I walk about .25 miles to the bus stop in the morning, about .05 miles to work from the bus stop, then about .25 miles to the bus stop from work in the afternoon, and another .25 miles from the stop to my house. That's about .8 miles. Why am I so freakin' exhausted?
My theory is that part of the new me is a new girly attire, complete with those miserably uncomfortable shoes. My feet, legs, buttocks, and back are killing me today. From today on, I will be one of those women you see in sneakers and socks with a dress on... Until I reach my desk, at which point, much like Mr. Rogers, I will change shoes, and don my new cardigan because it is also freezing in my new office.
I am off to the couch to stare into space for the next 3 hours until bedtime!
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Monday, September 18, 2006
The New and Improved Me
I have a new job (I start tomorrow), new friends, and a new persona... I got a little wild and crazy and shed some clothing while seeing my one true love (Ty from Girlyman) on stage the other night (there may be pictures later).
I am shedding old clothes that do not fit anymore (different than the clothing mentioned above), shedding appropriate trash into my new compost pile, and trying to shed old habits in relationships that really don't serve me (or anyone else) well.
Thanks to a string of events including what I like to call "Camping with the Cliftonites" (Clifton Unitarian Church camp-out) during labor day weekend, attending the September 8th InKY Reading Series at the Rudyard Kipling (a monthly event I think everyone should attend) and being introduced to the New Southerner online magazine, now with an anthology in print (which I think everyone should buy), I am also on a new path to lead a more environmentally friendly existence.
My first three steps are as follows... As mentioned above, I started a compost pile, to help replenish the earth, rather than add to the land fill, I plan on riding the bus (World Carfree Day is Friday Sept 22) to the new job through the end of the year, and I am hanging my clothes out to dry on my newly purchased clothes line (my landlord and neighbors are thrilled).
It's nice to meet you!
I am shedding old clothes that do not fit anymore (different than the clothing mentioned above), shedding appropriate trash into my new compost pile, and trying to shed old habits in relationships that really don't serve me (or anyone else) well.
Thanks to a string of events including what I like to call "Camping with the Cliftonites" (Clifton Unitarian Church camp-out) during labor day weekend, attending the September 8th InKY Reading Series at the Rudyard Kipling (a monthly event I think everyone should attend) and being introduced to the New Southerner online magazine, now with an anthology in print (which I think everyone should buy), I am also on a new path to lead a more environmentally friendly existence.
My first three steps are as follows... As mentioned above, I started a compost pile, to help replenish the earth, rather than add to the land fill, I plan on riding the bus (World Carfree Day is Friday Sept 22) to the new job through the end of the year, and I am hanging my clothes out to dry on my newly purchased clothes line (my landlord and neighbors are thrilled).
It's nice to meet you!
Monday, August 28, 2006
Where's a phone booth when you need one?
Last week was the week from hell. Our office was relocating. Because we were packing, organizing files, and uncovering 30 years of dust, dirt and grime... We were allowed to dress down. Great! The only problem for me is that I have been interviewing for a new job during my lunch hour upon occasion. One such occasion occured one day last week. Normally, I would have worn nice pants and a blouse and had a jacket in the car. That was not an option due to the nature of our work last week, so I thought I'd leave a few minutes early and change in a nearby McDonald's bathroom. Traffic was exceptionally horrendous that particular day and it took me 15 minutes to get near the McD's parking lot, but it was so crowded, I opted for plan B, which had not yet been developed. After several minutes of driving in the direction of my upcoming interview, I thought I'd change in the Starbuck's bathroom. It was only a block from my final destination. Did you know that Starbuck's on 5th and Muhammad Ali does not have a bathroom? The Galt House, however, right next door does. So, here I go parading through the Galt House carrying a suit... Not a big deal, it's a hotel. I change clothes, have no time to make it back to my car to drop off jeans, t-shirt and tennies, so I cram them into a plastic Kroger bag and stash it in a corner in one of the last stalls and hope for the best upon my return. I make it to my 12:30 interview at 12:27, and all is well except for the distracting concern that the FBI, CIA, or bomb squad might be investigating the mysterious bag left in the Galt House bathroom. I was imagining having to call a friend to bail me out of jail. When I returned, fortunately, everything was as I had left it. It merely left me thinking that Superman had it so easy with all those phone booths available.
Monday, August 21, 2006
I can read!
