dippity-doo...
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Why I ever convinced myself that the exercise of walking home from the bars justified eating a whole jar of queso around the table with my roomies at 2AM... I have no idea. And regret it terribly.
mi casa...
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After many painful hours of searching, I have finally found a new place to call home. So everyone make plans to visit. Well not quite yet. But soon. I love company!
06.15.06...
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It's a beautiful, wonderful, amazing day. And I feel like I might burst if I couldn't shout that to the mountaintops. So I will tell it to my blog instead. And hope that everyone understands.
dictionary...
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change (chnj)
v. changed, chang·ing, chang·es
1. To cause to be different
2. To become different or undergo alteration
3. To undergo transformation or transition
4. To go from one phase to another
5. Something different; variety
So many definitions. But no explanations; no advice on understanding it, accepting it, challenging it. I suppose you just stumble along, often without even realizing the changes that occur. Under the surface. Out of your reach. Out of your control. And eventually, maybe, you find what you have always been looking for. In yourself. In others. And in your life.
v. changed, chang·ing, chang·es
1. To cause to be different
2. To become different or undergo alteration
3. To undergo transformation or transition
4. To go from one phase to another
5. Something different; variety
So many definitions. But no explanations; no advice on understanding it, accepting it, challenging it. I suppose you just stumble along, often without even realizing the changes that occur. Under the surface. Out of your reach. Out of your control. And eventually, maybe, you find what you have always been looking for. In yourself. In others. And in your life.
moo...
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Work has been a little monotonous lately. Summertime brings slow time and I have not gotten to run any superviser shifts because a few crew people are training to advance and need the practice. But anyway, I get actual breaks when working the line, so I suppose that's a perk, instead of running around and grabbing a bite at 9PM or something. I try to bring in fruit on a daily basis, first of all because I always need a little sweet something after eating salty food, but secondly because I'd like to think I am being healthy. We all know how it feels now that swimsuit season has rolled around and we must battle the bulge. Yep, you know exactly what I mean. Okay, eveyone except those naturally skinny girls that don't even have to exercise to stay thin, and they just don't count.
In order to combat my additional winter layering, I occasionally bring cereal to work. I just bought a little squeeze bottle at Target that holds the perfect amount of milk and I could not wait to use it tonight. I know, it's the little things that keep me going. Finally break time rolled around and I got everything ready to go. I learned fairly quickly that my "squeeze" bottle does not exactly "squeeze." It is actually very stiff and awkward. I squeezed and then it squeezed - cold skim milk ALL over me and the desk. It just sprayed out every which way, except the bowl of course. My pants, white shirt (I was informed my bra color become easily obvious - bleh), neck, face - soaked in milk. It finally dried. And when it did I smelled ferocious. Mmmmm... burrito anyone?
In order to combat my additional winter layering, I occasionally bring cereal to work. I just bought a little squeeze bottle at Target that holds the perfect amount of milk and I could not wait to use it tonight. I know, it's the little things that keep me going. Finally break time rolled around and I got everything ready to go. I learned fairly quickly that my "squeeze" bottle does not exactly "squeeze." It is actually very stiff and awkward. I squeezed and then it squeezed - cold skim milk ALL over me and the desk. It just sprayed out every which way, except the bowl of course. My pants, white shirt (I was informed my bra color become easily obvious - bleh), neck, face - soaked in milk. It finally dried. And when it did I smelled ferocious. Mmmmm... burrito anyone?
lights out...
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You never really know when an adventure may be forced upon you, as one was last night for the ladies of the MC. It was a typical evening. I had just awoken from a nap, Meggie was watching "The Hills" downstairs, Anna was showering, etc. My rumbling tummy was in need of dinner, so I headed to the kitchen to grill the tilapia I had been defrosting. That baby was pretty thin so it wasn't taking long in the ol' Foreman, but just as I was getting ready to lemon-pepper it, our electricity flickered out. Well, sort-of. After the popping noise and darkness, most things came alive, but only halfway. The lights were on really dim, the television was fuzzy, my fish was burning but I couldn't see it, and none of the breakers were flipped. Wha..huh? Anna pulled out the mac-daddy flashlight so I could season my food and we could see in general. Megs let out a yelp because she could hardly see her show, and Sarah, a new sub-leaser we have staying with us, came downstairs looking very confused. As were we.
