So, last night I linked to another post that I wrote on another blog. Is that weird? I think it's weird. I'm not sure what the point of that was...Weird.
Anyway. I went to a football game today. A real, live football game. Yes, it was an Air Force game, one where the opponent was Southern Utah (who? Exactly). But it was football. And man, it made me realize how much I've missed it. I always love football, but I guess I forget just how much until it starts again. I can't wait for NFL to start (next week, I believe, although I probably won't get a chance to see much of it next weekend). I can't wait for ND to start (we had a bye this weekend). It'll be bizarre to be at ND next week not as a student, and bizarre to be at an ND game not as a student, not in the student section. Very bizarre. But hopefully not terrible.
Oh, know what else I did today? Baked my forearms. Oh boy did I. Ah, well.
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Yet again, forgot to hit publish. Oh well.
Fantasy football draft was today. I didn't do too well. It was all stressful here, and I felt rushed and I didn't know who to pick and blah blah blah. Last year I just picked random people that I wanted to pick, some guys just because they were ND grads, some guys because they were on teams that I (or my friends) like, etc. And I did pretty darn well last year. So this year, because I was going more with the guys who were higher up on the draft roster and therefore "better", I'm going to do terribly. Oh well. That's the way life goes.
Tomorrow is Labor Day, and I have to work. It sort of sucks because my relatives are here until Tuesday, but my cousin who's a freshman at AFA has to go back tomorrow and will have to leave before I get home from work. And my older brother might actually come down for the day, which would be nice to see him. Maybe he'll stay long enough that I can for a bit, but yeah. Who knows. On the other hand, though, I've had a LOT of family time this weekend. And not much me by myself time. So...I guess work isn't me by myself (oh boy how it's not...), but it's at least a new environment and different people than those I've been seeing all weekend. Much as I love them. And we're doing a BBQ thing at work so hopefully that'll be fun, and hopefully it won't be a stressful day, and...yeah. Plus, the fact that we never got off national holidays like these at school helps a bit, I'm sure. I'm used to having to go about my normal routine on Labor Day. And Columbus Day, and Veteran's Day (is that a national holiday anymore?), and Presidents' Day, and all that. Yeah. Hm.
Sigh. I can't wait until Thursday night. Once I get to Chicago. With my luck, it'll be a good three hours later than I'm scheduled, and I'll probably get home later than scheduled too on Sunday (today I was thinking, wouldn't it be funny if my flight on Sunday night gets canceled? That would happen to me, Queen of Bad Travel Experiences). I'm sure this coming weekend will be even less restful and relaxing than this past weekend has been, but...I'll be back at ND. I'll be back with my friends, who I miss so much. And it looks like even more than I initially thought will be there! And I'm still hoping I can make the 10am Basilica Mass on Sunday. Oh how I miss that place. Sigh.
I am not in a good mood tonight, people. I hope things improve. I'm doing laundry right now, and that's always nice. I love having nice fresh clean clothes. I don't like the fact that I don't have places to put a lot of it...and ugh my room is awful. Once the relatives are gone I think I'll be able to rectify that situation, at least a bit, with a dresser that's sitting unused in one of our spare bedrooms. So that'll be nice. Once I can get that under control, I think the rest of the room should be able to be improved, as well. And maybe the queen bed can be switched with a twin, I hope. If we can find a cheap twin bed somewhere. Oh, it'll be nice to have a twin bed again. So much more room in there. But really, I think a lot of that room will only be fixed (cleaned, organized, whatever) once I move out. There's just too much in there. And I don't have the time or energy to go through it right now. But, man, I'm never gonna be able to move out. I'll be here forever.
Ok. If I don't hit publish now, I'll just keep venting and that's never a good thing. So good night, world.
(Oh man, did you know tomorrow is SEPTEMBER??? When did that happen?)
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
The most exciting news I've heard all day
Well, ok, so I heard it pretty much at the beginning of the day. But it still causes me a relatively great deal of excitement.
McCain picked Alaskan governor Sarah Palin as his running mate! This is just so awesome. Obviously the Democrats are out and criticizing the choice already, of course, but that's pretty much their job and to be expected. They can say all they want, though, because this choice has essentially knocked the wind out of Obama's sails and whatever coverage he was getting since last night from his "I have a dream" speech. (I mean, not entirely, obviously, but it's ALL OVER THE NEWS. And it is AWESOME.) (Once again, for more information and links and interesting factoids, go to AmericanPapist. He's so on top of all this stuff that's been going on. It's amazing.
Have you heard of Sarah Palin? I hadn't before April. And then a few blogs I read mentioned her because she gave birth to her fifth child, which is only very interesting news because he (her baby) has Down Syndrome, which they had found out earlier in the pregnancy but still kept going with it. And then a few weeks ago, or so, I mentioned her in a blog post I wrote elsewhere. And shortly after that, one of the guys at work mentioned that she was being mentioned as a possibility for McCain's VP choice. I hadn't heard that before, so it was an excellent choice to me, but I figured it wouldn't happen. Then I get to work this morning, and one of my coworkers was saying that he was going to announce today sometime (which I had heard last night, but figured it'd be later in the day), and that lots of people were saying it was going to be her. And then I checked cnn just to see a little later, and there it was. He had picked her. And we were all beyond thrilled, really. She's such a great choice, I think. Sure, maybe she's a little inexperienced. But know who else is? Oh that's right, the Messiah, Obama.