I have been unable to successfully read a book from cover to cover in over 5 years. I have always enjoyed reading, even as a young'un, but have seemingly had an aversion to it lately.
I set the task before my friend Dott of finding a book that I could make it through. She succeeded, and I have completed two dott recommends books since!
She started me out gently on Hoot, a young adult novel by Carl Hiaasen. I had never read any of his books before, but had always heard great things. This was a perfect start for me, as it takes place in Florida (my origins), it's about birds (my obsession), and is quite humorous(my need as of late).
That eased me in to the next pick, Lamb; The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal Absolutely hilarious! I think this is the funniest book I have ever read. As Christ has to remain pure, Biff goes out and experiences the world and tells the Messiah all about it. While Jesus learns about the Bhagavad Gita, Biff learns about the Kama Sutra, they then exchange lessons. Here's a bit I found immensely enjoyable:
While Biff has been studying the Kama Sutra, he has learned to replicate the illustrations very well. Here, he and Jesus (called Joshua) discuss the fact that his drawings are improving.
I set the task before my friend Dott of finding a book that I could make it through. She succeeded, and I have completed two dott recommends books since!
She started me out gently on Hoot, a young adult novel by Carl Hiaasen. I had never read any of his books before, but had always heard great things. This was a perfect start for me, as it takes place in Florida (my origins), it's about birds (my obsession), and is quite humorous(my need as of late).
That eased me in to the next pick, Lamb; The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal Absolutely hilarious! I think this is the funniest book I have ever read. As Christ has to remain pure, Biff goes out and experiences the world and tells the Messiah all about it. While Jesus learns about the Bhagavad Gita, Biff learns about the Kama Sutra, they then exchange lessons. Here's a bit I found immensely enjoyable:
While Biff has been studying the Kama Sutra, he has learned to replicate the illustrations very well. Here, he and Jesus (called Joshua) discuss the fact that his drawings are improving.
"I'm using the calligraphy techniques we learned in the monastery, only using them to draw figures. Josh, are you sure it doesn't bother you, talking about this stuff when you'll never be allowed to do it?"Thanks, Dott! I am presently working on my third "dott recommends"!
"No, it's interesting. It doesn't bother you when I talk about heaven, does it?"
"Should it?"
"Look, a seagull!"
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Graphic Content! Read at your own risk!
Why do I have pets?
You will find no photos here; most of you will be happy about that, I think.
My cat, my beautiful, sweet, loving kitty... Kills other animals. I try to be a good parent and let her do what she needs to do for her own growth, so I turn my head the other way when I see her dining on some lifeless creature. The rules are, as long as she leaves no evidence of what she has done, we get along well. I do intervene if I see her stalking another animal. I usually try to shew the otherwise unaware creature away before it meets is demise. That's as involved as I generally get.
Recently, while out in the yard, here she comes, proud as can be, bringing me a common grackle. That's a fairly sizeable catch for my smallish cat. I stopped in my tracks, trying to decide what to do. I quickly realized the bird was still alive... This upsets me considerably! I then am in a quandary... Do I try to save the bird, is it to late? Will I only prolong its suffering? Much to my relief, Smudge the creature killing cat, paused to look at me just long enough that the bird wriggled free and flew away... Hopefully far, far away!
I have found baby opossums lying around in the yard, not merely "playing" 'possum. I have assumed that she was the culprit, although there has never been any evidence to suggest that... So, I don't blame her outright, I simply remove the carcass from the yard and try to push it from my memory as quickly as possible.
A few months ago, while company was heading out the door, we nearly tripped over a baby opossum that was seemingly strategically placed inside the house in the doorway. Not only was I devastated, I was also embarrassed that my company had to see the remnants!
It gets worse, folks.
Today... Horror of horrors! I am taking a peaceful nap. The dogs are resting, the cat is out doing her cat things, and I am unaware, life is good.
Taci (oldest dog) heads outside and starts barking, Joey (youngest dog) runs to check it out, and begins barking as well ... Nothing out of the ordinary, so I attempt to doze back off to sleep. Taci remains outside barking. Joey, barks frantically for a moment, I am beginning to wonder if I have company, he then quickly becomes quiet and runs into the house and under the bed. As he likes it under there, I am not yet alarmed. I try to relax again, and realize Taci is still barking, yet Joey seems un-interested in the ruckus. That's when I get a little concerned. I hear back-ground noise of dog-licking... One of those things you get use to when you have dogs. Taci is the one who has compulsive licking habits, yet he is still outside barking.
