got together and watched "The Hills Have Eyes" together. I'm telling you, that movie scared the bejesus out of me the first time I saw it, and after watching it this time, I was still terrified. But you know, the scary parts were definitely minimized when everytime something happened, Manda screamed and her dog started hopping around barking. Needless to say, I hope we watch more freaky movies soon. :)
Tim and I went to Tillson street in Romeo on Thursday. All the houses on that street decorate every inch of their property with various Halloween themes. One house actually had a full pirate ship, complete with pirate skeletons and everything (and yes, he made the ship himself). It was a nice little date - it was kind of like walking through a downtown area when all the Christmas lights are up, just a bit more twisted. At one point, when Tim and I were playfully bickering, I went to go and kick him in the side...the only problem was that we were still holding hands, so I ended up kicking myself in the hand. Yeah. Tim won't let me live that one down.
...Yeah, that's all for now.
In a single shift at Caribou, I discovered the full spectrum of human kindness - from the one end consisting of kindness to the opposite where the bitches from the depths of hell reside. One guy brought the Bou staff some super yummy cinnamon rolls. Another guy decided to compliment my "beautiful blue eyes" while I was fixing up his latte (and no, he wasn't hitting on me)....Then I had a woman who I have never met before roll her eyes and tell me that I should know her drink even though I have never met her, and she refused to tell me what her drink consisted of. This same woman was at least in her 60s, and she tanned so much that she looked like her face was going to melt off. Yucko.
I'm telling you, if you want to learn what humanity really consists of, work a few morning shifts a week at the Bou. Forget classes on psychology - just deny people their turtle mochas and watch their eyes start twitching.
My mom and I spent some good ol' quality time together today, which just about never happens. We had a lot of errands to run to finish preparing for Matt and Jen's wedding in a week. It was great - dinner at Pei Wei, running to a couple of Hallmarks...I've been deprived of time with my mom ever since Julia became prego the momma fish and Matt's wedding date was set. I didn't even realize how much it affected me until today. It was bittersweet, really.
A while ago, Manda, Chris and I got together and watched "The Hills Have Eyes" together. I'm telling you, that movie scared the bejesus out of me the first time I saw it, and after watching it this time, I was still terrified. But you know, the scary parts were definitely minimized when everytime something happened, Manda screamed and her dog started hopping around barking. Needless to say, I hope we watch more freaky movies soon. :)
Tim and I went to Tillson street in Romeo on Thursday. All the houses on that street decorate every inch of their property with various Halloween themes. One house actually had a full pirate ship, complete with pirate skeletons and everything (and yes, he made the ship himself). It was a nice little date - it was kind of like walking through a downtown area when all the Christmas lights are up, just a bit more twisted. At one point, when Tim and I were playfully bickering, I went to go and kick him in the side...the only problem was that we were still holding hands, so I ended up kicking myself in the hand. Yeah. Tim won't let me live that one down.
...Yeah, that's all for now.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Bible Songs
So I'm looking up songs to sing tomorrow at a prayer service for the mentally disabled, and I discovered that some children Bible songs are some of the most ridiculous things EVER.
1. "Be Above It, Never Covet."
2. "Be True to Your Mate, Mate."
3. "Don't Bow Down to Idols"
4. "Choose Your Daddy."
5. "I'm gonna feed (500 mouths)" - And yes, it is a parody of "I would walk (500 miles)" by the Proclaimers
6. "Get Found Tonight" - Heck yes. It sounds like "Get Down Tonight" by K.C. and the Sunshine Band
7. "Tis so Sweet to Trust Jesus"
Enjoy. I sure did.
1. "Be Above It, Never Covet."
2. "Be True to Your Mate, Mate."
3. "Don't Bow Down to Idols"
4. "Choose Your Daddy."
5. "I'm gonna feed (500 mouths)" - And yes, it is a parody of "I would walk (500 miles)" by the Proclaimers
6. "Get Found Tonight" - Heck yes. It sounds like "Get Down Tonight" by K.C. and the Sunshine Band
7. "Tis so Sweet to Trust Jesus"
Enjoy. I sure did.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
My wish.
Life moves at a pace that is simply unfathomable right now. Let me put it this way - I'm so tired that by 8 o'clock at night, I don't feel tired anymore. Which causes me to stay awake longer than I really should. Which results in complete exhaustion the following day.
And the cycle continues day in and day out.
It's not that anything is particularly bad right now. My main complaint is the lack of time spent with friends, particularly the lack of much needed Pam-Tim time. Other than that, life is good. I just need a day where I can drink some cranberry apple tea, read some Emerson, curl up under a heated blanket, and sleep for as long as my little heart desires. Ah, what a magical and splendid day that would be.
Justin and I went to check out the poetry reading on campus today - it was Albert Goldbarth. He was phenomenal. A bit risque, too - I thought for sure that the gathering of old women would get up and storm out after the 5th time he said "fuck," or the 50th time he said "bra." If they left, they would have really missed out. If done right, poetry readings are the most amazing and tranquil of events. You go into a room, sit down, and listen to language. You don't even have to fully comprehend everything that's going on in the poem - you can just listen to the words. I love it.
Anyways, I'm off to finish reading The Plague. Joy!
And the cycle continues day in and day out.
It's not that anything is particularly bad right now. My main complaint is the lack of time spent with friends, particularly the lack of much needed Pam-Tim time. Other than that, life is good. I just need a day where I can drink some cranberry apple tea, read some Emerson, curl up under a heated blanket, and sleep for as long as my little heart desires. Ah, what a magical and splendid day that would be.
Justin and I went to check out the poetry reading on campus today - it was Albert Goldbarth. He was phenomenal. A bit risque, too - I thought for sure that the gathering of old women would get up and storm out after the 5th time he said "fuck," or the 50th time he said "bra." If they left, they would have really missed out. If done right, poetry readings are the most amazing and tranquil of events. You go into a room, sit down, and listen to language. You don't even have to fully comprehend everything that's going on in the poem - you can just listen to the words. I love it.
Anyways, I'm off to finish reading The Plague. Joy!
Friday, October 17, 2008
Whoa.
It's been a wee bit too long since I last wrote a blog. Yikes.