How great, though. I don't care much about the fact that she's a woman (I'm pretty sexist, after all -- I hate women), but it's so great that she's so pro-life. And really good on a number of other issues, as well. Just all around good stuff.
I'm so excited about this. And while picking Joe Biden doesn't seem to have helped Obama much (if at all) in the polls, I can't help but think that this is going to help McCain. A lot more than picking a pro-choice candidate would have (there was talk earlier this month that he was considering picking someone pro-choice. That would have been awful).
Things really seem to be heating up with the prolife/abortion issue. I don't remember this much discussion and controversy and such related to it during the last presidential campaign. I mean, I'm sure there was some, but it seems like those on the pro-life (and especially Catholic) side are getting more vocal and assertive about things. Which is really excellent. Oh, and I love Archbishop Chaput. He's so great. Bishop Sheridan's pretty awesome too, obviously, but he's not as much in the spotlight as Chaput. It's just nice, though, that there are bishops who don't pull any punches when it comes to Catholic teaching. Especially when it comes to correcting "Catholic" politicians who are...misinformed (ha) on Catholic teaching, and need correcting.
Oh, also, she has a son who just joined the Army last year. Another plus for her, I think.
It's just so great. I never thought I'd be this excited about a VP pick.
McCain picked Alaskan governor Sarah Palin as his running mate! This is just so awesome. Obviously the Democrats are out and criticizing the choice already, of course, but that's pretty much their job and to be expected. They can say all they want, though, because this choice has essentially knocked the wind out of Obama's sails and whatever coverage he was getting since last night from his "I have a dream" speech. (I mean, not entirely, obviously, but it's ALL OVER THE NEWS. And it is AWESOME.) (Once again, for more information and links and interesting factoids, go to AmericanPapist. He's so on top of all this stuff that's been going on. It's amazing.
Have you heard of Sarah Palin? I hadn't before April. And then a few blogs I read mentioned her because she gave birth to her fifth child, which is only very interesting news because he (her baby) has Down Syndrome, which they had found out earlier in the pregnancy but still kept going with it. And then a few weeks ago, or so, I mentioned her in a blog post I wrote elsewhere. And shortly after that, one of the guys at work mentioned that she was being mentioned as a possibility for McCain's VP choice. I hadn't heard that before, so it was an excellent choice to me, but I figured it wouldn't happen. Then I get to work this morning, and one of my coworkers was saying that he was going to announce today sometime (which I had heard last night, but figured it'd be later in the day), and that lots of people were saying it was going to be her. And then I checked cnn just to see a little later, and there it was. He had picked her. And we were all beyond thrilled, really. She's such a great choice, I think. Sure, maybe she's a little inexperienced. But know who else is? Oh that's right, the Messiah, Obama.
How great, though. I don't care much about the fact that she's a woman (I'm pretty sexist, after all -- I hate women), but it's so great that she's so pro-life. And really good on a number of other issues, as well. Just all around good stuff.
I'm so excited about this. And while picking Joe Biden doesn't seem to have helped Obama much (if at all) in the polls, I can't help but think that this is going to help McCain. A lot more than picking a pro-choice candidate would have (there was talk earlier this month that he was considering picking someone pro-choice. That would have been awful).
Things really seem to be heating up with the prolife/abortion issue. I don't remember this much discussion and controversy and such related to it during the last presidential campaign. I mean, I'm sure there was some, but it seems like those on the pro-life (and especially Catholic) side are getting more vocal and assertive about things. Which is really excellent. Oh, and I love Archbishop Chaput. He's so great. Bishop Sheridan's pretty awesome too, obviously, but he's not as much in the spotlight as Chaput. It's just nice, though, that there are bishops who don't pull any punches when it comes to Catholic teaching. Especially when it comes to correcting "Catholic" politicians who are...misinformed (ha) on Catholic teaching, and need correcting.
Oh, also, she has a son who just joined the Army last year. Another plus for her, I think.
It's just so great. I never thought I'd be this excited about a VP pick.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Really got a hold on me
Ok, can I be completely frank here? (I promise I'll go back to being Susie right after I'm done.) (I'm sorry, that was just terrible.)
I sort of almost hate the fact that people are back at school at ND, and I'm not. It's weird that for the first time in my entire life, essentially, or at least the last 16 or so years, it's the end of August and I'm not in school. Yeah, probably in my younger days school didn't start until September or so, but you get the point. It's weird. And it's especially weird to think about everyone back at Notre Dame. To think that life there is continuing...without me. How is that possible?
But seriously, it's weird. Although this was really hitting me hard while I was walking Hazel tonight, when the weather was lovely and I was getting good exercise, and there was Hazel. If I were back at school right now, I don't think I'd have Hazel. And she's pretty great. So, it was kind of like, "Well I guess she's worth it." And it's not like I would want to go back now, but I'd sort of want to go back to then...Unless we all took five years to graduate so that everyone would be back now...but yeah.