I peer over the foot of the bed to see Joey's butt sticking out from under the bed. He indeed is licking something. I try to look under the bed, it's dark under there and Joey is blocking any available light from entering. I can't see, so I try to push Joey out of the way a bit... He growls at me. Never has he growled at me... I realize he thinks I am trying to steal his prey. OH MY GOD, he has PREY under MY BED! I see legs and a patch of gray fur. I am now FREAKED out. I don't want to deal with this... What am I going to do? I have a dead (hopefully) creature under my bed that my dog is having for dinner!! I head to the door, grab my keys and call Joey (in dog language, that means "Wanna go for a ride").
He finally heads to the door, I am sure I am yelling, although I can't hear myself, Joey's cowering stance is indicative of such. He's confused. Somehow, I manage to get myself together enough to speak to him in excited, non-threatening tones and somehow actually, effectively communicate to him to go get "it"... "Come on, go get it... Joey go get it and bring it outside... Good boy... That's it! Get it... Bring it here.. Come on, Joey! GOOD BOY!" He ACTUALLY got it out from underneath the bed and took it outside. He then begins to EAT this poor innocent baby rabbit . I start gagging and yelling at the same time(quite a feat, let me tell you), Joey is WAY confused now. I somehow got Joey away from the carcass, and was able to pick it up with a plastic bag and pitch it over the fence into the brush pile... Where the opossum graveyard is.
I assume my cat actually was the original perpetrator, and Joey just stole her prize... She was wandering around loudly meowing during all of the excitement. Sheesh! Again, I'll ask... Why do I have pets? Someone please remind me!
Not exactly the kind of company I had hoped for after being awakened from my "most proper of naps".
You will find no photos here; most of you will be happy about that, I think.
My cat, my beautiful, sweet, loving kitty... Kills other animals. I try to be a good parent and let her do what she needs to do for her own growth, so I turn my head the other way when I see her dining on some lifeless creature. The rules are, as long as she leaves no evidence of what she has done, we get along well. I do intervene if I see her stalking another animal. I usually try to shew the otherwise unaware creature away before it meets is demise. That's as involved as I generally get.
Recently, while out in the yard, here she comes, proud as can be, bringing me a common grackle. That's a fairly sizeable catch for my smallish cat. I stopped in my tracks, trying to decide what to do. I quickly realized the bird was still alive... This upsets me considerably! I then am in a quandary... Do I try to save the bird, is it to late? Will I only prolong its suffering? Much to my relief, Smudge the creature killing cat, paused to look at me just long enough that the bird wriggled free and flew away... Hopefully far, far away!
I have found baby opossums lying around in the yard, not merely "playing" 'possum. I have assumed that she was the culprit, although there has never been any evidence to suggest that... So, I don't blame her outright, I simply remove the carcass from the yard and try to push it from my memory as quickly as possible.
A few months ago, while company was heading out the door, we nearly tripped over a baby opossum that was seemingly strategically placed inside the house in the doorway. Not only was I devastated, I was also embarrassed that my company had to see the remnants!
It gets worse, folks.
Today... Horror of horrors! I am taking a peaceful nap. The dogs are resting, the cat is out doing her cat things, and I am unaware, life is good.
Taci (oldest dog) heads outside and starts barking, Joey (youngest dog) runs to check it out, and begins barking as well ... Nothing out of the ordinary, so I attempt to doze back off to sleep. Taci remains outside barking. Joey, barks frantically for a moment, I am beginning to wonder if I have company, he then quickly becomes quiet and runs into the house and under the bed. As he likes it under there, I am not yet alarmed. I try to relax again, and realize Taci is still barking, yet Joey seems un-interested in the ruckus. That's when I get a little concerned. I hear back-ground noise of dog-licking... One of those things you get use to when you have dogs. Taci is the one who has compulsive licking habits, yet he is still outside barking.
