Monday, April 30, 2001

Well, I have to say -- muahaha! I have taken over Crystal's blog and I am not giving it back!

No, wait... that's not right... there was something else I had planned to... oh yes! I remember now.

Since Crystal is off gallavanting with Mickey Mouse and Cinderella, I thought it would only be fitting to do a Disney "feature of the day". It's important to note that I loathe Disney, so I obviously much like Crystal a lot to dig up nifty things for all you Disneypheliacs.

So, here it is. You've probably already seen it, but really -- give me a day to warm up!

Atlantis, coming soon (relatively speaking) to a theatre near you.

Anyway, there we have it. The first installment in what will be a week's worth of fun (if not space filling!) posts from me, Kelly.

Sunday, April 29, 2001

Parting is such sweet sorrow, and all that Shakespearian Stuff. I'm LEAVING in slightly more than 12 hours! Never fear, though, Kelly is going to be blogging here in my place. We decided upon that last night, since it made us feel cool.

Oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Erin while im gone! Her birthday is the 5th!

And so begins the first, and what will probably be the best of many vacations this summer! I'm going to Kentucky in June for Equitana, and *hopefully* to St. Louis in June for SimuCon, if Ashlee will still let me sleep on her floor :)

Oh, and in Current Events, yesterday was one of the funniest days at work in a LONG time. Our word of the day was "Hefty Bitch". Well, thats two words, but dont tell Holly that.

Well, um, BYE!!

Saturday, April 28, 2001

Oh, how funny. I forgot I had an Instant Messanger name of "Promice Toemill" How I miss the days of playing yahoo scrabble all night.

And, in late-breaking news, its A Man with a Brain! I really, really like this blog.

My sister just taught be the basis of the Hustle. I feel like my dancing skill should have raised a few percent. Thats sad. Quoth Trinity.."You know you've been playing Modus and the Sims too long when you dream about your Sims engaging in combat". You said it, Trin.
Remember sister who woke me up a few hours ago? Well, we just got our Enya on. Oh yeah. Standing in my kitchen, she started playing Enya's "Flora's Secret". "I can do that too!" I exclaimed, pushing the button on my computer to play it too. I fast-forwarded to the part she was at, and we stood in the hallway between the kitchen and my room, and listened to Enya on either side of us, with about a one second delay. It was... scary. Like the soundtrack to a surreal dream or something. So we did it again. And then we decided to try for perfection, to get it perfectly in sync. After a few tries we were successful, and we stood in the hallway, listening to the fruit of our work of "One, two, three, PLAY!" "We are not the one-take Osmonds!" said my sister, and she was very right. And so we stood in the hallway, waltzing in the limited space, and noticing that we really are related.
Oh, the weather gods are smiling upon me! Mid 80's and partly sunny the whole week ill be in Florida. Can it get much better?

This morning I woke up to my sister pounding on the back door-- she came down to visit, and my parents werent home, and I was sleeping, so she was locked out. Poor sister. And yes, I was nice and let her in.

I have Kenny Chesney pictures scanned.. ill link to them when I can sit still for that long. I need to move all my photos to a new place, since Webshots is going to be evil and start charging soon. Oh, the corruption!

And everyone needs to go congratulate Kelly on her new job!!

Friday, April 27, 2001

Today was wonderful, and im so exhausted I can barely type! But its the good kind of exhuasted!