Knowing that I can't go back and won't be going back, though, doesn't mean I can't be a little sad, and miss it a little bit. Ok, a lot. Ok, enough to make me think about crying because I miss my life there, my friends, all of it. But it'll pass, I'll get used to this new stage of my life, and things will be good. Well, ideally, they'll be good. Or maybe I'll end up hating "real life" so much that I'll just go to grad school next year.
Either way, this is life now.
(And life now includes two days at work that are threatening to be somewhat less than fun, and somewhat more than stressful. Here's hoping I'm overreacting and assuming the worst. As I tend to do.)
I sort of almost hate the fact that people are back at school at ND, and I'm not. It's weird that for the first time in my entire life, essentially, or at least the last 16 or so years, it's the end of August and I'm not in school. Yeah, probably in my younger days school didn't start until September or so, but you get the point. It's weird. And it's especially weird to think about everyone back at Notre Dame. To think that life there is continuing...without me. How is that possible?
But seriously, it's weird. Although this was really hitting me hard while I was walking Hazel tonight, when the weather was lovely and I was getting good exercise, and there was Hazel. If I were back at school right now, I don't think I'd have Hazel. And she's pretty great. So, it was kind of like, "Well I guess she's worth it." And it's not like I would want to go back now, but I'd sort of want to go back to then...Unless we all took five years to graduate so that everyone would be back now...but yeah.
Knowing that I can't go back and won't be going back, though, doesn't mean I can't be a little sad, and miss it a little bit. Ok, a lot. Ok, enough to make me think about crying because I miss my life there, my friends, all of it. But it'll pass, I'll get used to this new stage of my life, and things will be good. Well, ideally, they'll be good. Or maybe I'll end up hating "real life" so much that I'll just go to grad school next year.
Either way, this is life now.
(And life now includes two days at work that are threatening to be somewhat less than fun, and somewhat more than stressful. Here's hoping I'm overreacting and assuming the worst. As I tend to do.)
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
What a show.
Apparently millions of people need Obama.
I'm pretty sure that millions of babies need Obama to lose.
Ugh the more I watch this convention (and I haven't watched much, really) and listen to/read comments by the Democrats, the more I abhor the position they take on certain issues.
It might be wrong to be a single-issue voter. But when that issue involves the lives of literally millions of Americans (whether or not you want to believe or accept that), it's hard to believe that anything else is more important.
I just hate how these Democrats are...just are. They try to downplay the abortion thing. They don't want us to realize that abortion is killing hundreds of thousands every year. And unfortunately many people fall for it. Or say "Well, maybe it's sort of wrong, but..." Because we all know that choice trumps life. Besides, it's not like those babies can probably even feel anything anyway.
Aw, isn't this nice, now Obama and Biden and families are all up there on the stage, and they're playing "We Are Family" on the loudspeaker. Over and over. And over. How special.
I'm pretty sure that millions of babies need Obama to lose.
Ugh the more I watch this convention (and I haven't watched much, really) and listen to/read comments by the Democrats, the more I abhor the position they take on certain issues.
It might be wrong to be a single-issue voter. But when that issue involves the lives of literally millions of Americans (whether or not you want to believe or accept that), it's hard to believe that anything else is more important.
I just hate how these Democrats are...just are. They try to downplay the abortion thing. They don't want us to realize that abortion is killing hundreds of thousands every year. And unfortunately many people fall for it. Or say "Well, maybe it's sort of wrong, but..." Because we all know that choice trumps life. Besides, it's not like those babies can probably even feel anything anyway.
Aw, isn't this nice, now Obama and Biden and families are all up there on the stage, and they're playing "We Are Family" on the loudspeaker. Over and over. And over. How special.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Real news, and...football.
Nancy Pelosi got into some hot water yesterday discussing abortion on Meet the Press. Her biggest problems started when she claimed to be knowledgeable having studied the issue for a long time, and an "ardent, practicing" Catholic And surprisingly, the right people (or some of them) have responded in a great way, including the wonderful Archbishop Chaput, ten Catholic members of Congress, and the USCCB. (AmericanPapist is quite a great blog for Catholic news.)
I must say, it's nice that so many people jumped on this and so quickly, too, to correct her. I wish that this would get more news outside of the Catholic blogosphere, but it's no surprise that it doesn't (and won't).
But anyway. Good stuff there.
Know what else is good stuff?
Wait for it...
Wait for it...
Wait for it...
I paid off my credit card! Finally! Totally! Completely! $0 balance! And I have...almost $200 in my bank account! You guys have NO idea how good it feels. Well, maybe you do. All I know is, I've been carrying around a balance on that card for the last year, the balance getting higher and higher, until I finally graduated, got a full-time job, and started getting down to the business to paying it off. And it's paid off! Most of the money I've made in the last three months has gone to that (hm...that means I've spent a lot of money this summer). Now I can start accumulating money for once! Until loans start to come due in November or so...ick. That'll be fun. But for now, yay!