So, life has been insane. A couple of weeks ago we had our fall retreat for SJF. Unbelievable, as always. Especially the ride up - Manda and I followed through with our second year of driving up, getting insanely lost, and laughing the entire way to the point where my stomach hurt after.
After getting home from that, it was really hard adjusting back into the swing of things, which I think is the main reason why I haven't blogged in so long. When you go on retreat, you kind of get into that "I love everyone and everything!" mentality, and then you come home and life kind of bitch slaps you again. Not fun.
But, anyways, the semester is rolling on, the campaign is continuing, and I'm deciding on my costume for Halloween. (I'm leaning towards going as a large white garbage bag stuffed with newspaper...get it? I'll be white trash!!)
My next post will be more exciting. I promise.
So, life has been insane. A couple of weeks ago we had our fall retreat for SJF. Unbelievable, as always. Especially the ride up - Manda and I followed through with our second year of driving up, getting insanely lost, and laughing the entire way to the point where my stomach hurt after.
After getting home from that, it was really hard adjusting back into the swing of things, which I think is the main reason why I haven't blogged in so long. When you go on retreat, you kind of get into that "I love everyone and everything!" mentality, and then you come home and life kind of bitch slaps you again. Not fun.
But, anyways, the semester is rolling on, the campaign is continuing, and I'm deciding on my costume for Halloween. (I'm leaning towards going as a large white garbage bag stuffed with newspaper...get it? I'll be white trash!!)
My next post will be more exciting. I promise.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Oh headlines.
So, while perusing the online edition of the New York Times, I found a headline that said "Water Bears Triumph Over Outer Space."
...Now, I know what they were getting at. But all I could picture were big bears made out of water, swimming their way through outer space and placing a flag on all the planets in order to claim their territory.
Maybe I'm studying too much and my brain needed a vacation, but that made me giggle all the same.
...Now, I know what they were getting at. But all I could picture were big bears made out of water, swimming their way through outer space and placing a flag on all the planets in order to claim their territory.
Maybe I'm studying too much and my brain needed a vacation, but that made me giggle all the same.
Monday, September 15, 2008
AHHH!
Ever see a clip of something that's so amazingly funny that you can't stop giggling about it all day?
Yeup. This is one of those clips.
http://www.nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live/video/clips/palin-hillary-open/656281/
Yeup. This is one of those clips.
http://www.nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live/video/clips/palin-hillary-open/656281/
Sunday, September 14, 2008
A break
I've just read a grand total of five chapters from my textbooks, as well as a few pages of classical philosophy from Plato and Socrates. So, I had to take a break to do my blog for my media and social identity class.
While surfing the web to find an article, I discovered that in blogs that people write for CNN or NY Times, you'll get the occasional AOL lingo. "That's sad," I thought to myself. "You would think they'd at least come up with some new little sayings just to be impressive in their 15 minutes of fame."
Then, I had the realization that there HAS to be lingo that I don't know about. So I looked up a list. And here's the fucking goldmine that I found.
CUI - Cracking up inside
CUL8R - See you later
CTN - Can't talk now
FTW - For the win (What the fuck?! Yeah, because I use that in my everyday chat.)
KOTC - Kiss on the cheek
IMO - In my opinion
SHR - Shower (...Really?)
YT - You there
YTB - You're the best
STFW - Search the fucking web (No, seriously, it was on the list.)
And...last but not least...
ROFLMAO
Yeah, there are a lot of people who say that our generation will be far surpassing in intelligence in every way, shape, and form. In my opinion (or IMO), if we can't even remember how to properly use real words, let alone in a sentence form, let alone understand and apply the more complex rules of grammar, I'm not quite sure how far we'll get...
While surfing the web to find an article, I discovered that in blogs that people write for CNN or NY Times, you'll get the occasional AOL lingo. "That's sad," I thought to myself. "You would think they'd at least come up with some new little sayings just to be impressive in their 15 minutes of fame."
Then, I had the realization that there HAS to be lingo that I don't know about. So I looked up a list. And here's the fucking goldmine that I found.
CUI - Cracking up inside
CUL8R - See you later
CTN - Can't talk now
FTW - For the win (What the fuck?! Yeah, because I use that in my everyday chat.)
KOTC - Kiss on the cheek
IMO - In my opinion
SHR - Shower (...Really?)
YT - You there
YTB - You're the best
STFW - Search the fucking web (No, seriously, it was on the list.)
And...last but not least...
ROFLMAO
Yeah, there are a lot of people who say that our generation will be far surpassing in intelligence in every way, shape, and form. In my opinion (or IMO), if we can't even remember how to properly use real words, let alone in a sentence form, let alone understand and apply the more complex rules of grammar, I'm not quite sure how far we'll get...
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Ah! Funny story!
I told Justin and Katie this story earlier, and I can't believe I didn't blog about it!
So, a while ago I was at DSW shoe store (if you make one comment along the lines of "You're such a woman," I'll jump through the screen and kick your ass). I was standing in line to make my purchase, and I proceeded to people watch.
A bigger woman was walking towards the doors, not looking where she was going because she was busy texting. (Now, before I proceed to tell the rest of the story, I want to emphasize how clean the windows on the doors were - they were spotless.) Anyways, she seemed to think that these super clean windows were a magical portal to the outside world. So, without stopping or slowing down or fucking anything, she slams into the window. The whole think shook to the point where I was sure it was going to break. She looks up from her texting with an expression similar to a deer's after it gets broadsided by a car, she scoots out the door as quickly as possible, and continues texting.
...I felt so bad, but at the same time, I couldn't stop laughing. It was just like watching an overly-large sparrow flying towards the window and thinking "...He's not going to stop."
So, a while ago I was at DSW shoe store (if you make one comment along the lines of "You're such a woman," I'll jump through the screen and kick your ass). I was standing in line to make my purchase, and I proceeded to people watch.
A bigger woman was walking towards the doors, not looking where she was going because she was busy texting. (Now, before I proceed to tell the rest of the story, I want to emphasize how clean the windows on the doors were - they were spotless.) Anyways, she seemed to think that these super clean windows were a magical portal to the outside world. So, without stopping or slowing down or fucking anything, she slams into the window. The whole think shook to the point where I was sure it was going to break. She looks up from her texting with an expression similar to a deer's after it gets broadsided by a car, she scoots out the door as quickly as possible, and continues texting.