First, I went riding, and got to ride a great QH mare named Silky who I get along with really well. Im SO sore though.. I spent most of the time trotting without stirrups and loping to develop my seat, but OUCH. I guess everything thats really good for you hurts a little. Then I swung by Dixie to pick up my friend Jen, who was going with me, and ran home for the world's fastest shower. I think I was really only in the shower about 20 seconds. A quick change of clothes, and we were out the door and on our way to see KENNY CHESNEY. Quick background.. Kenny Chesney is one of my absolute favorite singers. I fall asleep to his CD every night. To make things even better, his fiddle player Nick used to work at Dixie, and is good friends with a friend of mine. So, obviously, we were *excited*.
After speeding as quickly possible to the concert, which was over an hour away, we found our seats, which were really disappointing. Even with the zoom lens on my camera, I couldnt make out the face of the opening act. Since that wasnt so great, I spent the time checking out the room full of cowboys. I was in heaven. By the time Kenny came out, we decided it was Chance Taking Time, and grabbed our stuff and went down to join the mob of people around the stage. It worked. After a few people moved away, I was close enough to the stage that I could have touched Kenny if I had really tried. *awesome*. We sat there staring, and snapping tons of pictures, which I promise to post after I develop them tomorrow. I was basically in awe for 2 reasons. 1) the obvious, Kenny Freakin Chesney was less than four feet away from me, and 2) Even though I have talked to Nick breifly, and seen pictures, I never knew he was that damn hot. Wow.
Some lady in the front row actually asked a security guard if they could stop the show and make everyone sit down! Um, yeah, THATS gonna happen! The only person who got to me was one really big, REALLY sweaty cowboy guy who kept bumping into me, and therefore getting me wet with his own sweat, because he kept turning around to sing the song that was playing to the girl he was with. Oh well, he was a cowboy and a Kenny Chesney fan, so I cant hate him. Everyone I encountered down in our million degree little crowd of people was really nice, which amazed me. Even though it was really cramped, most people would apologize for bumping into you. If they left to go back to their seat, they would offer you their spot. They were just, NICE. Its something you wouldnt find at many concerts!!!

Worst feeling in the world: Realizing you're going the wrong way on a road and wont be able to turn around for a very long time, at 12:45pm when you are allready late getting home and about to fall asleep. Yes, Im REALLY bad at driving places by myself, especially at night. Jen *told* be to take a right when I hit highway 248, but for some reason I was just convinced I was supposed to go left, and so I did. Now, on a very plain road where big curves are the only real landmarks in the dark, its hard to tell much of where you are going, but things just didnt *look* right. After about ten minutes when I saw the sign that said "Springfield-30 Miles" I knew I was going the wrong direction, and even worse, there wouldnt be a good place to turn around for a long time. So yes, I went 6 miles in the wrong direction, and then turned around and went 6 miles back to end up where I started at.. and then finally made it home at exactly 1am. A pepsi and a chocolate bunny later, im not doing all that bad.

Oh, and as if today weren't allready fabulous enough (Um, other than getting lost), I got my Mary Kay inventory today! And so here I sit, with $1000 worth of cosmetics in my room, and feeling more than a little overwhelmed by it all. Wow.

Thursday, April 26, 2001

Going on vacation really should not be this stressful. I still have so much to do in the next few days its overwhelming. You would think that after planning this trip for over 6 months, I would be more prepared, but im not. I have this huge mental to-do list, and im sure I will forget half of it.

Wednesday, April 25, 2001

You know, there really is a part of me that wants to just pack up and get an appartment somewhere and find a college to go to, and be independent, and get out on my own and be brave and such, but the rest of me is a whimp. Maybe later.
Yes, feel free to laugh at me, but I want the Maul one. Feel free to buy either of them for me. Which reminds me, ill be at MGM during Star Wars weekend, and if Ray Park (guy who played Maul.. very sexy martial arts guy!) is there, my billions of dollars spent on this Disney trip will be more than worth it.

Tuesday, April 24, 2001

Well, how silly am I? I still havent shown you my New Design. There really isnt much there yet, but im working on it.
Things Accomplished Today

  • Deposited Money at bank
  • Fed Horse
  • Set up lesson for Thursday
  • Bought Kenny Chesney tickets
  • Bought Shoes
  • Bought business supplies
  • Went to Mary Kay Meeting
  • Ordered MK Inventory

Things To Do This Week

  • Pack
  • Kenny Chesney Concert
  • Get hotel room for the 30th, 5th, and 6th
  • Go To Florida

    Tough week, eeh?