Aw, no more Olympics. But you know what? Football starts soon! I'm going to the Air Force game this Saturday (yeah, just Air Force, but beggars can't be choosers. I need me some football. I'm excited!). Should be fun. And know what happens next Saturday? The start of the Notre Dame season! Which I will witness live and in person! Oh man I hope we're not terrible this year. Sigh. But yes. Yay for football. And NFL starts that weekend, too, I believe. Which of course means I'll miss the first games of the season, since who knows what I'll be doing on Sunday before going back to Chicago and flying on a plane to Denver, etc. But that's ok. Mostly.
I must say, it's nice that so many people jumped on this and so quickly, too, to correct her. I wish that this would get more news outside of the Catholic blogosphere, but it's no surprise that it doesn't (and won't).
But anyway. Good stuff there.
Know what else is good stuff?
Wait for it...
Wait for it...
Wait for it...
I paid off my credit card! Finally! Totally! Completely! $0 balance! And I have...almost $200 in my bank account! You guys have NO idea how good it feels. Well, maybe you do. All I know is, I've been carrying around a balance on that card for the last year, the balance getting higher and higher, until I finally graduated, got a full-time job, and started getting down to the business to paying it off. And it's paid off! Most of the money I've made in the last three months has gone to that (hm...that means I've spent a lot of money this summer). Now I can start accumulating money for once! Until loans start to come due in November or so...ick. That'll be fun. But for now, yay!
Aw, no more Olympics. But you know what? Football starts soon! I'm going to the Air Force game this Saturday (yeah, just Air Force, but beggars can't be choosers. I need me some football. I'm excited!). Should be fun. And know what happens next Saturday? The start of the Notre Dame season! Which I will witness live and in person! Oh man I hope we're not terrible this year. Sigh. But yes. Yay for football. And NFL starts that weekend, too, I believe. Which of course means I'll miss the first games of the season, since who knows what I'll be doing on Sunday before going back to Chicago and flying on a plane to Denver, etc. But that's ok. Mostly.
Exciting news!
The prairie dog hills are big this year!
Why is that news, you might ask, let alone exciting?
Well, according to the guy I overheard talking about it today (and the reason I know they're bigger than usual this year), bigger prairie dog mounds means a harsher winter. Apparently they were fairly large two years ago, and then that winter was the winter with blizzards galore (oh, how I loved that). This guy said that they're even bigger this year. And the farmers out east where he saw them are somewhat concerned about the coming winter. I guess I shouldn't be happy about that, but...I'm happy for me I guess. Haha. Anyway. Who knows what'll happen though. According to someone at work today, the Farmer's Almanac is saying it'll be a bad winter, but the National Weather Service says it'll be a dry one. So. Time will tell who is right.
I for one would be more inclined to trust prairie dogs than the weather service, though.
Why is that news, you might ask, let alone exciting?
Well, according to the guy I overheard talking about it today (and the reason I know they're bigger than usual this year), bigger prairie dog mounds means a harsher winter. Apparently they were fairly large two years ago, and then that winter was the winter with blizzards galore (oh, how I loved that). This guy said that they're even bigger this year. And the farmers out east where he saw them are somewhat concerned about the coming winter. I guess I shouldn't be happy about that, but...I'm happy for me I guess. Haha. Anyway. Who knows what'll happen though. According to someone at work today, the Farmer's Almanac is saying it'll be a bad winter, but the National Weather Service says it'll be a dry one. So. Time will tell who is right.
I for one would be more inclined to trust prairie dogs than the weather service, though.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
No more Olympic talk after tonight. Probably.
So, it's an indisputable fact that my puppy is pretty much the best-looking dog out there. Everyone who sees her says so. And I'm sure they think it, too. Even looking at other Australian Cattle Dog pictures, she's cuter than them. A lot of cattle dogs have lots of spots all over, which doesn't appeal to me that much, but Hazel just has a few of those mostly on her legs and her snout. And a little on her neck, but they're cute there. Then there's the spots on the top of her head which are just so cute, and...man she's cute. The rest of her is either pretty solid white or red. And man, her huge ears. My sweet sweet puppy. I can't get enough of her.
If I hadn't graduated in May, I'd be on my way back to school right now. Very weird to think that I'm not. This morning, after I woke up at 7:30, took care of some dog stuff, and went back to bed for an hour and a half or so, I had a dream about going back to school. I was back in the room I had last year (sometimes I really miss that room. It was small, but it was all mine. Even if it was just one of many, many rooms in that dorm. It was mine. Ah. Anyway, in this dream it was that room, but a bit nicer -- and with a closet. But then, of course, I woke up, and here I am all graduated and not an ND student anymore. That's ok. It couldn't last forever. Time to move on to bigger and better things, hopefully. And it'll always be there to visit, right?
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K that was last night. Today? I almost started crying at Mass. Almost. And not for any good Mass-related reason either. No, it was because one of the women who sings in the choir at the 9:30 Mass has a daughter who goes to Notre Dame. Goes, not went. I think she's a senior this year. Anyway, when that daughter is home she sometimes sings in the choir too. And not seeing her there today, I remembered that if I were still going to ND, I'd be back there by now. I'd be moving in at this very moment in time. I remember moving in last year, and it doesn't feel like it was a year ago. And oh God I miss it. I do. Yeah, I'll be back there in two weeks for the game, but it won't be the same. It'll be visiting as an outsider, and not living there as a student. Gosh that'll be weird.
