I came home from work on Thursday to find myself locked out.
When Chebbar works nights, I wake him up when I get home (apparently it's "nicer" to be woken up by a human rather than the BLAT!BLAT!BLAT! of an alarm). Up until I started the new job, this hasn't been an issue because I'd be home a good 40 minutes before it was time to wake him up. However, in my first week, there was an accident on the highway that turned my 35 minute commute into an hour long jaunt (and that was taking the back roads). I made it home with two minutes to spare. At that time, I mentioned that it would probably be best if he didn't rely on me to get him up, that he should set the alarm and if I got home on time, I would sneak in and turn it off and wake him later.
Fast forward two weeks. I got home from work, unlocked the door, and threw the door open. Well, sort of. My attempt to throw the door open was stopped around the 2" mark with a loud BANG! I thought "what the hell?" before looking and seeing the lovely U-shaped bracket of the hotel-type lock across the teeny, tiny opening.
Oh, shit.
I stuck my fingers through, hoping I could somehow push the bracket off the post. No dice. I thought maybe if I closed the door completely and reopened it, I might have more luck. Again, no dice. You see, the damned lock was doing its damned job and working the way it was damned well supposed to.
Well, I panicked. I called my mom and heard myself say "I know you can't help me, but I'm panicking and I need my mommy and I HAFTA PEEEEE!"
She laughed at me.
I ended up going to my parents' (who fed me -- thanks again, Mom!) and fretted, making myself sick to my stomach with worry. When was he going to wake up? How late for work was he going to be? Was he going to be mad at me (totally, completely illogical, but I have Catholic guilt)?
And then I went to the patently ridiculous: what if he DIDN'T wake up?!? What if he DIED in his SLEEP?!? (Because me being able to wake him up at 5:30 would prevent that, right? *eye roll*)
It's an extremely disconcerting feeling to know that there is literally no way into your home. All of a sudden the security of living on the top floor of the building wasn't such a good thing. And because he was working nights and I'm a spazz, the office window was locked and I had the stick in the patio door (this allows me to leave it cracked about 2" to get fresh air in overnight/while I'm at work), so even if I managed to find a reaaaaally tall ladder, I'd have to bust TWO windows (single-pane storm windows FTL, peeps) to get inside the apartment. Oh, and then I'd be left with a broken window overnight. Alone. Yeah, wouldn't be sleeping.
Did I mention I called his dad? Yeah, go me. lol Not because I thought he'd have a magical solution, but they work together (opposite shifts) and a) I wanted advice as to whether or not I should call and let work know is going to be late (but how late I didn't know) and b) I didn't want him to worry when Chebbar didn't show up at 8pm.
He laughed at me, too.
Chebbar FINALLY called me at 6:30, sounding half-asleep and freaked out. He only woke up because his nose was plugged and he couldn't breathe. When he got up to go to the washroom, he saw the time and thought he was seeing things. When he realized it was really 6:30 and that I hadn't woken him up (and that I wasn't home), he started to panic. He told me that he expected a paramedic to answer my phone (poor bugger -- maybe now he knows how *I* feel when HE doesn't call when he's going to be late... hehehe).
He asked me where I was and why I wasn't home, so I told him to go look at the door. When he saw the lock across the door, he groaned and swore he didn't remember doing that when he got home. I told him that I doubted he even did it: if the bracket is too far forward, it will catch the teeniest, tiniest bit of the tip of the post, and that is enough to engage the lock.
Every time either one of us has left since then, we've been uber-vigilant about pushing that damned bracket all the way back against the wall (because wouldn't it suck hairy goat balls if it happened while no one was home?!? *dies*).
Mom kept apologizing for laughing last week, insisting it was funny. I kept replying (quite grumpily, I might add), that no, it really wasn't.
After a few days' worth of perspective, it's pretty funny. Just don't tell her I said so.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Meme Monday
1. Do you sleep in your bra?
God, no
2. Do you sleep with socks on?
Only if I'm really cold -- I cannot get to sleep if I'm cold
3. Would you rather sleep alone or with someone else?
Only one specific someone else
4. Do you enjoy drama?
As long as it belongs to someone else
5. Are you a girly girl?
I would say no, but there are others who would beg to differ
6. Who was the last person you hugged?
Chebbar
7. Small or large purses?
Medium-sized
8. Are you short?
5'2 -- how's that for short? :P
9. Do you like somebody?
*eye roll*
10.Does your Facebook password have to do with a boy?
*eye roll*(=
11. Do you care if your socks are dirty?
Ugh, yes!
12. Do you think you're conceited?
Again, god, no
13. Do you dress up on Halloween?
Halloween isn't my holiday
14. Are you double jointed?
Nope
15. Where is the weirdest place you have slept?
Can't think of anywhere "weird"
16. Has anyone touched/smacked your butt in the past 24 hours
Maaaaybe
17. Is there any type of rumor going around about you?
*snort* Not that I'm aware of!