    New Obsession: Driving Barefoot

Saturday, April 21, 2001

This is going to have to be a quick blog, which is sad because im in the mood to write, but I have to be at work soon. Ah, yes, work today... a 12+ hour day after only about 5 hours of sleep. What more could one ask for? But you know, despite my absolutly horrible mood before work yesterday, I had a great day once I got there.

Do you know the really wonderful thing about working so much that I'm actually starting to have money? When Susie called this morning and asked if I'd like to go to Equitana this June, I was able to say "Sure, I'd love to go!". Now I just have to go write down that I need those days off, and im going to Kentucky, baby!

I seem to live in a big shampoo family. I have about five different kinds in my bathroom, and mom has about a billion in hers, so when we run out of something, or just get bored with our shampoo, we can sneak down to the other's bathroom, and borrow some. Well, she's much better about the sneaky part than I, because I usually dont return them, and so my collection grows. Muahahah.

Friday, April 20, 2001

Its going to be a rough day.
Oops, first of all, I accidentally put the wrong link to Tara. This is the right one. Sorry, Taraness! And, I’m proud to say that Jim’s site actually has some stuff on it now!

The Kentucky Derby prospects are up at I must admit I haven't been watching much racing this year, so I really don't know who I’m leaning towards just yet. But of course, by race day, Katie and I will both have our list of favorites. We usually end up chatting online all day until its time for the race to start, and then on the phone during the race, even though we are usually speechless. Its amazing how quickly we become passionate about our favorites :) As for early picks, I like Congaree, Millennium Wind (who is gorgeous) possibly Distilled. Express Tour has already won 1.2 million in 2001, so you never know about him either! Global Gait is absolutely beautiful, and he bas Bob Baffert training him, so I like him too. Point Given has great stats, and he’s another Bob horse... Street Cry is just adorable...I think I’m leaning towards Millennium Wind. He has a great record, and I just have that feeling about him. Oh, and Turnberry Isle, just because he’s a pretty chestnut, from Ireland...oh, yeah, and he’s trained by D. Wayne Lucas :) And now I have sufficiently satisfied those of you who really care about the Derby, and bored the rest of you! My work here is done!

Have I told you how fun Mary Kay is? I get to play with makeup, and get PAID for it. How fun is THAT? I’m sitting here trying foundation colors on my hand, and now it looks like a surreal rainbow composed entirely of flesh tones. Oh, my dazzling hand of many colors.

I was simply dead today- mentally exhausted.. I was so very thankful we were overstaffed at work and I got to go home early. After a nap, I feel like a new person. Hooray for naps!
I really need to feel alive again.

Thursday, April 19, 2001

I would give just about anything to be able to take a nap right now, but alas I have to be at work in a few minutes. I swear, if she lets someone go home today, im jumping at the chance and coming home. Please, please, please let us be overstaffed. I need a day off from life. I need SLEEP. But, really, not as bad as Rabi.

Wednesday, April 18, 2001

Wow, I actualyl have a few minutes to sit and collect my thoughts- amazing!

Yesterday can best be described as a very productive day! Tiffany and I met Pat, our business director for lunch at 11:30, and discussed the business and our inventory options. Pat reccomended we get a loan of $1000 from somewhere or another to start out with. To two girls like ourselves who survive on 99 cent value items from fast food menus, and often have to search our cars for change for a soda, $1000 sounded just about as possible as a million to us, but we decided we had to try. After lunch our first goal was to go open another checking account for business purposes only. Yee-haw.

Pulling into the parking lot, we surveyed our options. "Bank account first, or go shop for business clothes?" I'm sure the answer was obvious. We both had fun chatting with a friend of Tiffany's in the store, and seeing his new modeling pictures. We had fun laughing at how unlike ourselves we looked in these business suits. We did not have fun saying goodbye to our precious money when we paid for them. But, hey, it was a necessity. Afterwards, we went and set up our new bank accounts. I'm pretty sure I can skip passed the details of *that* huh?