Did you know that there's synchronized rhythmic gymnastics? Yeah, I didn't either. But apparently, there is. Oh, I guess it's called "group rhythmic gymnastics." And it's about as weird as you'd expect. And, wow, they sit in plastic pink chairs to find out the scores. No surprise that they leave this till the last day of the Olympics.
Oh, and all these plane crash stories that seem to have popped up lately with more frequency than usual aren't exactly making me excited about flying to Chicago in two weeks...but that's ok.
Hm. I just randomly got this weird urge to be back in school. Not back at Notre Dame, but to be going to school again, wherever. I really should apply for grad school, I think. Just to see. I don't know if things would work out so that I could go, but...it just keeps coming up. I might as well try and see where things go, right?
Every week, I realize more and more how much I hate not having a regular church I go to every week. I know that it's my own fault I don't just pick one and stick with it, but do you know how hard it is to find a church here that doesn't cause me to offer up my entire Mass experience every week instead of enjoying it and getting good spiritual fulfillment from it? I'd gladly go up to Holy Ghost every week and become a member there, except it'd be hard to be a member who does anything aside from attending Mass once a week. I don't know what kind of community-type events they do up there, but it would be hard to go to anything not taking place on a Sunday. Plus, even just driving up there every week would be a big time commitment. Two and a half hours-ish round trip, plus the hour, hour and a half for Mass. But...I don't like drifting. I don't like floating here and there and back again. I also don't like having to listen to the person in the pew in front of me talk -- not even in a hushed tone like you might expect -- before Mass while I'm obviously trying to pray right behind her. I especially don't like it when she's talking to her pew-mate about some sort of recipe for beans or something like that. Really? That's necessary to discuss before Mass? And is it also necessary to pass around a microphone to every. single. person who is visiting that week, when there's clearly a large group who are related and who are there for a baptism? I mean, it's nice to be welcoming at all, but is it really good when it's to the detriment of people who are trying to prepare themselves for Mass which is (in case you weren't aware) sort of all about Jesus and not you and me becoming friends?
Ok I'm getting off on a rant. I'll stop now. The point is, I really wish I had a church I was connected to. In more than an "I've gone here since I was three so I'll just keep coming back when I don't feel like trying to figure out where else to go this week" kind of way.
Annnndddd....hours later. They're doing the end of the Olympics, running the credits after the closing ceremony (which, no, I didn't watch, aside from about five minutes during which there was some very weird stuff going on involving a London double decker bus and some weird kids...), and there's this song they're using from some soundtrack, I'm sure. I've heard it before, and I cannot for the life of me think of what it is. It goes "do do do do do do do do do do dooo dodido, di do. Do do do do do do do do do do dooo, dodido, di do." Did you get that? Good. So tell me what it's from. Let's see, now this song sounds like it might be from Remember the Titans, I think. I'm just going to say yes, because then it won't bother me. But I have to figure out that other one. I hate it when they do this to me, use movie scores I've heard before but then can't place and it bothers me to no end. Ahhh, I love the Internet. Someone has already asked (and been answered) about that music, on yahoo or whatever. The second part was Remember the Titans, which I knew, and the first part was from the movie Dragonheart (which I've never seen), but that score is used for a lot of trailers and things, hence why I know it. (If you're so inclined, you can hear it here. I'd put the video on my blog, but I'm afraid that might be a tad too...nerdy/weird for me, considering it has a talking dragon in it... It's certainly nice background music, though. Almost makes me want to consider buying the soundtrack. Whoa, Dennis Quaid is in it? Now I have to see it!) Oh I found a better one, with no scenes from the movie. So I'll put it here.
Anyway. I spent too long on that. But I'm glad I got it all figured out. I've heard that song and investigated before, and found the same result. I just always forget. And there's also this one that I hear in trailers sometimes, and really enjoy:
Yay for good music.
Haha, Hazel was just wagging her tail in her sleep. She's so cute.
Wow this turned long. And I just saw a commercial for ND football on NBC. I'm not even watching TV (it's on, but muted), and I just happened to look over and see it. Oh man I can't wait for the season to start. Two weeks! Yippee skippy doo-dah. Of course, in all likelihood it'll be another season like last year. Perhaps it'll be less painful to watch on TV (with the one exception) instead of in person. Less expensive, at least.
I stayed up too late again tonight. Not a good way to start the week. BUT! It was because I was talking to great friends online. And that's always worth a little bit of sleep deprivation. And the great thing is, with one or two exceptions, I'll be seeing them all (and talking to them in person!) in just under two weeks! Yay! But now, time for sleep.
If I hadn't graduated in May, I'd be on my way back to school right now. Very weird to think that I'm not. This morning, after I woke up at 7:30, took care of some dog stuff, and went back to bed for an hour and a half or so, I had a dream about going back to school. I was back in the room I had last year (sometimes I really miss that room. It was small, but it was all mine. Even if it was just one of many, many rooms in that dorm. It was mine. Ah. Anyway, in this dream it was that room, but a bit nicer -- and with a closet. But then, of course, I woke up, and here I am all graduated and not an ND student anymore. That's ok. It couldn't last forever. Time to move on to bigger and better things, hopefully. And it'll always be there to visit, right?