18. Do you call anybody by their last name?
Yup. I have this weird thing with names: I will only be able to call you by the name that is used in introductions. So, if you're introduced by your last name, I will never be able to call you by your first name -- it's seriously a mental block.
19. How many guys will read this just because it says- Girl Confessions?
Well, it doesn't (anymore) and I highly doubt I have any male readers.
[x] I do wear make up.
[x] I have cried at a movie theater.
[x] I can put mascara on without opening my mouth.
[x] I get jealous
[x] I think Johnny Depp is sexy as a pirate.
[x] I love to laugh.
[ ] I like death/grind/black metal.
[ ] I like rap. (some)
[ ] I like techno.
[ ] I like country (some)
[x] I carry a purse.
[x] I'd be lost without my computer.
[ ] I own a Spice Girls CD.
[ ] I own a Britney Spears CD.
[ ] I own a boy band CD.
[x] I get bored watching football.
[x] I've never been called a spoiled brat.
[ ] Guys are confusing
[ ] I've been called a bad influence.
[ ] I have/had a piercing other than my ears.
Now that I'm at the end of it, I don't think I liked this meme. Oh, well.
God, no
2. Do you sleep with socks on?
Only if I'm really cold -- I cannot get to sleep if I'm cold
3. Would you rather sleep alone or with someone else?
Only one specific someone else
4. Do you enjoy drama?
As long as it belongs to someone else
5. Are you a girly girl?
I would say no, but there are others who would beg to differ
6. Who was the last person you hugged?
Chebbar
7. Small or large purses?
Medium-sized
8. Are you short?
5'2 -- how's that for short? :P
9. Do you like somebody?
*eye roll*
10.Does your Facebook password have to do with a boy?
*eye roll*(=
11. Do you care if your socks are dirty?
Ugh, yes!
12. Do you think you're conceited?
Again, god, no
13. Do you dress up on Halloween?
Halloween isn't my holiday
14. Are you double jointed?
Nope
15. Where is the weirdest place you have slept?
Can't think of anywhere "weird"
16. Has anyone touched/smacked your butt in the past 24 hours
Maaaaybe
17. Is there any type of rumor going around about you?
*snort* Not that I'm aware of!
18. Do you call anybody by their last name?
Yup. I have this weird thing with names: I will only be able to call you by the name that is used in introductions. So, if you're introduced by your last name, I will never be able to call you by your first name -- it's seriously a mental block.
19. How many guys will read this just because it says- Girl Confessions?
Well, it doesn't (anymore) and I highly doubt I have any male readers.
[x] I do wear make up.
[x] I have cried at a movie theater.
[x] I can put mascara on without opening my mouth.
[x] I get jealous
[x] I think Johnny Depp is sexy as a pirate.
[x] I love to laugh.
[ ] I like death/grind/black metal.
[ ] I like rap. (some)
[ ] I like techno.
[ ] I like country (some)
[x] I carry a purse.
[x] I'd be lost without my computer.
[ ] I own a Spice Girls CD.
[ ] I own a Britney Spears CD.
[ ] I own a boy band CD.
[x] I get bored watching football.
[x] I've never been called a spoiled brat.
[ ] Guys are confusing
[ ] I've been called a bad influence.
[ ] I have/had a piercing other than my ears.
Now that I'm at the end of it, I don't think I liked this meme. Oh, well.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
What dreams may come
I slept soundly last night for the first time in weeks -- soundly enough that I was only up once to go to the little girl's room (seriously. so. annoying.) and soundly enough that I dreamt. This may not sound remarkable, but in general I am such a... fitful? sleeper than I rarely dream. I know common thought is that people generally dream between four and six times a night, but I swear to Ceiling Cat that I don't reach REM sleep often/long enough to actually dream. At the very, very least I will concede that *if* I dream, I sure as hell don't remember much. That being said, I seem to have two types of dreams: ones in which things are foggy and I can feel hints of memories floating around the outer edges of my conscious mind, and ones that are so off the wall WEIRD that there's no way I could forget them (anyone remember the shiny green caterpillar?). The second type seem to occur just before I wake up and normally I can trace back bits and pieces to something that happened to me recently.
Last night I dreamt of an ex. Well, of The Ex. You know the one -- the one who invades your thoughts (or dreams!) when you least expect it? It was weird (as per usual). I came out of wherever the hell I was (work?) to find him in his Domino's uniform (with the shirt buttoned to his chin for some weird reason) to find that he had broken into my (current) car (so, this was no false memory of 10 years ago) to leave me a note. I yelled at him for breaking into my baby and demanded to know how he managed to bypass the alarm (I specifically remember holding up the alarm fob while making this demand). He did that whole bashful, looking at the ground, toeing the dirt thing and haltingly spit out that he wanted me back.