Next, we decided it had been a stressful day, so we decided to drive up to Springfield. As soon as we got to the mall, I remembered. "THE PANTS!" Tiffany looked at me as if I was insane, as she had no idea what I was talking about. I promptly dragged her off to the Abercrobie store and found the rack with The Pants. Small..Small..Extra-Small... Uh oh. None of these had the slightest hope of fitting. I asked the sales clerk if they had anymore in stock. Nope. Are you going to get anymore in?? Nope. And so I mourned the loss of The Pants. Convinced my whole day was now ruined, I idily browsed the store while Tiffany looked around, and there they were! Another pair of The Pants, in the right size this time! I snatched them off the rack and practicaly skipped up to the cashiere. I am now the proud owner of a THE PANTS! :) If you still dont know about The Pants, scroll down to a week or so ago, when I first met the pants. We shopped around a little more, but hey, none of that was really important because I allready had what I had come for. Life was good.

The rest of the night went pretty normally.. On the way home we worked on our lists of people we know to invite to our grand opening. Can you think of fifty people that YOU know? Really! Try to list 50 people, who live close enough to come to an open house if you had one. Bet you cant do it! And if you can, introduce me to some! :)

Well, okay, I really do have much more to tell you about, but I really have to get to work, so we'll get back to that later!

Tuesday, April 17, 2001

How sad, I keep going to, forgetting she is away and not blogging.

Why cant candy make you lose weight?

Oh, and my mom got a new brand of coffee creamer today. Its called Dixie Crystals. How scary is THAT?

I'm noticing a pattern in my blogs. I always write long ones that make at least a little sense in the afternoons, and shorter, weirder ones at night.

Tonight its The Headline Game with Trinity, Tara, and Dave for late-night entertainment. A few days ago we played outburst for a really long time. I never tire of you guys, really.

Someday, this blog will have real content again, I promise.

Monday, April 16, 2001

Oh, and you know what is really rather scary? Nick Carter looks a lot like a blonde Trevor Rage in this picture. Well, I suppose thats only scary to those of you who know who Trevor is. This whole comparison would be much more effective if I had that picture of Trevor from Nina's SimuCon photos to link to for comparison, but her site is down :( Oh, well, Tara will be happy I posted a Nick picture.

Oh, and if you would like to know, im sitting here talking incoherently with Kelly. We're both amused at our late-night stupidity. Its fun.

Kel: My hip hurts.
Kel: I think I have amnesia.
Kel: No... no. That's wrong.
Kel: Arthritis.

And on that note, I really, really need sleep.
Well, the site is all redesigned, and here I am with no inspiration whatsoever.

Kudos to Tara for posting the words to "How Did I Fall In Love With You?". I really, really love that song.

I really, honestly cant think of a darn thing to write about. I leave in 2 weeks for vacation, and I promise to be interresting when I get back!

Jim is building a website, which I promise to link to once he actually adds content :)

My poor body is exhausted, and begging me to give it permission to go curl up in bed and sleep, but my mind is dying to be entertained... I wish there were something to fascinate me right now. Its nights like these I wish I had someone to curl up in bed with and discuss everything and nothing all at once. I'm pretty independent most of the time, but there are times I just want to break down and find someone to... well, I cant even think of the words. Maybe just Find Someone.

Frankly, this site makes me consider adding a pet peeve of the day. Oh, the joy of stealing the ideas of others. Oh, and now that I'm brainstorming for inspiration, my daily routine at work is pretty amusing. Maybe I'll type that up and share it.
"Here we are in the arms of one another, and still we go on searching for each other" -Spanish Eyes

"The daylight's fading slowly, but time with you is standing still"-Breathless

Sunday, April 15, 2001

Well, continuing with today's theme of new beginnings, a new site design. Love it? Hate it? Email me and let me know! Or leave comments with the link under this post!
I'm listening to Pachabel's Cannon in D, because it seems to be the embodiment of spring... a sort of rebirth.. and nothing could be more appropriate today. Obviously, its Easter, a day created to celebrate ressurection.. but on this particular day, its so much more.