...I felt so bad, but at the same time, I couldn't stop laughing. It was just like watching an overly-large sparrow flying towards the window and thinking "...He's not going to stop."
Frustrating.
*Note - written May 9th, 2008*
So, I went to the John McCain town hall meeting this week at OU. And, I've got to say, I've never been so interested and infuriated all at the same time.
The main reason it was interesting was just to see a politician in action. I couldn't believe how he could so eloquently squirrel his way out of answering just about any straight forward question and still have his supporters eating out of the palm of his hand. All I could think was "How the hell did he do that?!"
He made some very good points about a variety of things. I like a lot of his ideas. But, I had a couple of huge issues with the whole event:
1. He came out immediately discussing human trafficking, freedom of religion, and child pornography. Don't get me wrong, these are huge issues that need to be addressed. But the fact is people need to hear that there's going to be some domestic relief on the home turf before we can find the strength to continue to be police officers across the world. Michigan is in a terrible position right now, and although these issues are of great importance, he should have come out and said "Folks, I know that's it rough, and I can't necessarily get you your jobs back, but here's what I've got planned."
2. There were four McCain protestors standing behind the bleachers, booing after every comment that McCain made that was in support of America. I have a couple of subpoints that go along with this.
a. If you have something to say, fucking say it. You don't like his campaign, there's nothing wrong with that, but create an intelligent question that addresses the issues that you have a problem with. It's young adults like you who just sit on the sidelines and bitch all the time about things that you don't even fully understand that give the rest of a bad reputation.
b. If you really wanted to stand up for what you believe in, volunteer for another person's campaign, or come out from behind the bleachers and show your face - if you're that passionate to the point of just being plain obnoxious and disrespectful, you shouldn't stand in the shadows. Don't be pansies.
c. Becoming politically involved does not mean reading up on one or two issues that you think define an entire person's campaign and then shoving those key points down our throats. This is not an effective way of understanding all the aspects of the person who is going to run our country. For example: just because a person respects life from the moment of conception until death does not mean he or she will have experience and insight necessary to run a country. That's the same for the opposite end of the spectrum - if someone is pro-choice, that doesn't necessarily mean he or she has what it takes. The same goes for issues involving the war in Iraq, social security, etc. READ UP ON EVERYTHING. You've got the time - if you've taken the time to read this blog, you have time to read up on summaries of every person's campaign.
d. If you're going to bitch about how nothing in this country is going right, do something about it. There's plenty of opportunities to fix this area/state/country/world, you just actually have to get up and look for it. Quit complaining - do something about it.
Overall, I'm still not sure who I'm going to vote for yet. I've got tons of time...but, all the same, it was so incredibly interesting to actually see a politician in action. I loved it. It infuriated me, but I loved it :)
So, I went to the John McCain town hall meeting this week at OU. And, I've got to say, I've never been so interested and infuriated all at the same time.
The main reason it was interesting was just to see a politician in action. I couldn't believe how he could so eloquently squirrel his way out of answering just about any straight forward question and still have his supporters eating out of the palm of his hand. All I could think was "How the hell did he do that?!"
He made some very good points about a variety of things. I like a lot of his ideas. But, I had a couple of huge issues with the whole event:
1. He came out immediately discussing human trafficking, freedom of religion, and child pornography. Don't get me wrong, these are huge issues that need to be addressed. But the fact is people need to hear that there's going to be some domestic relief on the home turf before we can find the strength to continue to be police officers across the world. Michigan is in a terrible position right now, and although these issues are of great importance, he should have come out and said "Folks, I know that's it rough, and I can't necessarily get you your jobs back, but here's what I've got planned."
2. There were four McCain protestors standing behind the bleachers, booing after every comment that McCain made that was in support of America. I have a couple of subpoints that go along with this.
a. If you have something to say, fucking say it. You don't like his campaign, there's nothing wrong with that, but create an intelligent question that addresses the issues that you have a problem with. It's young adults like you who just sit on the sidelines and bitch all the time about things that you don't even fully understand that give the rest of a bad reputation.
b. If you really wanted to stand up for what you believe in, volunteer for another person's campaign, or come out from behind the bleachers and show your face - if you're that passionate to the point of just being plain obnoxious and disrespectful, you shouldn't stand in the shadows. Don't be pansies.
c. Becoming politically involved does not mean reading up on one or two issues that you think define an entire person's campaign and then shoving those key points down our throats. This is not an effective way of understanding all the aspects of the person who is going to run our country. For example: just because a person respects life from the moment of conception until death does not mean he or she will have experience and insight necessary to run a country. That's the same for the opposite end of the spectrum - if someone is pro-choice, that doesn't necessarily mean he or she has what it takes. The same goes for issues involving the war in Iraq, social security, etc. READ UP ON EVERYTHING. You've got the time - if you've taken the time to read this blog, you have time to read up on summaries of every person's campaign.
d. If you're going to bitch about how nothing in this country is going right, do something about it. There's plenty of opportunities to fix this area/state/country/world, you just actually have to get up and look for it. Quit complaining - do something about it.
Overall, I'm still not sure who I'm going to vote for yet. I've got tons of time...but, all the same, it was so incredibly interesting to actually see a politician in action. I loved it. It infuriated me, but I loved it :)
Dear fashion industry
*Note - some of you have read this before. I've posted it on facebook and such ages back, but, I figured it should actually be added to my real blog.*
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Pam Hester. I'm a [junior] at Oakland University, studying literature, theater, and political science.
Now that I've introduced myself, I shall cut right to the chase - the style of clothing that is prominent in practically every single store royally sucks. Forgive me for being so bold, but, it took me over 6 days, 9 stores, and 30+ trips to the dressing room to find a suitable dress for a wedding.
Here's the deal - I'm curvy. That does not mean I'm fat - that means that I have breasts and hips. Now, your new line of clothing doesn't quite suit women who have even a slight hint of "mammers" or a wee bit of "junk in the trunk" as the young ones like to say these days. It's incredibly inconvenient for a multitude of reasons. Allow me to list why:
1. The new line of dresses and shirts make all women look like they're Prego the Momma Fish (in case you don't get the reference, that means pregnant).