Then I woke up because I had to pee, dammit.
On top of it being rare that I sleep deep enough to dream AND that I remembered it, it was also one of those weird dreams in which it (sort of) continued when I got back to sleep. However, this time, my sister was helping me break into his house to see if I could find evidence that he was serious about wanting me back -- a house which, coincidentally, looked identical to the one we lived in when I was in high school (long before I met him), but which was also the same BC-box style as the house he lived in the last time I knew his whereabouts. We thought we were busted when we heard a noise from the patio, so we jumped down the top part of the stairs, peeking over the top step through the kitchen to the patio door. We saw his snatch of an ex (the one he ultimately chose over me, which ended very, very badly) having sex against the door with some guy I went to school with (who is married, just for interest's sake).
And that's all I remember.
I woke up quite disconcerted, as I always am the odd time I dream about The Ex. There was no mention or thought of Chebbar; however, I guess it's better that it appears he wasn't in the picture as opposed to him being in my life and me contemplating The Ex's request. Even more... weird-feeling-in-the-tummy-inducing is the knowledge that I had that dream the night before our (Chebbar and I) second anniversary. Weird. Weird. Weird.
I hate unexplainable dreams.
Last night I dreamt of an ex. Well, of The Ex. You know the one -- the one who invades your thoughts (or dreams!) when you least expect it? It was weird (as per usual). I came out of wherever the hell I was (work?) to find him in his Domino's uniform (with the shirt buttoned to his chin for some weird reason) to find that he had broken into my (current) car (so, this was no false memory of 10 years ago) to leave me a note. I yelled at him for breaking into my baby and demanded to know how he managed to bypass the alarm (I specifically remember holding up the alarm fob while making this demand). He did that whole bashful, looking at the ground, toeing the dirt thing and haltingly spit out that he wanted me back.
Then I woke up because I had to pee, dammit.
On top of it being rare that I sleep deep enough to dream AND that I remembered it, it was also one of those weird dreams in which it (sort of) continued when I got back to sleep. However, this time, my sister was helping me break into his house to see if I could find evidence that he was serious about wanting me back -- a house which, coincidentally, looked identical to the one we lived in when I was in high school (long before I met him), but which was also the same BC-box style as the house he lived in the last time I knew his whereabouts. We thought we were busted when we heard a noise from the patio, so we jumped down the top part of the stairs, peeking over the top step through the kitchen to the patio door. We saw his snatch of an ex (the one he ultimately chose over me, which ended very, very badly) having sex against the door with some guy I went to school with (who is married, just for interest's sake).
And that's all I remember.
I woke up quite disconcerted, as I always am the odd time I dream about The Ex. There was no mention or thought of Chebbar; however, I guess it's better that it appears he wasn't in the picture as opposed to him being in my life and me contemplating The Ex's request. Even more... weird-feeling-in-the-tummy-inducing is the knowledge that I had that dream the night before our (Chebbar and I) second anniversary. Weird. Weird. Weird.
I hate unexplainable dreams.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Tell you the story of who I am
Part 1 can be found here.
I don't remember what happened after Mom went home. Either it was awful and I blocked it from my mind, or it was more of the same and it blends in with all the other incidents. I'm sure there was yelling and screaming and threatening and insulting and most likely hitting of some fashion. I'm pretty sure that she wasn't alone with Grammie Dearest long before my grandfather got home, but a lot of damage can be done in a relatively short time.
They were living in a hole-in-the-wall logging town where everyone was going nowhere fast. All of Mom's friends had boyfriends. At the tender age of 16, her best friend was going out with a man (sorry, can't emphasize that one enough) who was in his early 20's. He had a friend. Because Mom was feeling left out (and, let's face it, was likely seeking love in any way she could find it), she met the man who would be my father. He was 23. Seven years older than her. Seven. Even at 31, the idea of dating a man seven years my senior is a tad boggling.
I remember conversations with Mom in which she would caution me not to have sex too soon because "it changes everything." Seeing the sadness reflected in her eyes and hearing the heaviness in her voice, even as a young teen I sensed that it was more a lament for things lost than a warning.
My mom became one of those girls that the after school special movies are made about. My 23-year old MAN of a father -- can I stop to tell you how much I hate using that title in regards to him? -- pressured my 16-year old CHILD of a mother for sex, threatening to leave her for someone who would if she didn't give in. So she did. She said everything changed, and not necessarily for the better. All of a sudden, it wasn't about going to the movies or hanging out with friends. Every time they were together, it was all about when are you gonna let me get in your pants?