We all transferred to the other Maygan's room (she wasn't home) because she got the best t.v. reception and attempted to watch the rest of the show. And then everything went out. Except the bathroom lights. We were stumped. There was no thunderstorm or strange thing going on outside, no explanation. Ten minutes went by and things started coming on - back to halfspeed again. We called the electric company. They paid us and our transformer a visit.
Apparently half of the transformer had turned off, which makes since considering the circumstances. That whole ordeal took over an hour, but little did we know there was more creepiness to come.
With all of our electronics working again, we decided to rent a movie. Back at the house the four of us sprawled comfortably around the living room and watched "RENT". For about fifteen minutes. When our smoke detectors decided to go off. And when one goes they all go. I swear I have never heard more shrill alarms in my life. It is difficult to even function when those things are shrieking! They went on for ten seconds. Off for ten seconds. On for ten seconds. Off. On. Off. On. We searched the house and found no smoke, no sign of fire or trouble. Then we all freaked out that we were getting carbon monoxide poisoning and figured that was why they were going off. With no explanations, and no way off shutting the damn things off, we called our landlord at 11:30pm. Long story short, he said it was probably a wiring issue that got messed up with the electricity escapade, and no, they were not CO detectors too, and we should be fine, he'll have someone out first thing in the morning. They kept going off. And on. And off. Not exactly pleasant sleeping conditions. And I think poor Sarah was reconsidering living in our spooky house much longer.
Still remaining slightly skeptical and also worried for our lives, we made a unanimous decision to sleep on the deck that night. Hopefully that way we could not be poisoned, and if the house started on fire, we could surely jump. So the four of us braved the spiders and squawking crows, curled up in sleeping bags and blankets and slept outside.
I am sure it was quite a scene, but at least we lived to tell about it.
We all transferred to the other Maygan's room (she wasn't home) because she got the best t.v. reception and attempted to watch the rest of the show. And then everything went out. Except the bathroom lights. We were stumped. There was no thunderstorm or strange thing going on outside, no explanation. Ten minutes went by and things started coming on - back to halfspeed again. We called the electric company. They paid us and our transformer a visit.
Apparently half of the transformer had turned off, which makes since considering the circumstances. That whole ordeal took over an hour, but little did we know there was more creepiness to come.
With all of our electronics working again, we decided to rent a movie. Back at the house the four of us sprawled comfortably around the living room and watched "RENT". For about fifteen minutes. When our smoke detectors decided to go off. And when one goes they all go. I swear I have never heard more shrill alarms in my life. It is difficult to even function when those things are shrieking! They went on for ten seconds. Off for ten seconds. On for ten seconds. Off. On. Off. On. We searched the house and found no smoke, no sign of fire or trouble. Then we all freaked out that we were getting carbon monoxide poisoning and figured that was why they were going off. With no explanations, and no way off shutting the damn things off, we called our landlord at 11:30pm. Long story short, he said it was probably a wiring issue that got messed up with the electricity escapade, and no, they were not CO detectors too, and we should be fine, he'll have someone out first thing in the morning. They kept going off. And on. And off. Not exactly pleasant sleeping conditions. And I think poor Sarah was reconsidering living in our spooky house much longer.
Still remaining slightly skeptical and also worried for our lives, we made a unanimous decision to sleep on the deck that night. Hopefully that way we could not be poisoned, and if the house started on fire, we could surely jump. So the four of us braved the spiders and squawking crows, curled up in sleeping bags and blankets and slept outside.
I am sure it was quite a scene, but at least we lived to tell about it.
posted...
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I wanted to post today. But then decided I really didn't want an entry with today's date. Call me crazy. So maybe I will post tomorrow. And then again, maybe I won't.
Don't worry, I changed the entry date manually to yesterday. Ha. You really did think I was crazy didn't you?
Don't worry, I changed the entry date manually to yesterday. Ha. You really did think I was crazy didn't you?
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