I peer over the foot of the bed to see Joey's butt sticking out from under the bed. He indeed is licking something. I try to look under the bed, it's dark under there and Joey is blocking any available light from entering. I can't see, so I try to push Joey out of the way a bit... He growls at me. Never has he growled at me... I realize he thinks I am trying to steal his prey. OH MY GOD, he has PREY under MY BED! I see legs and a patch of gray fur. I am now FREAKED out. I don't want to deal with this... What am I going to do? I have a dead (hopefully) creature under my bed that my dog is having for dinner!! I head to the door, grab my keys and call Joey (in dog language, that means "Wanna go for a ride").
He finally heads to the door, I am sure I am yelling, although I can't hear myself, Joey's cowering stance is indicative of such. He's confused. Somehow, I manage to get myself together enough to speak to him in excited, non-threatening tones and somehow actually, effectively communicate to him to go get "it"... "Come on, go get it... Joey go get it and bring it outside... Good boy... That's it! Get it... Bring it here.. Come on, Joey! GOOD BOY!" He ACTUALLY got it out from underneath the bed and took it outside. He then begins to EAT this poor innocent baby rabbit . I start gagging and yelling at the same time(quite a feat, let me tell you), Joey is WAY confused now. I somehow got Joey away from the carcass, and was able to pick it up with a plastic bag and pitch it over the fence into the brush pile... Where the opossum graveyard is.
I assume my cat actually was the original perpetrator, and Joey just stole her prize... She was wandering around loudly meowing during all of the excitement. Sheesh! Again, I'll ask... Why do I have pets? Someone please remind me!
Not exactly the kind of company I had hoped for after being awakened from my "most proper of naps".
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Meet Roxie!
I am shamelessly promoting my friend Leslie's relatively new website (I'm a little slow, it's been up and running for a few months, sorry for the delay Leslie)!
If you are looking to buy or sell a home, this is the place to go! ...and even if you aren't, it's a fun site to check out. And besides, Roxie's hot!
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Have I ever blogged about my obsession with vultures?
Here are some photos I took in June at the Sacred Vulture Tree of an undisclosed location.
How time flies; whether you are having fun or not!
Unbelievably, it has been over two months since my last posting. Recently inspired by the excitement my friend Melanie has been exuding over the creation of her new blog, here I am finally making an entry.
It seems I fell into a pit of depression and mucked around there for a bit. More on that in a future post.
General life update: I wasn't selected for that silly radiology program that I didn't want anyway, although the rejection was initially devastating. Why is it that I seem to want what I can't have and sometimes really don't even want in the end anyway. A friend says it's often all in how we label things in our minds. I definately could use some new labels. Maybe I could simply re-label to say "I don't really want that anyway", and move along.
That sounds good in theory, but I tend to hang onto things so tightly and so long that I smother and squeeze the life right out of whatever the subject may be. Funny, I lack discipline in every area of my life except for clinging to things that are not meant to be.
You know, blogging is so much cheaper than therapy... and often just as revealing for me, or in this case, of me.
It seems I fell into a pit of depression and mucked around there for a bit. More on that in a future post.
General life update: I wasn't selected for that silly radiology program that I didn't want anyway, although the rejection was initially devastating. Why is it that I seem to want what I can't have and sometimes really don't even want in the end anyway. A friend says it's often all in how we label things in our minds. I definately could use some new labels. Maybe I could simply re-label to say "I don't really want that anyway", and move along.
That sounds good in theory, but I tend to hang onto things so tightly and so long that I smother and squeeze the life right out of whatever the subject may be. Funny, I lack discipline in every area of my life except for clinging to things that are not meant to be.
You know, blogging is so much cheaper than therapy... and often just as revealing for me, or in this case, of me.
Monday, June 05, 2006
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Batwoman is a lesbian!!!
DC Comics is resurrecting the classic comic book character as a lesbian, unveiling the new Batwoman in July as part of an ongoing weekly series that began this year.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
May's Obligatory Blog
I realized today that if I don't post something here today or tomorrow, I will have let the entire month of May pass, with seemingly nothing to say... that would mislead my devoted readers!
May rang in with quite a bang for me... and has been nonstop ever since! Quite enjoyable and quite busy.
Here are a few pictures from the month.
Radiology program update:
It seems my odds are much better than I had originally thought on being accepted. There were only 67 applicants rather than the hundreds I had imagined. I was told that my chances are pretty good based my test scores and such. They will select 13 for the branch of the program that I applied for... and I should know something by mid June. Only time will tell.
May rang in with quite a bang for me... and has been nonstop ever since! Quite enjoyable and quite busy.