I have no idea how long they were having sex before she got pregnant. And I've told her numerous times in no uncertain terms that I do not believe for a second that I was an "accident": she was a smart girl who knew about birth control who I'm convinced was looking for ANY way to get out of a bad situation.
I don't know how or when she found out she was pregnant. I do know that she was terrified that my grandmother would literally kill her. I do know that she was so afraid that she went through the motions and would wrap pads in newspaper before placing them in the bathroom garbage can in an effort to maintain the illusion that she was still getting her period. I do know my nut ball of a grandmother unwrapped said pads to see if they were, in fact, used. I do know that my terrified 16-year old mother ran away with my 23-year old father. And I do know that when my mom called home, my grandmother demanded they return immediately, threatening to have my father arrested for statutory rape if they disobeyed.
I don't remember what happened after Mom went home. Either it was awful and I blocked it from my mind, or it was more of the same and it blends in with all the other incidents. I'm sure there was yelling and screaming and threatening and insulting and most likely hitting of some fashion. I'm pretty sure that she wasn't alone with Grammie Dearest long before my grandfather got home, but a lot of damage can be done in a relatively short time.
They were living in a hole-in-the-wall logging town where everyone was going nowhere fast. All of Mom's friends had boyfriends. At the tender age of 16, her best friend was going out with a man (sorry, can't emphasize that one enough) who was in his early 20's. He had a friend. Because Mom was feeling left out (and, let's face it, was likely seeking love in any way she could find it), she met the man who would be my father. He was 23. Seven years older than her. Seven. Even at 31, the idea of dating a man seven years my senior is a tad boggling.
I remember conversations with Mom in which she would caution me not to have sex too soon because "it changes everything." Seeing the sadness reflected in her eyes and hearing the heaviness in her voice, even as a young teen I sensed that it was more a lament for things lost than a warning.
My mom became one of those girls that the after school special movies are made about. My 23-year old MAN of a father -- can I stop to tell you how much I hate using that title in regards to him? -- pressured my 16-year old CHILD of a mother for sex, threatening to leave her for someone who would if she didn't give in. So she did. She said everything changed, and not necessarily for the better. All of a sudden, it wasn't about going to the movies or hanging out with friends. Every time they were together, it was all about when are you gonna let me get in your pants?
I have no idea how long they were having sex before she got pregnant. And I've told her numerous times in no uncertain terms that I do not believe for a second that I was an "accident": she was a smart girl who knew about birth control who I'm convinced was looking for ANY way to get out of a bad situation.
I don't know how or when she found out she was pregnant. I do know that she was terrified that my grandmother would literally kill her. I do know that she was so afraid that she went through the motions and would wrap pads in newspaper before placing them in the bathroom garbage can in an effort to maintain the illusion that she was still getting her period. I do know my nut ball of a grandmother unwrapped said pads to see if they were, in fact, used. I do know that my terrified 16-year old mother ran away with my 23-year old father. And I do know that when my mom called home, my grandmother demanded they return immediately, threatening to have my father arrested for statutory rape if they disobeyed.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
On life and the new job
'Sup dudes?
I'm halfway through week two of the new job and I'm surviving! It's feeling more familiar all the time. The first day I was feeling a little overwhelmed, but I just kept reminding myself that I've done this before (quite successfully, TYVM) for three years. That and that anything I didn't like, I could change (i.e. the flat-out weird filing system and various templates).
I had a tough time hitting my stride routine-wise last week, though. My commute is now 10-15 minutes longer than it used to be, bringing it to a grand total of 35 minutes (big whoop, right?). However, I'm now travelling WITH the flow of commuter traffic instead of against it, as well is in a much heavier traffic area. Needless to say, I have to pay a hell of a lot more attention and stay much sharper while driving, which is tiring!
I've wanted to get back to exercising regularly and decided that the start of a new job would be as good a time as any to start. Now, I know that probably seems bass ackwards. Try to reinstitute a hated chore on top of a new job? Am I crazy? Nah. I just know that it's easier for me to integrate a habit – new or old, good or bad – when something else in my life is changing. It's like the changes kind of amalgamate into one, if that makes any sense.
Anyhow, I'm not getting home until about 5:10 now (as opposed to my 5 o'clock home at the old job). By the time I get my purse unpacked and my lunch stuff put away, it's 5:15. It probably didn't help that last week Chebbar was working nights, so I was waiting for 5:30 to wake him up. At that point, I was either putting his lunch together and/or visiting with him in the bathroom while he showered. By the time he was out the door, it was going on 6:15, so I was faced with either starting dinner and skipping the workout (I just can't bring myself to exercise after I eat the last meal of the day – after dinner signifies winding down, not up), or working out and potentially not getting dinner even STARTED until 7pm.