"The sky is purple" I told my mother as we went out to check on my sick rabbit. We both looked up and noticed it was almost the same color as the blossoms on the tree branches, and then thought nothing of it. We made sure that Fluffy, my rabbit was all set for the night, debated bringing her inside but decided not to, and went back inside. Around two in the morning, the wind started howling, and lightning painted the sky. I opened the back door to watch the storm begin, and only minutes after I returned to my bedroom did hail start thundering down until its noise on our roof sounded like thunderous applause. Mom woke up and we stared out the window in awe for a few moments, and then went to turn the radio to a local station to check for tornado warnings. No sooner did my fingertips touch the top of the radio that all of the lights went out- the luxuries of civilization were uncerimoniously ripped from our fingertips, and there was nothing we could do. So, there we were, surrounded by darkness, with the lightning and wind arguing outside over who was more powerful, so we did the only thing that seemed logical at the time- we sat in the middle of the living room floor. We talked.. beginning with my ramblings of "I hope the bunny is okay... I hope Emmett is okay! Oh my gosh, what if lightning hits out there? What if he gets scared and runs into a fence! I have to go check on him! Poor bunny outside in all that.. its a good thing we covered her cage.. and poor Emmett.. we really need a barn..." Eventually the ramblings turned into normal conversations as the storm passed, and it seemed surreal to be sitting on the floor in pitch black in the middle of the night discussing everyday things. Finally, when the rain had calmed a bit, and the lightning was less enthusiastic, the local storm warning started to go off.. which made me wonder if it had been going on the whole time, or if it had just come on to signal that the worst was yet to come. Oh, how terribly reassuring. And so we continued to sit and watch the eerie shadows of tree brances dance across the kitchen window. Eventually, when the lightning had mostly stopped, and the rain was exhausted, we slipped into shoes and went outsid with the mission of bringing Fluffy inside. Now this is where you need a little background on Fluffy. When I was in seventh grade, my father decided he wanted to spend the winter in Arizona, and I was drug along, of course, because what other options does a 12-year old really have? I was unhappy to say the least. Accompanying us was our adorable doberman pinscher Moses, or "Mo". After travelling cross-country in a van with three people and a dog, you really tend to bond. Well, at some point throughout the winter, my parents made the mistake of telling our neighbors that Mo had bit a little boy once because the boy had been messing with him while he was trying to eat. This was while we were at my sister's house before leaving for Arizona, and had those big "Beware of Dog" signs up all around. Well, the neighbors decided they didnt like this, and the next thing we knew, we werent allowed to keep him there anymore. Now had it been up to me, I would have rather moved and kept my dog, but thats just how I am, and nobody really gave me any say in the matter, and so the next thing I knew, my precious friend was being given to a family a few miles away. So, there I was, a thousand miles away from all of my real friends, and they had just taken all I had left. I vowed to never speak to my parents again, and made it all of about a day. For some reason, they decided to take me to the pet store to let me get something to make me feel better, and thats when I spotted the most adorable black rabbit. She was so small I could hold her in one hand, and I knew I couldnt leave that store without her, and so a new member came into the family. We kept her in a cardboard box for a while, until she started jumping out, even though it was over three feeet tall, and she was only a few inches. We then progressed to a box with a lid, and then ended up just giving her the entire screened-in porch. When the wonderful day came that we were returning to Missouri, we played the game of sneaking Fluffy into all those no-pets allowed motels we stayed at on the way home, and letting her live in the bathroom, entertaining herself by playing with those little white cups for condiments from McDonalds. Once home, we tried to keep her in the house again, but her love for chewing on everything ended that quickly, and she was finally moved to an outdoor cage like a normal rabbit. And there she has stayed, for almost seven years, until last night. Well, sure, for a while when she was still young we could slip a special rabbit halter on her and let her get out and take walks, but that ended when she got strong enough to kick and scratch and generally get across the point that she would rather stay in her cage. So last night, I expected a huge fight when we went to take her out, but she only gave one good kick, and then just let herself be carried. We set her up in the bathtub, so that nobody would step on her should they come into the (still dark) bathroom in the middle of the night. We covered her in towells since she was cold and wet, and gave her some food and water, and finally decided to try to go to bed. I remember being unable to sleep for a very long time.. and I remember the last time mom went in to check on her before I fell asleep. It seems that I fell asleep about the same time that Fluffy finally passed away. The ironicies of this being easter, and she being a bunny do not escape me. She lived a fabulous life, and now on the same day every year when we remember Jesus's ressurection, I will also remember not the death, but the life of my own Easter Bunny.