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K that was last night. Today? I almost started crying at Mass. Almost. And not for any good Mass-related reason either. No, it was because one of the women who sings in the choir at the 9:30 Mass has a daughter who goes to Notre Dame. Goes, not went. I think she's a senior this year. Anyway, when that daughter is home she sometimes sings in the choir too. And not seeing her there today, I remembered that if I were still going to ND, I'd be back there by now. I'd be moving in at this very moment in time. I remember moving in last year, and it doesn't feel like it was a year ago. And oh God I miss it. I do. Yeah, I'll be back there in two weeks for the game, but it won't be the same. It'll be visiting as an outsider, and not living there as a student. Gosh that'll be weird.
Did you know that there's synchronized rhythmic gymnastics? Yeah, I didn't either. But apparently, there is. Oh, I guess it's called "group rhythmic gymnastics." And it's about as weird as you'd expect. And, wow, they sit in plastic pink chairs to find out the scores. No surprise that they leave this till the last day of the Olympics.
Oh, and all these plane crash stories that seem to have popped up lately with more frequency than usual aren't exactly making me excited about flying to Chicago in two weeks...but that's ok.
Hm. I just randomly got this weird urge to be back in school. Not back at Notre Dame, but to be going to school again, wherever. I really should apply for grad school, I think. Just to see. I don't know if things would work out so that I could go, but...it just keeps coming up. I might as well try and see where things go, right?
Every week, I realize more and more how much I hate not having a regular church I go to every week. I know that it's my own fault I don't just pick one and stick with it, but do you know how hard it is to find a church here that doesn't cause me to offer up my entire Mass experience every week instead of enjoying it and getting good spiritual fulfillment from it? I'd gladly go up to Holy Ghost every week and become a member there, except it'd be hard to be a member who does anything aside from attending Mass once a week. I don't know what kind of community-type events they do up there, but it would be hard to go to anything not taking place on a Sunday. Plus, even just driving up there every week would be a big time commitment. Two and a half hours-ish round trip, plus the hour, hour and a half for Mass. But...I don't like drifting. I don't like floating here and there and back again. I also don't like having to listen to the person in the pew in front of me talk -- not even in a hushed tone like you might expect -- before Mass while I'm obviously trying to pray right behind her. I especially don't like it when she's talking to her pew-mate about some sort of recipe for beans or something like that. Really? That's necessary to discuss before Mass? And is it also necessary to pass around a microphone to every. single. person who is visiting that week, when there's clearly a large group who are related and who are there for a baptism? I mean, it's nice to be welcoming at all, but is it really good when it's to the detriment of people who are trying to prepare themselves for Mass which is (in case you weren't aware) sort of all about Jesus and not you and me becoming friends?
Ok I'm getting off on a rant. I'll stop now. The point is, I really wish I had a church I was connected to. In more than an "I've gone here since I was three so I'll just keep coming back when I don't feel like trying to figure out where else to go this week" kind of way.
Annnndddd....hours later. They're doing the end of the Olympics, running the credits after the closing ceremony (which, no, I didn't watch, aside from about five minutes during which there was some very weird stuff going on involving a London double decker bus and some weird kids...), and there's this song they're using from some soundtrack, I'm sure. I've heard it before, and I cannot for the life of me think of what it is. It goes "do do do do do do do do do do dooo dodido, di do. Do do do do do do do do do do dooo, dodido, di do." Did you get that? Good. So tell me what it's from. Let's see, now this song sounds like it might be from Remember the Titans, I think. I'm just going to say yes, because then it won't bother me. But I have to figure out that other one. I hate it when they do this to me, use movie scores I've heard before but then can't place and it bothers me to no end. Ahhh, I love the Internet. Someone has already asked (and been answered) about that music, on yahoo or whatever. The second part was Remember the Titans, which I knew, and the first part was from the movie Dragonheart (which I've never seen), but that score is used for a lot of trailers and things, hence why I know it. (If you're so inclined, you can hear it here. I'd put the video on my blog, but I'm afraid that might be a tad too...nerdy/weird for me, considering it has a talking dragon in it... It's certainly nice background music, though. Almost makes me want to consider buying the soundtrack. Whoa, Dennis Quaid is in it? Now I have to see it!) Oh I found a better one, with no scenes from the movie. So I'll put it here.
Anyway. I spent too long on that. But I'm glad I got it all figured out. I've heard that song and investigated before, and found the same result. I just always forget. And there's also this one that I hear in trailers sometimes, and really enjoy:
Yay for good music.
Haha, Hazel was just wagging her tail in her sleep. She's so cute.
Wow this turned long. And I just saw a commercial for ND football on NBC. I'm not even watching TV (it's on, but muted), and I just happened to look over and see it. Oh man I can't wait for the season to start. Two weeks! Yippee skippy doo-dah. Of course, in all likelihood it'll be another season like last year. Perhaps it'll be less painful to watch on TV (with the one exception) instead of in person. Less expensive, at least.