While this might not seem like a big farking deal to many, I am so routine-driven that it's embarrassing. As in my family used to "joke" about how it must be 9:30 because Chibi's putting the kettle on. I just feel off when my routine falls by the wayside. That being said, eating dinner at 7:30 at night (when I then still have to clean up, make lunches, and have a shower all before beginning to get ready for bed at 9:30) just isn't appealing. I feel rushed. And feeling rushed results in being snappy.
This week, with Chebbar on "days" (meaning he works 8am to 8pm instead of the other way around), I've had the house – and my routine – to myself when I get home. I've worked out both Monday and Tuesday, and I have high hopes for today. I'm still eating dinner later than usual, and while it's hard to let go, I'm finding it easier all the time to step away from my regimented schedule. However, I recognize that I'll have to make some decisions/changes next week when Chebbar's back on nights.
All that being said, the only other down-side to the new job is the water situation. The office is in the shop of one of the owner's on his property. They are on well water. They have a filter for the house, but not for the shop. The water in the bathroom (the only room with plumbing) smells like sulphur. Every time I was my hands, it smells like rotten eggs, which makes it hard to believe I'm actually getting my hands CLEAN. To top it off? I work with three guys. Three guys who can't stand the smell of the water. THREE GUYS I'M SURE DON'T BOTHER TO WASH THEIR HANDS FOR THOSE REASONS!!! *gags* *dies*
The upside is that my desk is downstairs and everyone else is up(15)stairs, so I get a pretty decent workout every day. ;)
I'm halfway through week two of the new job and I'm surviving! It's feeling more familiar all the time. The first day I was feeling a little overwhelmed, but I just kept reminding myself that I've done this before (quite successfully, TYVM) for three years. That and that anything I didn't like, I could change (i.e. the flat-out weird filing system and various templates).
I had a tough time hitting my stride routine-wise last week, though. My commute is now 10-15 minutes longer than it used to be, bringing it to a grand total of 35 minutes (big whoop, right?). However, I'm now travelling WITH the flow of commuter traffic instead of against it, as well is in a much heavier traffic area. Needless to say, I have to pay a hell of a lot more attention and stay much sharper while driving, which is tiring!
I've wanted to get back to exercising regularly and decided that the start of a new job would be as good a time as any to start. Now, I know that probably seems bass ackwards. Try to reinstitute a hated chore on top of a new job? Am I crazy? Nah. I just know that it's easier for me to integrate a habit – new or old, good or bad – when something else in my life is changing. It's like the changes kind of amalgamate into one, if that makes any sense.
Anyhow, I'm not getting home until about 5:10 now (as opposed to my 5 o'clock home at the old job). By the time I get my purse unpacked and my lunch stuff put away, it's 5:15. It probably didn't help that last week Chebbar was working nights, so I was waiting for 5:30 to wake him up. At that point, I was either putting his lunch together and/or visiting with him in the bathroom while he showered. By the time he was out the door, it was going on 6:15, so I was faced with either starting dinner and skipping the workout (I just can't bring myself to exercise after I eat the last meal of the day – after dinner signifies winding down, not up), or working out and potentially not getting dinner even STARTED until 7pm.
While this might not seem like a big farking deal to many, I am so routine-driven that it's embarrassing. As in my family used to "joke" about how it must be 9:30 because Chibi's putting the kettle on. I just feel off when my routine falls by the wayside. That being said, eating dinner at 7:30 at night (when I then still have to clean up, make lunches, and have a shower all before beginning to get ready for bed at 9:30) just isn't appealing. I feel rushed. And feeling rushed results in being snappy.
This week, with Chebbar on "days" (meaning he works 8am to 8pm instead of the other way around), I've had the house – and my routine – to myself when I get home. I've worked out both Monday and Tuesday, and I have high hopes for today. I'm still eating dinner later than usual, and while it's hard to let go, I'm finding it easier all the time to step away from my regimented schedule. However, I recognize that I'll have to make some decisions/changes next week when Chebbar's back on nights.
All that being said, the only other down-side to the new job is the water situation. The office is in the shop of one of the owner's on his property. They are on well water. They have a filter for the house, but not for the shop. The water in the bathroom (the only room with plumbing) smells like sulphur. Every time I was my hands, it smells like rotten eggs, which makes it hard to believe I'm actually getting my hands CLEAN. To top it off? I work with three guys. Three guys who can't stand the smell of the water. THREE GUYS I'M SURE DON'T BOTHER TO WASH THEIR HANDS FOR THOSE REASONS!!! *gags* *dies*
The upside is that my desk is downstairs and everyone else is up(15)stairs, so I get a pretty decent workout every day. ;)
Monday, May 11, 2009
Meme Monday
1) What is your salad dressing of choice?