Here are a few pictures from the month.
Radiology program update:
It seems my odds are much better than I had originally thought on being accepted. There were only 67 applicants rather than the hundreds I had imagined. I was told that my chances are pretty good based my test scores and such. They will select 13 for the branch of the program that I applied for... and I should know something by mid June. Only time will tell.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Things I learned on my 35th birthday
1. Dottcomments makes really yummy cupcakes.
2. Bar patrons don't seem to like to take said cupcakes from strangers; Even chocolate ones with chocolate icing!
3. Don't grope anyone without their permission, even your friends, and even if it is your birthday.
4. Don't ask someone out on a date while dancing, especially a dance with specific moves. Even a positive response may screw you up for the remainder of the evening!
5. I have many wonderful friends, and even a few new friends who honoured my birthday! I am quite lucky!
2. Bar patrons don't seem to like to take said cupcakes from strangers; Even chocolate ones with chocolate icing!
3. Don't grope anyone without their permission, even your friends, and even if it is your birthday.
4. Don't ask someone out on a date while dancing, especially a dance with specific moves. Even a positive response may screw you up for the remainder of the evening!
5. I have many wonderful friends, and even a few new friends who honoured my birthday! I am quite lucky!
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
ACT Success!
Even hung-over, I beat my high school composite score by 1 point. Imagine what I could have done with my critical thinking skills completely intact! I was indeed surprised. I surely thought I had lost tons of brain cells since high school, heck, even since last month!
Now, we shall see if I am selected for this program at work... you know the one... yep, the one I am not very interested in anymore. That probably means I will be selected, and therefore forced to make a big life decision. Only time will tell now.
Now, we shall see if I am selected for this program at work... you know the one... yep, the one I am not very interested in anymore. That probably means I will be selected, and therefore forced to make a big life decision. Only time will tell now.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Friday Night
Friday night, Trolley Hop.
New friend, my maiden voyage on the Hop.
A glass of wine here, a bite of hummus there.
Cool gardening stuff, great home decor as well.
Sunshine fades, clouds move in.
Rain drops pelt, we forge on.
Derby hats tried on, photographs viewed
Tornado sirens blare, across the street we head, I can’t recall where.
More friends are met, we head out back to the deck.
Rain drips through the roof, occasionally into my wine.
A few glasses in, not too disturbed by the dilution.
Dinner consists of cheese-its, right next to the wine.
Great conversation, learning about new friends.
Laughing and enjoying each other’s company.
Radio plays in the background
Occasionally drowning out tornado warnings.
Feeling young and full of life,
We head to the Alternative.
Brain is fuzzy as I try the line dance lesson
Realizing 6 glasses of wine may be a bit much especially on an empty stomach.
Tornado arrives, but only in my mind
As the dances floor spins, while I am still.
Remainder of the night enjoyed, sobering up.
Head home while considering ACT in the am.
Fun was had by all
Hope new friend doesn’t think me a drunk.
ACT test taken,
Although quite certain, I must have flunked.
New friend, my maiden voyage on the Hop.
A glass of wine here, a bite of hummus there.
Cool gardening stuff, great home decor as well.
Sunshine fades, clouds move in.
Rain drops pelt, we forge on.
Derby hats tried on, photographs viewed
Tornado sirens blare, across the street we head, I can’t recall where.
More friends are met, we head out back to the deck.
Rain drips through the roof, occasionally into my wine.
A few glasses in, not too disturbed by the dilution.
Dinner consists of cheese-its, right next to the wine.
Great conversation, learning about new friends.
Laughing and enjoying each other’s company.
Radio plays in the background
Occasionally drowning out tornado warnings.
Feeling young and full of life,
We head to the Alternative.
Brain is fuzzy as I try the line dance lesson
Realizing 6 glasses of wine may be a bit much especially on an empty stomach.
Tornado arrives, but only in my mind
As the dances floor spins, while I am still.
Remainder of the night enjoyed, sobering up.
Head home while considering ACT in the am.
Fun was had by all
Hope new friend doesn’t think me a drunk.
ACT test taken,
Although quite certain, I must have flunked.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
College Prep
OK, so I have been in and out of college for the past 17 years. Yet, this weekend, I will be taking the ACT test...again. I did take it 18 years ago, and actually scored fairly well. It will be interesting to see how uneducated I have become in the time that has passed.