2. The new line of dresses and shirts are also bright, vibrant colors that don't go well together at all, thus resulting in all women looking like pregnant hippies that have no sense of color coordination.
3. Big, flashy bows, ribbons, or sequins around my breasts really isn't necessary - I don't need a dress that makes my boobs look like a fucking Christmas present.
4. Because all of the new clothing has some sort of FUBAR pizazz to it, the prices are going up. Glitter, sequins, bows, multiple colors - it costs me (a poor college student struggling to pay bills, fill the gas tank, and save for a new car) a bloody fortune.
So please note - sometimes, a plain, simple, chic, and sexy black dress for a wedding is quite alright. Even for every day events, simple t-shirts and non-skin tight jeans work just fine. In fact, I kind of like carpenter style jeans or cargos for chicks. I don't need to be, nor do I want to be, a hoochie momma. So quit making every single fucking store 1.) unbelievably expensive, 2.) sell terribly hideous clothes, and 3.) create sizes and styles that make every woman feel like a bloated walrus who just ate 3 Big Macs and a few crunch wrap supremes.
May the gods smote you with horrible boils, giant frogs, rabid squirrels, and genital warts until you decide that it's time to design a new line of fashion.
Thank you. Have a nice day.
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Pam Hester. I'm a [junior] at Oakland University, studying literature, theater, and political science.
Now that I've introduced myself, I shall cut right to the chase - the style of clothing that is prominent in practically every single store royally sucks. Forgive me for being so bold, but, it took me over 6 days, 9 stores, and 30+ trips to the dressing room to find a suitable dress for a wedding.
Here's the deal - I'm curvy. That does not mean I'm fat - that means that I have breasts and hips. Now, your new line of clothing doesn't quite suit women who have even a slight hint of "mammers" or a wee bit of "junk in the trunk" as the young ones like to say these days. It's incredibly inconvenient for a multitude of reasons. Allow me to list why:
1. The new line of dresses and shirts make all women look like they're Prego the Momma Fish (in case you don't get the reference, that means pregnant).
2. The new line of dresses and shirts are also bright, vibrant colors that don't go well together at all, thus resulting in all women looking like pregnant hippies that have no sense of color coordination.
3. Big, flashy bows, ribbons, or sequins around my breasts really isn't necessary - I don't need a dress that makes my boobs look like a fucking Christmas present.
4. Because all of the new clothing has some sort of FUBAR pizazz to it, the prices are going up. Glitter, sequins, bows, multiple colors - it costs me (a poor college student struggling to pay bills, fill the gas tank, and save for a new car) a bloody fortune.
So please note - sometimes, a plain, simple, chic, and sexy black dress for a wedding is quite alright. Even for every day events, simple t-shirts and non-skin tight jeans work just fine. In fact, I kind of like carpenter style jeans or cargos for chicks. I don't need to be, nor do I want to be, a hoochie momma. So quit making every single fucking store 1.) unbelievably expensive, 2.) sell terribly hideous clothes, and 3.) create sizes and styles that make every woman feel like a bloated walrus who just ate 3 Big Macs and a few crunch wrap supremes.
May the gods smote you with horrible boils, giant frogs, rabid squirrels, and genital warts until you decide that it's time to design a new line of fashion.
Thank you. Have a nice day.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Wow. That's a good one.
"In celebration of Subliminal Communications Month, come up with your own message and a way to subliminally transmit it, then write about it." -Writers Block
Well, to be quite honest, I don't really feel that subliminalthezombiesarecomingcommunication is an effective tool of conveying any sort of message. For example: there was a commercial on not tooseriouslythey'reherelong ago for KFC where they had this picture of a chicken sandwich that was only a dollar. In the actual picture, there was a piece of lettucezombies!that, when you looked at it closely, had a small dollar bill drawn into it. This was supposed to make you think "Hey, that's so delicious, and so cheap!" But really, all I could think wasFUCKTHEY'REGOINGTOEATYOU"Anything made by KFC that's that cheap is probably looked down upon in third world countries, let alone in America."
So, I say "no thanks" to subliminal messaging. It doesn't do much for me.
Bummer
It's been officially one week since I've started classes, and I've gone through all of the typical "What the hell?!" stages that one experiences while returning to that little slice of heaven we call Oakland University.
1.) Somewhat excitement about starting a few (if not all) of your classes this semester, especially after reading through the student reports at www.ratemyprofessor.com
2.) Getting to campus near 45 minutes early just to find a parking spot, and still somehow managing to be late for class. Not to mention getting almost hit both inside and outside of your car during this process because a common side effect of stepping onto OU's campus is instant loss of any knowledge on correct and and un-douche bag-like driving.
3.) Pure irritation at the fact that people claim to be all-knowing in regards to literature, politics, music, and art, only for them to fall flat on their faces when confronted with a thought provoking question, leading to a response similar to "Down with Big Brother."
4.) Justin put it best - "I hope they legalize marijuana just so the pot heads have nothing left to talk about."
5.) Let's face it - your shirt that's way too tight for you that has "OMG WTF" printed in bold letters on the front really doesn't say "I'm an intelligent college student - you should consider hiring me." No, that says something more along the lines of "I occasionally color inside the lines of my Barney and Friends coloring book."
...But, I've gotten through it all successfully yet again, and I'm ready to start a new year. :)
1.) Somewhat excitement about starting a few (if not all) of your classes this semester, especially after reading through the student reports at www.ratemyprofessor.com
2.) Getting to campus near 45 minutes early just to find a parking spot, and still somehow managing to be late for class. Not to mention getting almost hit both inside and outside of your car during this process because a common side effect of stepping onto OU's campus is instant loss of any knowledge on correct and and un-douche bag-like driving.
3.) Pure irritation at the fact that people claim to be all-knowing in regards to literature, politics, music, and art, only for them to fall flat on their faces when confronted with a thought provoking question, leading to a response similar to "Down with Big Brother."
4.) Justin put it best - "I hope they legalize marijuana just so the pot heads have nothing left to talk about."
