Whew, what a busy weekend! On Thursday, I met up with some of my former classmates and professors from grad school. I should mention, this was after I'd spent a couple of hours with two of my friends who just graduated with bachelors degrees, and after going to work for a bit. Friday, I did the usual lunch with Grandma and Mom thing, and afterwards I worked a little. Saturday was graduation, so that was pretty much a day-long affair. Sunday was Mother's Day, and also a graduation party for one of the graduates. Suddenly, I see that it's Monday. In just under two weeks I'll have a bridal shower to attend for my cousin, and I just received the wedding invitation today. So much stuff going on that I feel the need to stop and catch my breath just typing!
In other news, I've been taking this "sabbatical" time to catch up on books, movies, etc. that I didn't have the time for during school. I just recently finished Main Street by Sinclair Lewis, then turned around and polished off Capote's Breakfast at Tiffany's in less than 24 hours. Now I'm reading The Silence of the Lambs--I'm half done with it, and trying to decide what to check out next.
Well, I must sign off for now, as I'm preparing to fix a waffle and a veggie sausage patty for supper. I know, I'm odd eating breakfast foods of an evening, but heck, that's what sounded good.
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Monday, May 11, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
My Mood Matches My Name Today!
You know how there are some people who just have a positive aura about them? One of them is my alterations lady. True, I don't often have clothes altered, but when I do, I go to her.
Anyway, today I dropped by to pick up a suit, and she asked me to sit down and stay a while. Fortunately, I wasn't in a hurry or had anything urgent to do, so I was able to visit with her as she pressed, pinned, and sewed. She seemed very happy to have the company. I was glad to feel welcome.
It's been a long time since I've heard tell of people getting together to visit and not just having to rush off. Even my grandma, on the few occasions that she drops by our house, seems to be in a hurry to get home. I'm not offended by this, but I just appreciate a more laid-back atmosphere.
Maybe it's because I come from the country.
Anyway, I chatted with this lady for the better part of an hour, and I actually had to ask her what I needed to pay! She didn't shove a bill in front of my face or anything, and she was almost apologetic when asking for the amount (which I thought was quite reasonable).
This lady has a daughter who will be competing in Special Olympics next month, and her daughter is so excited about it. She was talking about how she was going to eat chicken nuggets (apparently this is an annual Special Olympics tradition with the family) and she was asking her mother if various family members were coming to support her (they are). She even asked if the family's Boston Terrier would come, but her mother said the pet would have to stay at home. However, my seamstress's daughter does have a special Boston Terrier shirt and matching socks that she wears to the events in the dog's absence. It was very heartwarming to experience her enthusiasm.
Anyway, I had a really good time visiting with this lady and her daughter and catching up. They're both very pleasant to be around, and just put me in a fantastic mood for the day. Peace :)
Anyway, today I dropped by to pick up a suit, and she asked me to sit down and stay a while. Fortunately, I wasn't in a hurry or had anything urgent to do, so I was able to visit with her as she pressed, pinned, and sewed. She seemed very happy to have the company. I was glad to feel welcome.
It's been a long time since I've heard tell of people getting together to visit and not just having to rush off. Even my grandma, on the few occasions that she drops by our house, seems to be in a hurry to get home. I'm not offended by this, but I just appreciate a more laid-back atmosphere.
Maybe it's because I come from the country.
Anyway, I chatted with this lady for the better part of an hour, and I actually had to ask her what I needed to pay! She didn't shove a bill in front of my face or anything, and she was almost apologetic when asking for the amount (which I thought was quite reasonable).
This lady has a daughter who will be competing in Special Olympics next month, and her daughter is so excited about it. She was talking about how she was going to eat chicken nuggets (apparently this is an annual Special Olympics tradition with the family) and she was asking her mother if various family members were coming to support her (they are). She even asked if the family's Boston Terrier would come, but her mother said the pet would have to stay at home. However, my seamstress's daughter does have a special Boston Terrier shirt and matching socks that she wears to the events in the dog's absence. It was very heartwarming to experience her enthusiasm.
Anyway, I had a really good time visiting with this lady and her daughter and catching up. They're both very pleasant to be around, and just put me in a fantastic mood for the day. Peace :)
Sunday, February 08, 2009
Sunday Scribblings #149 -- Art
When I was in junior high, my friend, CP and I were inseparable. If she wasn't at my house, I was at hers, it seemed. This led to our plot to cheat the system and end up with the same 6th grade schedule. Since our 6th, 7th, and 8th grades consisted of different teachers for each class, we feared that we might not see each other enough at school because our schedules might differ.
It was CP who came up with the idea of signing up for art class. I didn't want to. Not that I don't like art, I'm just not that good at it. I always took too long, meticulously worrying over whatever mess of construction paper and finger paint/glue/clay/insert other grade school art material here project we were working on at the time. This was during the years of required art class. Now that I was in junior high, art was considered an elective--and one I didn't care to take.
But I acquiesed. I was far more easygoing then than I am now. I had no backbone and didn't have a clue how to say no, and especially to a friend, regardless of how manipulative she was being. So we both signed up for art and hoped for the best. Secretly, I hoped that she'd get it and I'd wind up with a full week of study hall.
That did not happen. No, dear readers, the opposite happened. I was assigned art, and she was given the full week of study hall. So every Monday, I trudged down to the art room, certain that my art grade would bring my GPA down. Of course, CP was just as upset because she actually wanted the class and couldn't have it. I don't know why the school wouldn't just let us switch, but apparently that wasn't an option. CP and I wound up with some, though not all, of the same classes (including study hall that I now only had four times a week), but we made the best of it. In fact, we had a big old time drawing hilariously stupid cartoons and being thoroughly obnoxious (as quietly as possible) while "working together" in that shared study hall.