I am taking it to qualify for a program I am applying for at work to pay for my schooling and allow me to work part time, yet still recieve full time pay and benefits. This program is for me to become a radiological technologist... something I grow a little less interested in every day. At least the ACT test will give me something to blog about later.
I am taking it to qualify for a program I am applying for at work to pay for my schooling and allow me to work part time, yet still recieve full time pay and benefits. This program is for me to become a radiological technologist... something I grow a little less interested in every day. At least the ACT test will give me something to blog about later.
Friday, March 24, 2006
Friday, February 17, 2006
Happy Valentine's Day
This Valentine's Day I decided to celebrate my singleness with a trip to the immediate care center to discover that I have kidney stones…Twins, in fact. My sister had her 9 pound 13 oz sixth child the previous day; I suppose I might have been jealous that she was getting so much attention.
Yesterday, my cousin suggested to me that now that I was "ageing", I should consider paying more for my monthly insurance premiums to avoid the high deductible I will have to pay for my scheduled surgery. Thanks. Two months late (for open enrollment) and a thousand dollars too late came that advice.
Most people that know me have heard me say that I am begging for gray hair. I have always looked younger than I am, and I have always seemed to surround myself with friends a little older than I. I only had 3 gray hairs, so I gave up on the gray and colored my hair a few weeks ago. I have also been looking so forward to my next birthday, when I will turn 35... I figure that at least firmly establishes me in my thirties.
Today, I think I should get age points for the kidney stones as well.
Yesterday, my cousin suggested to me that now that I was "ageing", I should consider paying more for my monthly insurance premiums to avoid the high deductible I will have to pay for my scheduled surgery. Thanks. Two months late (for open enrollment) and a thousand dollars too late came that advice.
Most people that know me have heard me say that I am begging for gray hair. I have always looked younger than I am, and I have always seemed to surround myself with friends a little older than I. I only had 3 gray hairs, so I gave up on the gray and colored my hair a few weeks ago. I have also been looking so forward to my next birthday, when I will turn 35... I figure that at least firmly establishes me in my thirties.
Today, I think I should get age points for the kidney stones as well.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Career Du Jour
I have eliminated personal chef from my list of potential career choices. I really don't like to cook chicken, in fact is kind of grosses me out, and it seems to be such a popular dish these days. On second thought, that may soon be changing... but I digress.
My latest thought for a career... I think I'd like to be a jeweler. I have taken to making earrings and necklaces. I think I have some talent in this area!
Stay tuned!
My latest thought for a career... I think I'd like to be a jeweler. I have taken to making earrings and necklaces. I think I have some talent in this area!
Stay tuned!
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Another quiz
| Siddhartha Gautama You two would probably really get along! |
| Founder of Buddhism "All wrong-doing arises because of mind. If mind is transformed can wrong-doing remain?" |
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 40% on Intuitive
You scored higher than 0% on Structured
You scored higher than 80% on Mildness
You scored higher than 0% on Traditional
Friday, February 03, 2006
Not surprising!
This was stolen directly from dottcomments. For those of you who don't know her, she is indeed Wonder Woman!
K-Rad's results:
You are Spider-Man
Click here to take the Superhero Personality Quiz
K-Rad's results:
You are Spider-Man
| You are intelligent, witty, a bit geeky and have great power and responsibility.  |
Click here to take the Superhero Personality Quiz
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Future Career Choice
I think I am going to start tracking my career choices on my blog.
To catch you up...
Last week, I wanted to be a Radiological Tech. (K-Rad, Rad Tech... sounds good, right?)
Earlier this week, it was a web designer.
Today, I choose Personal Chef. I love to cook, but don't want to work in a restaurant. I can travel around and prepare meals in your home. Or my home, then I can transport... whichever.
To catch you up...
Last week, I wanted to be a Radiological Tech. (K-Rad, Rad Tech... sounds good, right?)
Earlier this week, it was a web designer.
Today, I choose Personal Chef. I love to cook, but don't want to work in a restaurant. I can travel around and prepare meals in your home. Or my home, then I can transport... whichever.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
South Beach Diet
I have decided that I would like to shed a few pounds and rid myself of some food addictions I have. Diabetes runs rampant in my family. Sugar is my natural enemy.