I stayed up too late again tonight. Not a good way to start the week. BUT! It was because I was talking to great friends online. And that's always worth a little bit of sleep deprivation. And the great thing is, with one or two exceptions, I'll be seeing them all (and talking to them in person!) in just under two weeks! Yay! But now, time for sleep.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Buggy-licious
I just read (ish) an article about a surge in the Amish population in the US (are there Amish in other countries?), and there's speculation that if it continues, their population will double by 2026.
If Amish were Catholic, or if you could be Amish and Catholic, I would totally go be Amish.
Seriously. Well, mostly. They do have some weird things I might get sick of, I think. Not to mention I'd have to learn whatever German dialect they speak. That probably wouldn't work too well. Plus there's the whole no TV = no football watching thing. That might be a deal-breaker. I need my football.
Oh well. Guess I'll keep being non-Amish.
If Amish were Catholic, or if you could be Amish and Catholic, I would totally go be Amish.
Seriously. Well, mostly. They do have some weird things I might get sick of, I think. Not to mention I'd have to learn whatever German dialect they speak. That probably wouldn't work too well. Plus there's the whole no TV = no football watching thing. That might be a deal-breaker. I need my football.
Oh well. Guess I'll keep being non-Amish.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
If you read closely, you can tell this post was not written all at once...
This morning, my way too overactive gag reflex reached the pinnacle of annoying while I was brushing my teeth. That's all I'll say about that. But it's just so frustrating. Mom gave me a suggestion that may or may not help, and I believe I'll be trying it, but I won't be holding my breath for it to work. It's like it's just getting worse as I get older. Shouldn't it be the other way around? I blame the early mornings. It wasn't bad when I was in college because I didn't have to get up so early every day like I do now. Some mornings, sure, but not every morning. So it didn't bother me as often, or I didn't notice it as often. Not the case anymore. Hm.
Also, I decided today, just now actually, that I need to take a trip to a yarn store before I go to ND. I need something to do on the plane, and I've been wanting to make an afghan for awhile now, so maybe I can get started on it soon and have it done in time to give to someone for Christmas. It's coming soon, you know. Really. It's already almost September. Yay September! Good things happen in September. Well, at least, football happens in September. And my birthday. And...ND trip! And...hopefully fall will start. And...um...well, it's one month closer to Christmas and Christmas music and Christmas decorations and maybe snow! I wish December were snowier. What was I talking about? Oh yeah, knitting. It's fun to knit on the plane. Except when people try to talk to me about it. Or talk to me about anything. I have an MP3 player now so hopefully people will leave me alone. Not that people typically do try to talk to me when I'm on a plane...I think I exude a "Don't talk to me" vibe. And that's perfectly fine. Usually.
I need to figure out what color and type of yarn to get. And what pattern to do. Choices, choices, decisions, decisions. This will require some thought.
Know what? My puppy is smart.
Know what else? I was just thinking about the day (two days? Day and a half?) that I was in the hospital back in November. It wasn't exactly fun, but it was kind of nice just lying there all day, sleeping most of the time, watching TV when I was awake, texting people, not worrying about anything, and of course that chicken broth that was the BEST MEAL EVER. You may think I'm kidding, but I am so serious. But yeah. I'm not saying I'd want to spend another two nights in the hospital...but it was pretty nice. Aside from the pain. And all that.
I think I need to designate more quiet time in my day. I need quiet. I think I only have so much time that I can stand being in a not-quiet environment every day, and lately I'm using up more and more of that. And it's good and fine, but it just means I need more quiet when I get home, and that doesn't really happen. I really really wish I had my own place. Or like...an apartment above the garage or something. That'd be awesome.
Sigh.
It's going to be a long [fill in amount of time before I move out...could be a looong time] if I keep doing this to myself. It's not going to happen any time soon, so I just have to be ok with that and deal with it and move on from there. But, uh, I'm not above taking donations from anyone who would like to give to the worthy cause of "Susie will be 23 soon and would like to move out of her parents' house before she turns 24..." No takers? Ah, well, maybe one of these days I'll play the lottery, win on my first try, and things will be good. Or at least improved. Maybe money can't buy happiness (a statement with which I might just happen to disagree, to a point), but it can sure buy other things.
And now that it's late, my wonderful new memory foam pillow is calling to me. Mmm.
Also, I decided today, just now actually, that I need to take a trip to a yarn store before I go to ND. I need something to do on the plane, and I've been wanting to make an afghan for awhile now, so maybe I can get started on it soon and have it done in time to give to someone for Christmas. It's coming soon, you know. Really. It's already almost September. Yay September! Good things happen in September. Well, at least, football happens in September. And my birthday. And...ND trip! And...hopefully fall will start. And...um...well, it's one month closer to Christmas and Christmas music and Christmas decorations and maybe snow! I wish December were snowier. What was I talking about? Oh yeah, knitting. It's fun to knit on the plane. Except when people try to talk to me about it. Or talk to me about anything. I have an MP3 player now so hopefully people will leave me alone. Not that people typically do try to talk to me when I'm on a plane...I think I exude a "Don't talk to me" vibe. And that's perfectly fine. Usually.
I need to figure out what color and type of yarn to get. And what pattern to do. Choices, choices, decisions, decisions. This will require some thought.
Know what? My puppy is smart.