For more artistic scribbles, visit Sunday Scribblings
It was CP who came up with the idea of signing up for art class. I didn't want to. Not that I don't like art, I'm just not that good at it. I always took too long, meticulously worrying over whatever mess of construction paper and finger paint/glue/clay/insert other grade school art material here project we were working on at the time. This was during the years of required art class. Now that I was in junior high, art was considered an elective--and one I didn't care to take.
But I acquiesed. I was far more easygoing then than I am now. I had no backbone and didn't have a clue how to say no, and especially to a friend, regardless of how manipulative she was being. So we both signed up for art and hoped for the best. Secretly, I hoped that she'd get it and I'd wind up with a full week of study hall.
That did not happen. No, dear readers, the opposite happened. I was assigned art, and she was given the full week of study hall. So every Monday, I trudged down to the art room, certain that my art grade would bring my GPA down. Of course, CP was just as upset because she actually wanted the class and couldn't have it. I don't know why the school wouldn't just let us switch, but apparently that wasn't an option. CP and I wound up with some, though not all, of the same classes (including study hall that I now only had four times a week), but we made the best of it. In fact, we had a big old time drawing hilariously stupid cartoons and being thoroughly obnoxious (as quietly as possible) while "working together" in that shared study hall.
For more artistic scribbles, visit Sunday Scribblings
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
A Bit Under the Weather
Sorry I didn't post anything interesting today. I've been quite sick, though. During our Monday night group, my throat started getting sore, but I thought it was just because I'd been talking a long time.
Yesterday, I got out and had coffee with SC while I gave her some pointers on one of her assignments (I still feel like I tutor, only these days, it's not a paid job anymore). It was fun.
But later that evening (around 5:30, I'd say), my sore throat got sorer, and a massive headache accompanied it. I'm usually not much on taking pain meds (I guess the little feminist in me rares up at the thought of any sign of weakness), but eventually, after two hours of unsuccessful sleepage, something had to be done.
I noticed that RC had tried to call me, but I just didn't feel like talking. I really didn't feel like doing anything, but I scrounged around looking for some Benadryl. The best I could find was a couple of old ones, and I didn't know how effective they'd be, so I kept looking until I snagged some NyQuil in a kitchen cabinet. I then proceeded to take the only dosage of NyQuil in captivity.
But I still couldn't sleep!
I don't know how many times I got up to drink water, go to the bathroom, blow the heck out of my nose, and generally pace and worry before I decided to grab a pillow and blanket and take to the living room recliner. Even this did not work. Finally, I got the brilliant idea to take a dose of DayQuil, even though it was non-drowsy, because I thought my sinuses would clear and I could get some sleep. I mean, I literally could get no air through either nostril last night, and breathing through my mouth was difficult, thanks to the sore throat.
Apparently that worked, although I woke up insanely early, and then lounged around, finally dragging my sorry butt out of bed around 8:00. When I discovered that I didn't have to go to work, I was pretty much useless all day.
Yeah, I did some counted cross stitch, but I just wasn't feeling it. So then, I went to my room and played some Medal of Honor. It's been years since I played the old, obsolete Xbox. It was kinda fun... until I got stuck on a mission and lost interest. Then I had some soup and tried for a nap.
Though I was freezing under three layers of blankets, I actually managed a little sleep. I just got up from that nap about 45 minutes ago. Somehow I couldn't get the song "Comfortably Numb" out of my head. It was probably the fever reference. I'm not even sure I have a fever.
Anyway, I'm not trying to be a downer or complain, but if I don't have any thrilling or overly humorous posts for a few days, I'm probably still sick. I do plan on keeping up Word of the Day, though. Peace out, ya'll!
Yesterday, I got out and had coffee with SC while I gave her some pointers on one of her assignments (I still feel like I tutor, only these days, it's not a paid job anymore). It was fun.
But later that evening (around 5:30, I'd say), my sore throat got sorer, and a massive headache accompanied it. I'm usually not much on taking pain meds (I guess the little feminist in me rares up at the thought of any sign of weakness), but eventually, after two hours of unsuccessful sleepage, something had to be done.
I noticed that RC had tried to call me, but I just didn't feel like talking. I really didn't feel like doing anything, but I scrounged around looking for some Benadryl. The best I could find was a couple of old ones, and I didn't know how effective they'd be, so I kept looking until I snagged some NyQuil in a kitchen cabinet. I then proceeded to take the only dosage of NyQuil in captivity.
But I still couldn't sleep!
I don't know how many times I got up to drink water, go to the bathroom, blow the heck out of my nose, and generally pace and worry before I decided to grab a pillow and blanket and take to the living room recliner. Even this did not work. Finally, I got the brilliant idea to take a dose of DayQuil, even though it was non-drowsy, because I thought my sinuses would clear and I could get some sleep. I mean, I literally could get no air through either nostril last night, and breathing through my mouth was difficult, thanks to the sore throat.
Apparently that worked, although I woke up insanely early, and then lounged around, finally dragging my sorry butt out of bed around 8:00. When I discovered that I didn't have to go to work, I was pretty much useless all day.
Yeah, I did some counted cross stitch, but I just wasn't feeling it. So then, I went to my room and played some Medal of Honor. It's been years since I played the old, obsolete Xbox. It was kinda fun... until I got stuck on a mission and lost interest. Then I had some soup and tried for a nap.
Though I was freezing under three layers of blankets, I actually managed a little sleep. I just got up from that nap about 45 minutes ago. Somehow I couldn't get the song "Comfortably Numb" out of my head. It was probably the fever reference. I'm not even sure I have a fever.
Anyway, I'm not trying to be a downer or complain, but if I don't have any thrilling or overly humorous posts for a few days, I'm probably still sick. I do plan on keeping up Word of the Day, though. Peace out, ya'll!
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