I am approaching day 11 of the 14 day Phase 1 plan of this diet. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. However, I am not sure if that's the train coming right towards me... or is it the light beckoning me to another realm?
I am actually doing pretty well at this stage. A week ago today, I thought I would kill someone for a snickers bar. I don't really even like snickers! I also have several witnesses that can attest to my overall weepy, cranky, and borderline psychotic behavior due to sugar withdrawal. My mental state has now achieved its normal balance and I am down 6.5 pounds.
I found that after the 4th day, I stopped having the taste for sugary substances. Sure, they still look good, but I am not craving them anymore... at least not in my concious state.
Last night, I awoke from dreaming of cinnamon rolls. Fresh, hot out of the oven, ooey, gooey, sweet nectar of the gods, cinnamon rolls. In my dreams, I am processing all that I can't have in my life right now. It's therapuetic, I suppose. I did wake up longing for what's no longer available to me. It is however, helping me answer the age old Kelly question of what do I want, versus what do I need.
I find life lessons in everything.
I am approaching day 11 of the 14 day Phase 1 plan of this diet. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. However, I am not sure if that's the train coming right towards me... or is it the light beckoning me to another realm?
I am actually doing pretty well at this stage. A week ago today, I thought I would kill someone for a snickers bar. I don't really even like snickers! I also have several witnesses that can attest to my overall weepy, cranky, and borderline psychotic behavior due to sugar withdrawal. My mental state has now achieved its normal balance and I am down 6.5 pounds.
I found that after the 4th day, I stopped having the taste for sugary substances. Sure, they still look good, but I am not craving them anymore... at least not in my concious state.
Last night, I awoke from dreaming of cinnamon rolls. Fresh, hot out of the oven, ooey, gooey, sweet nectar of the gods, cinnamon rolls. In my dreams, I am processing all that I can't have in my life right now. It's therapuetic, I suppose. I did wake up longing for what's no longer available to me. It is however, helping me answer the age old Kelly question of what do I want, versus what do I need.
I find life lessons in everything.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
When I grow up...
I am taking a writing class through JCC. One of our first assignments involved taking a test on what your intelligence areas are. I found my results to be interesting in that I scored highest in the area of musical intelligence. I have never played an instrument, was told by my high school choir director that I couldn't sing, and I never, ever thought of starting a band. My lowest score was in logical/mathematical ability... funny, as presently I work in the accounting field.
Our current assignment tests us on our interests, and then suggests careers that might best suit us. I think this is great, as I am almost 35 and just now starting to seriously think about what I want to be when I grow up.
I blame my lack of direction on my ADD. I have often said that I have too many interests to focus on just one. This test I took proves it! I have an interest level of 54% in an artistic/creating career; 51% in realistic/ producing & adventuring careers; 47% in investigator/ analyzing careers; 31% in social/ helping careers; 22% in conventional/ organizing careers; and 17% in enterprising/ influencing careers. Of course they gave job suggestions for all of these... but would you look at the first three numbers... I am interested in those three almost equally.
I do find it interesting that I have been feeling more creative in the past year than I have in my entire life. I feel my creativity remains mostly untapped. My mother was an artist! Certainly, I have it in me somewhere!
Yesterday, I wanted to be a radiological technician. Today, I think I want to be a web designer.
Check with me tomorrow.
Our current assignment tests us on our interests, and then suggests careers that might best suit us. I think this is great, as I am almost 35 and just now starting to seriously think about what I want to be when I grow up.
I blame my lack of direction on my ADD. I have often said that I have too many interests to focus on just one. This test I took proves it! I have an interest level of 54% in an artistic/creating career; 51% in realistic/ producing & adventuring careers; 47% in investigator/ analyzing careers; 31% in social/ helping careers; 22% in conventional/ organizing careers; and 17% in enterprising/ influencing careers. Of course they gave job suggestions for all of these... but would you look at the first three numbers... I am interested in those three almost equally.
I do find it interesting that I have been feeling more creative in the past year than I have in my entire life. I feel my creativity remains mostly untapped. My mother was an artist! Certainly, I have it in me somewhere!
Yesterday, I wanted to be a radiological technician. Today, I think I want to be a web designer.