Ranch (I'm boring)
2) What is your favourite sit-down restaurant?
Jack's
3) What food could you eat for 2 weeks straight and not get sick of it?
Ooh, that's tough! Maybe pizza. Or stir-fry.
4) What are your pizza toppings of choice?
Ham & pineapple (or Panago's spicy chicken whoshawhatchawannamacallit)
5) What do you like to put on your toast?
Depends on my mood, but generally either margarine & strawberry jam or peanut butter. Or honey.
6) How many televisions are in your house?
Two, but only one is connected.
7) What color cell phone do you have?
Black w/orange accents
8) Are you right-handed or left-handed?
Righty
9) Have you ever had anything removed from your body?
Wisdom teeth
10) What is the last heavy item you lifted?
4 sets of drawings & spec books
11) Have you ever been knocked unconscious?
Knocked unconscious, no. Fainted? Oh yeah.
12) If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?
No, because instead of living life to the fullest in the meantime, I know I would just stress myself (into an early grave? Lol)
13) If you could change your name, what would you change it to?
If you had asked my 10-year old self this question, I probably would've said Jennifer or Jessica (I wanted a "normal" name). Now, I like my name.
14) Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?
Doubtful
15) How many pairs of flip flops do you own?
More than I "need" (especially according to Chebbar)
16) What's your goal for the year?
Pay off the credit card. And with the budget we have in place, that is gonna happen! J Oh, and get that G-D deck fixed.
17) Last person you talked to?
The Boss
18) Last person you hugged?
Chebbar
19) Favourite Season?
Spring
20) Favourite holiday?
Christmas
21) Favourite day of the week?
Saturday
22) Favourite Month?
December
23) First place you went this morning?
The kitchen
24) What's the last movie you saw?
Napoleon Dynamite (Chebbar hadn't seen it)
25) Do you smile often?
I would say yes.
26) Do you always answer your phone?
Generally speaking. Unless I'm avoiding you. ;)
27) It's four in the morning and you get a text message, who is it?
One of my sibs. Or a wrong number. Lol
28) If you could change your eye color what would it be?
I like my green eyes, tyvm.
29) What flavour drink do you get at Sonic?
What is this "Sonic" you speak of? /deprived child
30) Have you ever had a pet fish?
Yup. My great grandpa gave me $20 when I was 5 to buy "a" gold fish. When my mom protested, he winked at her and told her she could just replace the little buggers until the money ran out. We bought two: they died by the next day. We did not buy more.
I was also given a beta by a dude as a Christmas gift. I swear to Ceiling Cat that thing did not eat ONCE in the month before it finally bit the big one.
31) Favourite Christmas song?
The Carol of the Bells, Silent Night
32) What's on your wish list for your birthday?
To have it acknowledged?
33) Can you do push ups?
Maybe one or two... *blush*
34) Can you do a chin up?
I don't think I've ever tried (and I certainly wouldn't want to try to hike my current body mass up by my puny arms)
35) Does the future make you more nervous or excited?
Excited
36) Do you have any saved texts?
Just two. <3
37) Ever been in a car wreck?
Yup
38) Do you have an accent?
Depends on who you ask. I have one American buddy who INSISTS I pronounce it "aboot," but I vehemently deny this assertion.
39) What is the last song to make you cry?
I don't remember
40) Plans tonight?
Maybe walking with D2 if the weather's not shite, watching the hockey game, and hopefully not crying in my beer (hear that, Canucks? *shakes fist*)
41) Have you ever felt like you hit rock bottom?
Nope
42) Name 3 things you bought yesterday.
Mother's Day gift (holy procrastinator, Batman! I'm *never* a last minute shopper. I blame the new job/trying to establish a new routine); groceries; gas.
43) Have you ever been given roses?
Yuppers. Not in awhile, though.
44) Current hate right now?
The Blackhawks?
45) Met someone who changed your life?
I think every interaction has an effect on your life to some degree (there is one person who changed my life for the better, though).
46) How did you bring in the New Year?
Hanging out with G & D
47) What song represents you?
I could never pick just one, as this would depend on my mood/frame of mind at that particular moment
48) Name three people who might complete this?
I don't know if I can name three people who might READ this! lol
49) What were you doing 12 AM last night?
Trying to sleep
50) What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?
Sonuva!
Ranch (I'm boring)
2) What is your favourite sit-down restaurant?
Jack's
3) What food could you eat for 2 weeks straight and not get sick of it?
Ooh, that's tough! Maybe pizza. Or stir-fry.
4) What are your pizza toppings of choice?
Ham & pineapple (or Panago's spicy chicken whoshawhatchawannamacallit)
5) What do you like to put on your toast?