5.) Let's face it - your shirt that's way too tight for you that has "OMG WTF" printed in bold letters on the front really doesn't say "I'm an intelligent college student - you should consider hiring me." No, that says something more along the lines of "I occasionally color inside the lines of my Barney and Friends coloring book."
...But, I've gotten through it all successfully yet again, and I'm ready to start a new year. :)
Friday, August 29, 2008
Political rantings
http://www.time.com/time/politics/article/0,8599,1837510,00.html/time/politics/article/0,8599,1837492,00.html
Yeah. That pretty much sealed the deal in terms of who I'm voting for. And I thought it was going to have to think about this more..
The first thing that infuriated me about this article in particular is the statement about how "she's pro-life in practice as well as in theory" because she gave birth to her fifth child, knowing that he would have Down Syndrome. Well, that's great - I'm glad that she chose life. But, the "problem" here is this - a happily married woman with a family of four (who is INSANELY wealthy) is really not in a terrible position in which she has to face the choice of having an abortion or not...
She's only been governor a month longer than Obama has been running for President....And McCain was attacking Obama for lack of experience? If McCain gets elected, he will be the oldest President to be inaugurated. Pardon me for being so frank, but he croaks while in office (which is a damn good possibility at his age), she's going to be the President.
I could go into much more fury, but I'll simply end on a "No thank you."
Yeah. That pretty much sealed the deal in terms of who I'm voting for. And I thought it was going to have to think about this more..
The first thing that infuriated me about this article in particular is the statement about how "she's pro-life in practice as well as in theory" because she gave birth to her fifth child, knowing that he would have Down Syndrome. Well, that's great - I'm glad that she chose life. But, the "problem" here is this - a happily married woman with a family of four (who is INSANELY wealthy) is really not in a terrible position in which she has to face the choice of having an abortion or not...
She's only been governor a month longer than Obama has been running for President....And McCain was attacking Obama for lack of experience? If McCain gets elected, he will be the oldest President to be inaugurated. Pardon me for being so frank, but he croaks while in office (which is a damn good possibility at his age), she's going to be the President.
I could go into much more fury, but I'll simply end on a "No thank you."
Sunday, August 24, 2008
MUSH
*Caution: mushy content (In case you didn't get that according to the title).
I apologize sincerely. I usually don't blog about events like this, but I felt it was necessary...partially because I have to tell somebody about it, and it's about 1 am, so I can't call anyone. So I'll tell my blog.
First, there's a back story to all of this. When Tim and I first met, I was reading this book called Captivating. He asked me what it was about, and I explained that it was a spiritual book written for women that had a lot to do with rediscovering who you are, who you want to be, and what you desire. (Advertisement - I'm not one for spiritual or self-help books, but ladies, this book was GOOD). I told him that the book really touched me in a lot of ways, and it really explained me.
Also, when we got in our first big fight, I kind of used the book to better explain how I was feeling, mostly because when I'm upset and/or stressed, I can't speak my mind clearly to save me life.
So, tonight, Tim and I had a bet on something that happened in Tolkien's Return of the King (Don't you say a word). I didn't want to trust the computer (mostly because it said that he was the winner of the debate), so we were rummaging through his book collection to actually see if he had a copy. In the top half of one of his stacks of books was Captivating. I started laughing and I asked him if was trying to get in touch with his inner woman...and he kind of looked at me and just said that he went and bought it at Barnes and Noble at one point...He wanted to read the book to get to know me better.
He never told me about it...he just bought it, and read parts of it.
...Now. Maybe I'm overreacting. But that is, quite possibly, one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me. You can keep all the most expensive and lavish gifts in the world, because nothing, nothing comes even remotely close to that. When I told him I was shocked, he just said "I keep telling you you're worth it. One day you'll believe me."
In conclusion, there isn't a day that goes by that I don't thank God for putting Tim in my life.
(Oh, and as another side note, don't ever make a bet with a librarian-to-be about a Tolkien book/movie. Especially if that bet includes a homemade pie. And especially if you already owe that librarian-to-be a homemade pie.)
I apologize sincerely. I usually don't blog about events like this, but I felt it was necessary...partially because I have to tell somebody about it, and it's about 1 am, so I can't call anyone. So I'll tell my blog.
First, there's a back story to all of this. When Tim and I first met, I was reading this book called Captivating. He asked me what it was about, and I explained that it was a spiritual book written for women that had a lot to do with rediscovering who you are, who you want to be, and what you desire. (Advertisement - I'm not one for spiritual or self-help books, but ladies, this book was GOOD). I told him that the book really touched me in a lot of ways, and it really explained me.
Also, when we got in our first big fight, I kind of used the book to better explain how I was feeling, mostly because when I'm upset and/or stressed, I can't speak my mind clearly to save me life.
So, tonight, Tim and I had a bet on something that happened in Tolkien's Return of the King (Don't you say a word). I didn't want to trust the computer (mostly because it said that he was the winner of the debate), so we were rummaging through his book collection to actually see if he had a copy. In the top half of one of his stacks of books was Captivating. I started laughing and I asked him if was trying to get in touch with his inner woman...and he kind of looked at me and just said that he went and bought it at Barnes and Noble at one point...He wanted to read the book to get to know me better.
He never told me about it...he just bought it, and read parts of it.
...Now. Maybe I'm overreacting. But that is, quite possibly, one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me. You can keep all the most expensive and lavish gifts in the world, because nothing, nothing comes even remotely close to that. When I told him I was shocked, he just said "I keep telling you you're worth it. One day you'll believe me."
In conclusion, there isn't a day that goes by that I don't thank God for putting Tim in my life.
(Oh, and as another side note, don't ever make a bet with a librarian-to-be about a Tolkien book/movie. Especially if that bet includes a homemade pie. And especially if you already owe that librarian-to-be a homemade pie.)
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Sappy moment
You know, today was an amazing day.
It started off at 9 am with PK and I fixing up my car. The whole exhaust system needed to be replaced, and it was an all day process. Well, almost all day - 9-4ish. But now my car purrs like a kitten. I'm a fan. So, a double "woot" goes to PK and his freakin' sweet car skills, as well as being just an awesome friend.
Then, I went home...and my dad said he needed to talk to me. An instant "eek" raced through my brain. It started off as a conversation about Matt (my older brother) and how he graduated with a certification after 6 years, and how he was covered under the insurance because of his continuing education...so, I thought the conversation was going to turn into "We need you to find your own insurance soon."