Check with me tomorrow.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Pat Robertson
I like to think I am very tolerant of all religious groups and try to respect their opinions and beliefs. However, I take issue with many aspects of how Christianity seems to be delivered today. The inspiration behind this email comes from a recent statement made by Pat Robertson regarding Ariel Sharon. Robertson suggested that the severe stroke that has Sharon still in a coma and in critical condition was a direct punishment from God for pulling out of Gaza Strip last summer.
“God considers this land to be his," Robertson said "You read the Bible and he says 'This is my land,' and for any prime minister of Israel who decides he is going to carve it up and give it away, God says, 'No, this is mine." Okay, sure we all say stupid things. My first inclination is to cut the guy a little slack, because after all, he did apologize almost immediately thereafter.
Then I recalled his statement in August ’05 where he compared Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez to Saddam Hussein and Adolf Hitler and suggested that the United States should assassinate him. Of course he did apologize then as well. Then I remember so many other hate filled remarks that came out of this good Christian’s mouth. (Stupid Pat Robertson Quotes) Most of which he has not apologized for. It brings me to 2 of the biggest issues I have with Christianity as it often seems to be practiced today… 1) its seems to be ok to do and say whatever you want, even if it is unfair, unjust, and just plain hateful and mean… as long as you repent thereafter. Might I suggest that it could be possible for the good lord to strike you down before the next Sunday service at which time you plan to repent? 2) Have these Christians actually read the new testament? I thought Jesus was all about forgiveness, and turning the other cheek… and compassion, and helping those in need. Maybe I am simply confused, yet again.
“God considers this land to be his," Robertson said "You read the Bible and he says 'This is my land,' and for any prime minister of Israel who decides he is going to carve it up and give it away, God says, 'No, this is mine." Okay, sure we all say stupid things. My first inclination is to cut the guy a little slack, because after all, he did apologize almost immediately thereafter.
Then I recalled his statement in August ’05 where he compared Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez to Saddam Hussein and Adolf Hitler and suggested that the United States should assassinate him. Of course he did apologize then as well. Then I remember so many other hate filled remarks that came out of this good Christian’s mouth. (Stupid Pat Robertson Quotes) Most of which he has not apologized for. It brings me to 2 of the biggest issues I have with Christianity as it often seems to be practiced today… 1) its seems to be ok to do and say whatever you want, even if it is unfair, unjust, and just plain hateful and mean… as long as you repent thereafter. Might I suggest that it could be possible for the good lord to strike you down before the next Sunday service at which time you plan to repent? 2) Have these Christians actually read the new testament? I thought Jesus was all about forgiveness, and turning the other cheek… and compassion, and helping those in need. Maybe I am simply confused, yet again.
Questions Questions Questions!
Is it just me or does everyone struggle with knowing what it is that they need versus knowing what it is that they want. And why can't I seem to want what I need? I mean I want to eat the entire carton of ice-cream; but really I need not! Then, I also struggle with knowing if the voice I am hearing in my head is my intuition or my fear. They both sound the same to me. Sometimes they are indeed saying the same thing, and that really sucks to discover. But I am glad I hear the voices. Does anyone else here the voices? Should I be medicated??
Life is still going quite well for me, I have to say. Just not so well that it would be found disgusting or unbelievable. Thank Goddess for that, it's hard to live in a fantasy world for too long, I tend to lose sight of what's real!
Life is still going quite well for me, I have to say. Just not so well that it would be found disgusting or unbelievable. Thank Goddess for that, it's hard to live in a fantasy world for too long, I tend to lose sight of what's real!
Friday, January 13, 2006
What type of wine are you?
I am a Chardonnay
"You are a fun and light-hearted penguin who believes in true love. You may be black and white on the outside, but under those feathers beats a heart of gold. Good times and good friends are never far away, which is why the Little Penguin Chardonnay is your social beverage of choice. "
I feel certain that a few months ago, I would have been a bitter, bitter 'whine'. Funny how life can change.
"You are a fun and light-hearted penguin who believes in true love. You may be black and white on the outside, but under those feathers beats a heart of gold. Good times and good friends are never far away, which is why the Little Penguin Chardonnay is your social beverage of choice. "
I feel certain that a few months ago, I would have been a bitter, bitter 'whine'. Funny how life can change.
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
I'm Alive!
Currently, my life is so damn good, I feel most would either find it disgusting or unbelievable- or perhaps a little of both. But hey... there is some great stuff out there! Check out Dott Comments. While you are there, be sure to check out the photos from Isreal.
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