Friday, April 13, 2001

I feel so odd right now.. out of place in my own world somehow. I just got off work, and I feel like the world is still spinning, but I'm just stagnent. I want to just *go* somewhere else.. to somehow get things moving again, but im just stuck. I really dont know what it is im feeling, but for some reason.. I think its lonely. Isnt it odd how you can be around tons of people, but still, deep down, feel lonely? It is not a good feeling, and I really dont know how to make it go away. I just posted the blog I wrote before work, and I can tell I was in a much different mood then. I'm listening to "Cigarettes Will Kill You", and it seems a very appropriate song for my mood. Vacation really cant come soon enough.
I've really been terrible about blogging lately. Sure, things have happened and words have been said and ideas have been had.. I just havent really been in the mood to relay them all into text. I've been painting tons of little watercolor paintings, and rediscovering just how much fun that is. I'm trying right now to find that delicate balance of work and friends and alone, and I think I'm getting closer.

I got my Mary Kay stuff yesterday! It came in this huge pink cardboard box, and inside was so much stuff it took me about an hour to go through it all. There was a huge suitcase sort of contraption stuffed to the gills with makeup samples, and another purse-sized bag full of catalogs and order forms and such. I'm excited.

It seems quite the oxymoron for today to be both Friday the Thirteenth and Good Friday. Oh, and its payday, too. I think it shall be a rather interresting day!

I feel at times as though im walking paralell to the edge of a cliff. I can either keep going along as I am, and things will stay as they are. Or, I can turn and be brave and jump.. unsure of how things may turn out. One is safe and predictable, the other is full of possibilities, but a more than a little scary. I know that according to my general philosophy of life, I should turn and take chances, but oh how much easier that is said than done.

I'm in the mood to just take off work and go visit some of my friends. I could stop by Tara's new house, and see all that she's been talking about. I could go dye Amanda's hair silver. I could go to Taco Mayo with Jim, and then fight over the computer with him. I could go take over the world with Brooke, or embarass myself in public with Kelley. I could go discuss how cars are designed to look like rats with Dave, and then sit around and listen to Art Bell. However, with my real vacation only seventeen days away, I cant afford to take any more time off. But I sure wish I could.

Oh, and remember back when I was listening to that song Superfreaky Memories and couldn't remember actually having any superfreaky memories? Well, I think last night was one :)

Wednesday, April 11, 2001

Why do I do it? The old putting the pants back on the rack, saying I would come back for them before I went home if I decided I couldnt live without them, and then leaving without buying them. And then deciding halfway home that I cant live without them. And now I have to make another trip to Springfield just to get the darn pants. But you know what? They're comfy and cute, damnit.
The Easter Bunny was at the mall today, in one of those little areas set up for photos of children with him. It was so sad to see parents forcing their children to get their picture taken.. holding them there kicking and screaming and crying, thinking the child is going to suddenly smile for the camera, when they obviously want nothing to do with this big pink furry thing.

I learned today that my horse likes to chase cars. You would think that with all the things I know about him, I would know this, but I never knew! I was talking to Susie today, and she said that sometimes when she drives by his feild, she sees him just be walking along by the fence, and see a car go by, and suddenly spin around and run after it. She says its because he's got cow-horse in his blood. Have I mentioned I love my horse? I think I should buy him a cow for his birthday. Dont you? Speaking of such things, I actually have a riding lesson in the morning. I haven't had a lesson in months and months and months, so pray this one doesnt get rained out!