No. It turned into "So, mom and I have talked about it, and we decided that we want to pay for the first year of your grad school, books and everything."...My mouth literally dropped open. I started to cry. I've never been so overwhelmed or so grateful for anything my entire life...I can actually be a professor! It's not going to be impossible!!
I'm stoked. Stoked is an understatement.
I feel like this is a bizarre answer to my prayers, because I kept telling God that I was feeling trapped and I felt like I couldn't see any sort of path out of the whole convoluted mess that's been made over the past three or four months. I've never really felt like God directly answered prayers in this way...but it's definitely feeling as if this is some sort of blessing/break that he fully intended on sending my way.
Afterwards, I went to see Tim, taking him a bowl of some homemade venison stew...you know, lately it's been pretty crazy because of how much he works and how much my schedule varies. But, even if I get to spend just an hour with him, I feel like I can stay sane. It's amazing how much I miss him when I have to go a long time without seeing him...but, at the same time, it's amazing how I'm totally comfortable just doing my own thing and being myself, even if we can't be together as much as we'd like.
...It's been an awesome, awesome day.
It started off at 9 am with PK and I fixing up my car. The whole exhaust system needed to be replaced, and it was an all day process. Well, almost all day - 9-4ish. But now my car purrs like a kitten. I'm a fan. So, a double "woot" goes to PK and his freakin' sweet car skills, as well as being just an awesome friend.
Then, I went home...and my dad said he needed to talk to me. An instant "eek" raced through my brain. It started off as a conversation about Matt (my older brother) and how he graduated with a certification after 6 years, and how he was covered under the insurance because of his continuing education...so, I thought the conversation was going to turn into "We need you to find your own insurance soon."
No. It turned into "So, mom and I have talked about it, and we decided that we want to pay for the first year of your grad school, books and everything."...My mouth literally dropped open. I started to cry. I've never been so overwhelmed or so grateful for anything my entire life...I can actually be a professor! It's not going to be impossible!!
I'm stoked. Stoked is an understatement.
I feel like this is a bizarre answer to my prayers, because I kept telling God that I was feeling trapped and I felt like I couldn't see any sort of path out of the whole convoluted mess that's been made over the past three or four months. I've never really felt like God directly answered prayers in this way...but it's definitely feeling as if this is some sort of blessing/break that he fully intended on sending my way.
Afterwards, I went to see Tim, taking him a bowl of some homemade venison stew...you know, lately it's been pretty crazy because of how much he works and how much my schedule varies. But, even if I get to spend just an hour with him, I feel like I can stay sane. It's amazing how much I miss him when I have to go a long time without seeing him...but, at the same time, it's amazing how I'm totally comfortable just doing my own thing and being myself, even if we can't be together as much as we'd like.
...It's been an awesome, awesome day.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Restless 2 am.
I wish there was some sort of way to shut your brain off.
No. Seriously. My overactive mind is the leading cause of lack of sleep these days. I've tried everything from reading, writing, praying, watching tv, drinking sleepy time tea (yes, there is such a creature)...it doesn't change the fact that, for whatever reason, I have to lay in bed for an hour or more to just think. It's as if there's some sort of gerbil in my head, running on one of those little exercise wheels nonstop, the wheel making constant squeaking noises everytime the gerbil's pudgy little legs push him to take a step.
"So, what's on your mind?"
That's the thing - nothing in particular. I'm typically not overly bothered by much of anything. I'm really not stressed, I'm not working too hard. I'll think about everything from conversations I've had, stories I heard on the news, books I'd like to read...just random, stupid crap. (Granted, tonight's a wee bit of a different scenario, but we don't need to get into that.)
It's the same when I'm going for a walk, or even when I'm reading...my thoughts move so quickly that it's difficult for me to grasp them, if that makes any sense at all.
So if anyone has a solution, fill me in. I'm all ears....or eyes, considering this is a blog.
No. Seriously. My overactive mind is the leading cause of lack of sleep these days. I've tried everything from reading, writing, praying, watching tv, drinking sleepy time tea (yes, there is such a creature)...it doesn't change the fact that, for whatever reason, I have to lay in bed for an hour or more to just think. It's as if there's some sort of gerbil in my head, running on one of those little exercise wheels nonstop, the wheel making constant squeaking noises everytime the gerbil's pudgy little legs push him to take a step.
"So, what's on your mind?"
That's the thing - nothing in particular. I'm typically not overly bothered by much of anything. I'm really not stressed, I'm not working too hard. I'll think about everything from conversations I've had, stories I heard on the news, books I'd like to read...just random, stupid crap. (Granted, tonight's a wee bit of a different scenario, but we don't need to get into that.)
It's the same when I'm going for a walk, or even when I'm reading...my thoughts move so quickly that it's difficult for me to grasp them, if that makes any sense at all.
So if anyone has a solution, fill me in. I'm all ears....or eyes, considering this is a blog.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Gah.
So, I came home, and although sleepy, I thought "I'll watch tv for 20 minutes."
There's a show on the history channel about giant octopuses. They just showed footage of an octopus eating a shark.
...I'll repeat that.
They just showed footage of an octopus. Eating a shark. EATING A FUCKING SHARK.
...It's 1:21 am, and I'm super sleepy, but I can't stop watching this show.
There's a show on the history channel about giant octopuses. They just showed footage of an octopus eating a shark.
...I'll repeat that.
They just showed footage of an octopus. Eating a shark. EATING A FUCKING SHARK.
...It's 1:21 am, and I'm super sleepy, but I can't stop watching this show.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Too bad it's not just checkers
I've been sitting around all day today. On the one hand, it hasn't exactly been the most fun - food poisoning never is. On the other hand, I had the opportunity to thoroughly enjoy the silence of my house, which is as rare an occurrence as seeing a unicorn with a top hat, tap dancing to "Putting on the Ritz." So, so nice.
Had a fun couple of shockers today, none of which I can get into all that much...but, the point is, the game of life in the Hester household has officially gone from a strategic, "learn as you play" type to a more aggressive, 500 mile an hour Mario Kart-esque track in which we get knocked off our asses with a random green shell far too often. It's been a change a few months in the making now, and I can't say I'm thoroughly enjoying it.