Depends on my mood, but generally either margarine & strawberry jam or peanut butter. Or honey.
6) How many televisions are in your house?
Two, but only one is connected.
7) What color cell phone do you have?
Black w/orange accents
8) Are you right-handed or left-handed?
Righty
9) Have you ever had anything removed from your body?
Wisdom teeth
10) What is the last heavy item you lifted?
4 sets of drawings & spec books
11) Have you ever been knocked unconscious?
Knocked unconscious, no. Fainted? Oh yeah.
12) If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?
No, because instead of living life to the fullest in the meantime, I know I would just stress myself (into an early grave? Lol)
13) If you could change your name, what would you change it to?
If you had asked my 10-year old self this question, I probably would've said Jennifer or Jessica (I wanted a "normal" name). Now, I like my name.
14) Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?
Doubtful
15) How many pairs of flip flops do you own?
More than I "need" (especially according to Chebbar)
16) What's your goal for the year?
Pay off the credit card. And with the budget we have in place, that is gonna happen! J Oh, and get that G-D deck fixed.
17) Last person you talked to?
The Boss
18) Last person you hugged?
Chebbar
19) Favourite Season?
Spring
20) Favourite holiday?
Christmas
21) Favourite day of the week?
Saturday
22) Favourite Month?
December
23) First place you went this morning?
The kitchen
24) What's the last movie you saw?
Napoleon Dynamite (Chebbar hadn't seen it)
25) Do you smile often?
I would say yes.
26) Do you always answer your phone?
Generally speaking. Unless I'm avoiding you. ;)
27) It's four in the morning and you get a text message, who is it?
One of my sibs. Or a wrong number. Lol
28) If you could change your eye color what would it be?
I like my green eyes, tyvm.
29) What flavour drink do you get at Sonic?
What is this "Sonic" you speak of? /deprived child
30) Have you ever had a pet fish?
Yup. My great grandpa gave me $20 when I was 5 to buy "a" gold fish. When my mom protested, he winked at her and told her she could just replace the little buggers until the money ran out. We bought two: they died by the next day. We did not buy more.
I was also given a beta by a dude as a Christmas gift. I swear to Ceiling Cat that thing did not eat ONCE in the month before it finally bit the big one.
31) Favourite Christmas song?
The Carol of the Bells, Silent Night
32) What's on your wish list for your birthday?
To have it acknowledged?
33) Can you do push ups?
Maybe one or two... *blush*
34) Can you do a chin up?
I don't think I've ever tried (and I certainly wouldn't want to try to hike my current body mass up by my puny arms)
35) Does the future make you more nervous or excited?
Excited
36) Do you have any saved texts?
Just two. <3
37) Ever been in a car wreck?
Yup
38) Do you have an accent?
Depends on who you ask. I have one American buddy who INSISTS I pronounce it "aboot," but I vehemently deny this assertion.
39) What is the last song to make you cry?
I don't remember
40) Plans tonight?
Maybe walking with D2 if the weather's not shite, watching the hockey game, and hopefully not crying in my beer (hear that, Canucks? *shakes fist*)
41) Have you ever felt like you hit rock bottom?
Nope
42) Name 3 things you bought yesterday.
Mother's Day gift (holy procrastinator, Batman! I'm *never* a last minute shopper. I blame the new job/trying to establish a new routine); groceries; gas.
43) Have you ever been given roses?
Yuppers. Not in awhile, though.
44) Current hate right now?
The Blackhawks?
45) Met someone who changed your life?
I think every interaction has an effect on your life to some degree (there is one person who changed my life for the better, though).
46) How did you bring in the New Year?
Hanging out with G & D
47) What song represents you?
I could never pick just one, as this would depend on my mood/frame of mind at that particular moment
48) Name three people who might complete this?
I don't know if I can name three people who might READ this! lol
49) What were you doing 12 AM last night?
Trying to sleep
50) What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?
Sonuva!
Friday, May 8, 2009
Meme Monday
Holy crap, y'all. I've been so busy-busy with the new job I can't see straight. Trying to nail down a new after work routine is proving more difficult than I had anticipated (it's amazing how much an additional 15 minutes of commuting can just throw your whole night off track). So, yeah. I'm taking the easy way out and shooting you a meme. A meme that is FOUR DAYS LATE. Please forgive me. *whimpers*
Tired of all of those surveys made up by high school kids? Here are questions for the people who are a little older. Copy and paste into your own note, then answer the questions.
1. What bill do you hate paying the most?
All of them? Nah, the credit card because it's such stoopid debt to rack up.
2. Do you miss being a child?
don't think i ever was one – I think I might have to go with this answer.
3. Chore you hate the most?
Dusting: most pointless chore on the face of the planet
4. Where was the last place you had a romantic dinner?
Oy. The Crazy Fish Bistro?