I've been trying desperatly to come up with a new site design. And I do mean desperatly. Please, feel free to inspire me!

Monday, April 09, 2001

I was home-schooled for the first part of Kindergarten, and when my mother and I started discussing switching me to a public school, my only requirement was that the playground had an obstacle course. I can't remember why that was so important to me at the time, but I'm sure that 5-year old me would have no idea why most things are so important to 19-year old me. I remember my first day at school.. I wasnt nervous or scared, I didnt cry when mom left, or any of those other first-day jitters simply because I didnt even consider them. Mom was dropping me off at school, and school was going to be fun! The first thing I did on that first day in Mrs. Mulvaney's class was color a picture of a cat with my brand new neon -colored crayons. We may have watched Bambi on the overhead projector, but that could have been another day. I just know that we watched it sometime that year. My teacher thought I was cool because I could read and write and probably could have taught the class, and I thought she was cool, just because she was an adult, and my *teacher*, and very nice. I thought the other kids were weird because they couldnt read the directions in our workbooks and got some of the math problems wrong.

One thing I do remember though, is that although I had a best friend named Jessica who lived right down the road from me, I don't remember disliking any of the kids in my class. I dont remember ever making fun of them, or any of us being mean to each other at all. Are all kindergarten classes like this? Or is this simply the product of a 4-teacher grade school in in tiny little farm town? Yes, there were four teachers. Four classrooms- one for kindergarten, one for first *and* second grade (this one was taught by y friend's was a realllly small town), one for third and fourth, and one for fifth and sixth. There was a fourth-grade boy who was in my reading class (in the first-and-second grade room) who was in love with me. Isnt that sad? Back when I didn't care if boys existed, they fell at my feet. Now, where did they all go? Where is Fourth-Grade Admirer now? How funny.. older men even back then.

Well, I need to take something back. 5-Year Old Me would actually think I was pretty cool, just because I have a horse, but she would question why I dont spend every waking hour riding him. 5-Year old me would be high-fiving me for blowing a ton of money I dont have on a trip to Disney World, just because I want to. Five year old me would probably wonder why I dont wear dresses anymore, or run around outside naked playing in the sprinklers. Frankly, I wonder the same thing at times.

And now that I've gone off on every tangent of the subject possible, I think I shall go put on shorts for the first time year, laugh at how white my legs are, and go feed my super-horse.

Sunday, April 08, 2001

Oh, and someone I dont know actually reads my blog! Are there any other lurkers out there? Come on, let me know!, I dont bite.

I thought the funniest thing of the day was going to be whatever it was that Carrie said, which I cant remember now, for which I awarded her Best Commedic Perforamce on a Saturday, but it turned out to be pictures of one of the managers at work in an 80's hair band.. with really long curly hair, and stonewashed cutoffs. And then the bleached jeans shredded so much that there was more skin showing than not..and the ones with silver peace signs sewn all over them. Now THAT was entertainment! It makes you really wonder just what you dont know about people!

Oh, and for those of you who have never heard it, I just have to post the lyrics to this song.

Savage Garden - Crash And Burn

When you feel all alone
And the world has turned it's back on you
Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart
I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you
It's hard to find relieve and people can be so cold
When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can't take anymore

Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone

When you feel all alone
And a loyal friend is hard to find
You're caught in a one way street
With the monsters in your head
When hopes and dreams are far away and
You feel like you can't face they day

Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone

Because there has always been heartache and pain
And when it's over you'll breathe again
You'll breath again

When you feel all alone
And the world has turned its back on you
Give me a moment please
To tame your wild wild heart

Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone
I'm terribly annoyed right now, because I want to download a song.. but I cant rember what its called, or even how it goes. I just know its the one that Tiffany, her sisters, and I were singing in the car on the way to Silver Dollar City a few days ago. What song was that?

According to AOL, I seem to drive guy cars I had a mustang, and I want a F150. Hummm..