It's weird when you hit that point in your life where you have to separate yourself from your family and move at your own pace in your own direction. It's not like I'm going to completely abandon my family by any means, but this is essentially the moment I've been waiting for since I was twelve. I can move out within the next six months, I'm as financially stable as a college student can be, I'm graduating in a year or so, I've got a stable boyfriend and a plethora of amazing friends...and yet I'm semi-freaking the fuck out.
Bizarre. I think my inner-child is slightly upset with me on that one.
Had a fun couple of shockers today, none of which I can get into all that much...but, the point is, the game of life in the Hester household has officially gone from a strategic, "learn as you play" type to a more aggressive, 500 mile an hour Mario Kart-esque track in which we get knocked off our asses with a random green shell far too often. It's been a change a few months in the making now, and I can't say I'm thoroughly enjoying it.
It's weird when you hit that point in your life where you have to separate yourself from your family and move at your own pace in your own direction. It's not like I'm going to completely abandon my family by any means, but this is essentially the moment I've been waiting for since I was twelve. I can move out within the next six months, I'm as financially stable as a college student can be, I'm graduating in a year or so, I've got a stable boyfriend and a plethora of amazing friends...and yet I'm semi-freaking the fuck out.
Bizarre. I think my inner-child is slightly upset with me on that one.
Personal intro continued/updated
I'm no longer going for a double major. I'm sticking with a political science major and a minor in English.
Yeah, I know, I can't get a teaching certificate that way. That's not so cool. But, the fact is, a double major with a Secondary Education certification will take me just as much time as getting a masters in political science. Yeah.
I failed to mention some more personal aspects of myself in the last intro. Sorry about that.
I love music, to the point where some might consider it semi-unhealthy. Same with South Park. And no, the two aren't necessarily linked.
I'm a fan of reading and writing (obviously).
I've been dating a guy named Tim for plus six months now, and he makes me a very, very happy Pam. There's lots to be said about him/us, but, we don't need to get into that sort of mushiness now. I'm sure he'll be mentioned in some way or another in blogs to come.
I love my friends.
And...yeah.
Yeah, I know, I can't get a teaching certificate that way. That's not so cool. But, the fact is, a double major with a Secondary Education certification will take me just as much time as getting a masters in political science. Yeah.
I failed to mention some more personal aspects of myself in the last intro. Sorry about that.
I love music, to the point where some might consider it semi-unhealthy. Same with South Park. And no, the two aren't necessarily linked.
I'm a fan of reading and writing (obviously).
I've been dating a guy named Tim for plus six months now, and he makes me a very, very happy Pam. There's lots to be said about him/us, but, we don't need to get into that sort of mushiness now. I'm sure he'll be mentioned in some way or another in blogs to come.
I love my friends.
And...yeah.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Dear Kwame and his supporters
(*Edit* Yes, I double post things. I'm going to do that for a while until I get more comfy with the blogging scene)
Hello there, Mr. Kilpatrick. It's good to see you - on every news channel (both national and local), every newspaper (both national and local again), and on every website imaginable. Too bad we couldn't be seeing your face plastered everywhere because of the good that you've done for our city. I guess that would be too much to ask of our mayor.
You had a lot of promise, Kwame. It's such a shame that you're facing two counts of assault (The assault of a police officer, too. Way to go.), one count of conspiracy to obstruct justice, one count of obstruction of justice, two counts of misconduct in office, and four (FOUR!!!) counts of perjury. That's ten fenlony charges, Kwame. Ouch.
You're defense attorney said that you were in good spirits after leaving jail. I really hope that was one of those optimistic lies. Because, frankly, with all those nasty charges and with a night in a jail cell, I should hope that you're not in a cheeky mood.
Where's your wife and family in all of this? I mean, when you cheated on her and it became public (both of these instances proving just how arrogant and ignorant you are), she claimed that she still supported you. I really, really hope (for her sake) that she's packing up her stuff and moving out. I doubt she can even look in you in the eyes. Do you really expect your children to be able to look up to you now as a good role model, might I add? If you weren't going to think about how your city would suffer from all of this nonsense, you should've at least thought about your own children. One of your attorneys said "I'm sure the mayor's family is going to be very happy to have the mayor back home." (James Thomas) I guess we'll see about that.
How was your vacation to Windsor? I mean, apparently you were going on an emergency meeting, of course...but, isn't it kind of funny how the people who supposedly called you to such an urgent meeting claimed to have never called you? Gee. The cards must be stacked against you.
You have put your family and your city through enough hell to last a lifetime. You have cost us way too much money with your bullshit antics. Resign. Resign, resign, resign. Enough is enough. You claimed once you got out of jail that you were ready to go back to work - do us a favor and don't. You're definition of "working" is definitely different than most of ours.
Oh, and Kwame supporters, I have a peice of advice for you - shut the fuck up. One of you was pictured in the free press with a sign saying "Is this 2008 or 1968." Do you realize how idiotic you are if you think that this whole case, this whole fucking convoluted piece of work that we have heard about for months and months, is really a matter of black or white? Any man or woman, ANY, regardless of the color of his skin, would be (AND SHOULD BE) punished for the crimes that this man has committed. So please, put down your sign, go home, open up any newspaper, and educate yourself. You obviously need it.
Furthermore, for the rest of you, if you still support the mayor after everything that he has not done for this city, I pity you. There are so many more nobler causes to support than this - find one. I promise you, it won't be hard, and it'll take just as much time to read up on one than it will for you to piss and moan about Kilpatrick. If you really think that a person's rights are being denied, check out any human rights website. Maybe that'll help you with your apparent blindness.
Thank you, and have a pleasant day.
Sincerely,
Pam Hester
Hello there, Mr. Kilpatrick. It's good to see you - on every news channel (both national and local), every newspaper (both national and local again), and on every website imaginable. Too bad we couldn't be seeing your face plastered everywhere because of the good that you've done for our city. I guess that would be too much to ask of our mayor.