5. If you could go back and change one thing what would it be?
That thing with that person...
6. Name of your first grade teacher?
Wow. I used to remember them all! Now I can only remember from grade 2 on.
7. What do you really want to be doing right now?
Sleeping
8. What did you want to be when you grew up?
A teacher
9. Why did you choose the shirt that you have on right now?
Because it's green
10. First thought when the alarm went off this morning?
Sonuva!
11. Last thought before going to sleep last night?
Please let me get to sleep.
12. What famous person would you like to have dinner with?
President Obama
13. Have you ever crashed your vehicle?
Not this one *knocks wood*
14. If you didn't have to work, would you volunteer?
Most likely
15. Get up early or sleep in?
*sigh* Early, much to my chagrin.
16. What is your favourite cartoon character?
I don't think I have one.
17. Favourite thing to do at night?
Hang with Chebbar
18. When did you first start feeling old?
A few weeks ago?
19. Favourite lunch meat?
Turkey breast
20. What do you get every time you go into Wal-Mart?
A headache
21. Do you think marriage is an outdated ritual?
Nope
22. Favourite movie you wouldn't want anyone to find out about?
People mock all my movie favs, so why hide 'em?
23. What's your favourite drink?
Tea
24. What radio station is your car radio tuned to right now?
The Peak
25. Sopranos or Desperate Housewives?
Desperate Housewives
26. Worst relationship mistake that you wish you could take back?
See #5 (although, I have to admit that it taught me a lot and I learned bucketfuls about myself, so... )
27. Do you like the person that sits directly across from you at work?
No one sits directly across/near me at work
28. Have you ever had to use a fire extinguisher for its intended purposes?
Nope
29. Last book you finished reading?
A Jackie Collins paper weight
30. Do you have a teddy bear?
I have a number of them (I just don't sleep with them)
31. Strangest place you have ever brushed your teeth?
Wandering through the house while opening the living room blinds and assembling my lunch (on work days)? I can't stand still while I brush – it feels like a "waste" of time. Multi-tasker much?
32. Do you go to church?
Nope
33. How old are you?
31 and 17 days
Tired of all of those surveys made up by high school kids? Here are questions for the people who are a little older. Copy and paste into your own note, then answer the questions.
1. What bill do you hate paying the most?
All of them? Nah, the credit card because it's such stoopid debt to rack up.
2. Do you miss being a child?
don't think i ever was one – I think I might have to go with this answer.
3. Chore you hate the most?
Dusting: most pointless chore on the face of the planet
4. Where was the last place you had a romantic dinner?
Oy. The Crazy Fish Bistro?
5. If you could go back and change one thing what would it be?
That thing with that person...
6. Name of your first grade teacher?
Wow. I used to remember them all! Now I can only remember from grade 2 on.
7. What do you really want to be doing right now?
Sleeping
8. What did you want to be when you grew up?
A teacher
9. Why did you choose the shirt that you have on right now?
Because it's green
10. First thought when the alarm went off this morning?
Sonuva!
11. Last thought before going to sleep last night?
Please let me get to sleep.
12. What famous person would you like to have dinner with?
President Obama
13. Have you ever crashed your vehicle?
Not this one *knocks wood*
14. If you didn't have to work, would you volunteer?
Most likely
15. Get up early or sleep in?
*sigh* Early, much to my chagrin.
16. What is your favourite cartoon character?
I don't think I have one.
17. Favourite thing to do at night?
Hang with Chebbar
18. When did you first start feeling old?
A few weeks ago?
19. Favourite lunch meat?
Turkey breast
20. What do you get every time you go into Wal-Mart?
A headache
21. Do you think marriage is an outdated ritual?
Nope
22. Favourite movie you wouldn't want anyone to find out about?
People mock all my movie favs, so why hide 'em?
23. What's your favourite drink?
Tea
24. What radio station is your car radio tuned to right now?
The Peak
25. Sopranos or Desperate Housewives?
Desperate Housewives
26. Worst relationship mistake that you wish you could take back?
See #5 (although, I have to admit that it taught me a lot and I learned bucketfuls about myself, so... )
27. Do you like the person that sits directly across from you at work?
No one sits directly across/near me at work
28. Have you ever had to use a fire extinguisher for its intended purposes?
Nope
29. Last book you finished reading?
A Jackie Collins paper weight
30. Do you have a teddy bear?
I have a number of them (I just don't sleep with them)
31. Strangest place you have ever brushed your teeth?
Wandering through the house while opening the living room blinds and assembling my lunch (on work days)? I can't stand still while I brush – it feels like a "waste" of time. Multi-tasker much?
32. Do you go to church?
Nope
33. How old are you?
31 and 17 days
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