Yes, I know I havent written much lately, but I've just been busy, and mentally exhausted. My brain has been too preoccupied with everything else to really take the time to stop and take note of things.. to even experience most of them. I've just been existing rather than living, and I know I need to change that. I'm counting the hours until I go on vacation. I think thats the break I need.

Wednesday, April 04, 2001

Well, a lot has happened, and yet nothing has. Today was..well.. for lack of a more poetic word- fun! I went to see The Show, since I had requested the day off for that very purpose. I got to see all my friends, and even ran into Brandon's wife Amanda, who I had a discussion with, and am now going to join her "team", to sell makeup, and make lots of money. Well, make some money. Well, finally be able to afford to eat :) So, I now have 4, count 'em, 4 jobs! Maybe, someday I will have some money! Woohoo.

Oh, in other news, while Rabi is away studying astronomy, Allison will be taking her place. Twice the bluishorange fun!

Thanks to Amanda J, I will now forever sing the song as "Dont cry for me Sargent Nina"

And now, as sad as it is, I'll sit around until Dave shows up, and then we will listen to Art Bell, and make fun of the peopel that call in until around 4am. And finally, I know this may be a stupid question.. but does anyone know where Van Gogh's Starry Night is now? The original?

Tuesday, April 03, 2001

In honor of my upcoming Disney trips, I have a tatoo of Tigger. Carrie is going to get Junior Asparagus on her back. Too cool. Hers, however, will not come off with rubbing alcohol.

Frankly, I find this just...disturbing. However, this is my dream vacation :) Oh, and if I were going to SimuCon, I would bring everyone one of these. I really want one of

Oh, what a wonderful evening. Jim and I are watching our favorite show on the Discovery Channel.

Monday, April 02, 2001

Oh, and I added a photo page link over on the left. See it? The Dixie 2001 Page is by far the best. Friends section has some great pictures from Sarah's party last week. Oh, and before you judge us all, please keep in mind that in 90% of those photos, we had been working all day and it was about 3am, so we arent beauty queens at the moment. That ends tonight's Public Service Announcement :)
I find it sad that I know my name in Hawaian but not in Cherokee I learned how to say the original word for Cherokee today...Aniyunwiya, now commonly called Tsalagi Oh, and just in case you need to know, the word for coffee pot is kawiadoditsulasgi. And no, I dont know how to pronounce that just yet. Yes, you can tell I read GaWaNi Pony Boy's book "Horse, Follow Closely" again last night, which got me thinking about my own ancestors, and brough forth this sudden burst of culture. It probably wont last long, so sit back and Get Cultured, kids!

Its amazing the things you will do at 4am. Dave has me listening to AM radio. For some reason, I am without a fight. Freaks are calling in talking about people dying on the dining room table, and green onions. What's the world coming to? Oh, and Dave, the Cherokee word for Rat is tsistatsi.

Sunday, April 01, 2001

Do you know how very, very scary it is to search for your own name on Yahoo? Apparently, without my knowing, I am a member of the Residence Hall Association, on the 8th Grade Honor Roll, teacher of a pre-kindergarten Bible class, a member of the Texas Tornados, a Church , and the proud mother of a baby boy! I must have had a more productive day than I thought!

Oh, and I currently have two blue streaks in my hair. Hey, even cowgirls get the blues.
Work today was very long. Somehow, I think all this not eating and not sleeping is catching up with us all. Imagine that! Catering was just sub sandwiches today, so we stole a whole tray full of about 20-30 sandwiches to hide in the photo lab. You learn to be very crafty when it comes to food at Dixie. Sadly, all the sandwiches were the same , so I had to pick off the things I dont like. Oh well, it was free food, so can one really complain?

I am very proud of myself for not going out tonight! I even had to spend twenty minutes on the phone telling Carrie that I wouldn't go. All this lack of sleep is really catching up with me. Plus, I have a little bet with myself going on. Weather permitting, I have to go ride Emmett every day except Saturday, or I can't drink any soda for a whole week. Now THAT is motivation!

I just made chicken helper without the chicken. Yummm!