You had a lot of promise, Kwame. It's such a shame that you're facing two counts of assault (The assault of a police officer, too. Way to go.), one count of conspiracy to obstruct justice, one count of obstruction of justice, two counts of misconduct in office, and four (FOUR!!!) counts of perjury. That's ten fenlony charges, Kwame. Ouch.
You're defense attorney said that you were in good spirits after leaving jail. I really hope that was one of those optimistic lies. Because, frankly, with all those nasty charges and with a night in a jail cell, I should hope that you're not in a cheeky mood.
Where's your wife and family in all of this? I mean, when you cheated on her and it became public (both of these instances proving just how arrogant and ignorant you are), she claimed that she still supported you. I really, really hope (for her sake) that she's packing up her stuff and moving out. I doubt she can even look in you in the eyes. Do you really expect your children to be able to look up to you now as a good role model, might I add? If you weren't going to think about how your city would suffer from all of this nonsense, you should've at least thought about your own children. One of your attorneys said "I'm sure the mayor's family is going to be very happy to have the mayor back home." (James Thomas) I guess we'll see about that.
How was your vacation to Windsor? I mean, apparently you were going on an emergency meeting, of course...but, isn't it kind of funny how the people who supposedly called you to such an urgent meeting claimed to have never called you? Gee. The cards must be stacked against you.
You have put your family and your city through enough hell to last a lifetime. You have cost us way too much money with your bullshit antics. Resign. Resign, resign, resign. Enough is enough. You claimed once you got out of jail that you were ready to go back to work - do us a favor and don't. You're definition of "working" is definitely different than most of ours.
Oh, and Kwame supporters, I have a peice of advice for you - shut the fuck up. One of you was pictured in the free press with a sign saying "Is this 2008 or 1968." Do you realize how idiotic you are if you think that this whole case, this whole fucking convoluted piece of work that we have heard about for months and months, is really a matter of black or white? Any man or woman, ANY, regardless of the color of his skin, would be (AND SHOULD BE) punished for the crimes that this man has committed. So please, put down your sign, go home, open up any newspaper, and educate yourself. You obviously need it.
Furthermore, for the rest of you, if you still support the mayor after everything that he has not done for this city, I pity you. There are so many more nobler causes to support than this - find one. I promise you, it won't be hard, and it'll take just as much time to read up on one than it will for you to piss and moan about Kilpatrick. If you really think that a person's rights are being denied, check out any human rights website. Maybe that'll help you with your apparent blindness.
Thank you, and have a pleasant day.
Sincerely,
Pam Hester
Woah
It's been a wee bit too long since I last posted. My apologies. It's been an eventful (and incredibly fun) summer.
So, I've been acting quite strangely lately. And I think people have noticed the byproduct of the strange behavior, but not the actual behavior itself.
I've been stopping to watch the sunset. Actually pulling over by Stoney Creek, sitting on top of a hill, and sitting in silence and observing.
Speaking of silence, I'm enjoying it way more than usual. Laying outside and either reading or just letting my mind wander without any background noise...
Even when there is background noise, it's always incredibly relaxing music like Jack Johnson.
The end result? I'm genuinely loving life. Now, granted, there are many more reasons as to why life is so amazing right now, but, the changes of habit are making a huge impact.
So, I've been acting quite strangely lately. And I think people have noticed the byproduct of the strange behavior, but not the actual behavior itself.
I've been stopping to watch the sunset. Actually pulling over by Stoney Creek, sitting on top of a hill, and sitting in silence and observing.
Speaking of silence, I'm enjoying it way more than usual. Laying outside and either reading or just letting my mind wander without any background noise...
Even when there is background noise, it's always incredibly relaxing music like Jack Johnson.
The end result? I'm genuinely loving life. Now, granted, there are many more reasons as to why life is so amazing right now, but, the changes of habit are making a huge impact.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Personal introduction.
Name: Pam. (Shocker, I know)
Occupation: Student. Intern through young adult ministry at St. John Fisher. Caribou coffee chica.
University: Oakland University - MI.
Current studies: English Secondary Education, Political Science, possibly writing.
Future dreams: Private high school English, poli sci, and creative writing teacher. Youth minister. Husband, two dogs, fat rabbit, and two to three kids.
Interests: Reading, writing, politics, religion (particularly Christianity, and even more particularly Catholicism), the follies of humanity (including my own), and so much more.
Occupation: Student. Intern through young adult ministry at St. John Fisher. Caribou coffee chica.
University: Oakland University - MI.
Current studies: English Secondary Education, Political Science, possibly writing.
Future dreams: Private high school English, poli sci, and creative writing teacher. Youth minister. Husband, two dogs, fat rabbit, and two to three kids.
Interests: Reading, writing, politics, religion (particularly Christianity, and even more particularly Catholicism), the follies of humanity (including my own), and so much more.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Confessions.
Forgive me, bloggers, for I have sinned. It's been quite some time since my last internet publication.
I find it phenomenal that I've left my thoughts to be strapped down in the confines of my mind for this long. On the one hand, I'm impressed. On the other, it's infuriating. The latter of the two reactions is what caused me to start blogging again after a good two to three year hiatus. But, there's a purpose to the blog.
"Well, what is it?"
Excellent question - I'm so glad you asked.
I'm a student at Oakland University, and in my meanderings around campus, I've experienced various moments that have made me realize that we, who are supposed to be the Light of the world and the Salt for the Earth, have moments of complete epic failure. These moments are not limited to OU, though. They can be found everywhere - every social environment, every location, around every corner.
The Light of the world is flickering. Hence the title and subject matter of the blog.
"How clever!"
Why, thank you.
I find it phenomenal that I've left my thoughts to be strapped down in the confines of my mind for this long. On the one hand, I'm impressed. On the other, it's infuriating. The latter of the two reactions is what caused me to start blogging again after a good two to three year hiatus. But, there's a purpose to the blog.
"Well, what is it?"
Excellent question - I'm so glad you asked.
I'm a student at Oakland University, and in my meanderings around campus, I've experienced various moments that have made me realize that we, who are supposed to be the Light of the world and the Salt for the Earth, have moments of complete epic failure. These moments are not limited to OU, though. They can be found everywhere - every social environment, every location, around every corner.
The Light of the world is flickering. Hence the title and subject matter of the blog.
"How clever!"
Why, thank you.
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