Know what else? I was just thinking about the day (two days? Day and a half?) that I was in the hospital back in November. It wasn't exactly fun, but it was kind of nice just lying there all day, sleeping most of the time, watching TV when I was awake, texting people, not worrying about anything, and of course that chicken broth that was the BEST MEAL EVER. You may think I'm kidding, but I am so serious. But yeah. I'm not saying I'd want to spend another two nights in the hospital...but it was pretty nice. Aside from the pain. And all that.
I think I need to designate more quiet time in my day. I need quiet. I think I only have so much time that I can stand being in a not-quiet environment every day, and lately I'm using up more and more of that. And it's good and fine, but it just means I need more quiet when I get home, and that doesn't really happen. I really really wish I had my own place. Or like...an apartment above the garage or something. That'd be awesome.
Sigh.
It's going to be a long [fill in amount of time before I move out...could be a looong time] if I keep doing this to myself. It's not going to happen any time soon, so I just have to be ok with that and deal with it and move on from there. But, uh, I'm not above taking donations from anyone who would like to give to the worthy cause of "Susie will be 23 soon and would like to move out of her parents' house before she turns 24..." No takers? Ah, well, maybe one of these days I'll play the lottery, win on my first try, and things will be good. Or at least improved. Maybe money can't buy happiness (a statement with which I might just happen to disagree, to a point), but it can sure buy other things.
And now that it's late, my wonderful new memory foam pillow is calling to me. Mmm.
Sweet Hazel
Monday, Tuesday, and today, I've had to come home (willingly, of course) at lunch to let Hazel out for a bit because Dad has had to go into work those days. Luckily he's done that after today and he'll be back home. I mean, it's great seeing Hazel in the middle of the day, but I feel so badly for having to put her in the crate, especially after she's only been out a little while. And man, today, hm. She threw up a little bit a minute ago (it was just water, basically -- I think she drank too much too quickly just a few minutes before that. Or she knew I did that this morning and she wants to be like me). And then I took the soup I reheated out of the microwave, only to find that one of the pieces must have exploded or something because there was little bits of soup all over the microwave. So I had to clean up that, too.
Sigh. I'm so glad my dad is able to be home most days. It would be so stressful to have to come home like this every day, although I know this situation (him working from home) won't last forever... It'd be nice if I were a little closer to work. It would solve a few things, at least.
Anyway. Back to work. After being a big ol' meanie and putting my sweet puppy back in the crate. She's so good about it, even though I'm sure she hates it. Poor puppy.
Sigh. I'm so glad my dad is able to be home most days. It would be so stressful to have to come home like this every day, although I know this situation (him working from home) won't last forever... It'd be nice if I were a little closer to work. It would solve a few things, at least.
Anyway. Back to work. After being a big ol' meanie and putting my sweet puppy back in the crate. She's so good about it, even though I'm sure she hates it. Poor puppy.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Today
Today, I really wish I had a cubicle.
Oy.
Well, after a lovely relaxing lunch (um...sort of), time to go back to work...
Oy.
Well, after a lovely relaxing lunch (um...sort of), time to go back to work...
Monday, August 18, 2008
I think I didn't have enough caffeine today...
Considering it's already almost 10 this might not happen tomorrow, but soon I have to start making myself get up at 6 so I can have time to take Hazel for a walk in the mornings. I should be doing this already, but...6am is just so early. But she needs it. And I do too. We've been taking a walk in the evenings a lot lately (although not every day like it should be), but she has so much energy still. So yeah. Hopefully I can get on that here soon.
And also hopefully soon I can get my room semi-organized. Because...ugh. It's ridiculous right now. I can't stand it, but I also can't get the motivation to do something about it. It's overwhelming, and what needs to happen all seems to be dependent on doing something else which is dependent on something else and it ends up being in a cycle that I can't break into. Hm. Well, I bought a memory foam pillow tonight, so that's...something completely unrelated. But I hope it'll feel good. Like having a clean room might, if I ever get to that point...
Hazel lately has taken a liking to barking at and trying to chase the reflection of my laptop on the ceiling. She really gets mad at it, and will make futile jumps up in the middle of the family room in an attempt to get to the reflection, but I'm pretty sure that's something she'll never get. Every once in awhile I just nudge my laptop a bit so the reflection moves. She immediately goes to attention on it when she sees it move even slightly. It's pretty funny to watch. Except when it gets annoying when she jumps up on the back of the couch I'm sitting on. Seriously, yesterday, she would jump up there and then just chill like she's a cat or something. Oh, and there she goes again. I took a picture yesterday, which maybe I'll put up here someday.
There was a spider in the shower this morning. Luckily I turn on the water before I get in so it has a chance to warm up, and it was when I turned on the water that I saw the spider trying to get out of the way. So I wasn't actually in the shower yet, and I just washed it down the drain. But I was pretty grossed out by it the whole time I was in there. I hate spiders. Especially the large-ish, black kind. Or any large-ish kind.
People who make socks -- socks of the non-white, non-boring variety -- should realize that even those of us with bigger feet would like to have some fun socks to wear once in awhile. It's not my fault I have clown feet. I deserve socks in pretty colors, or with pretty designs, just as much as the 87% of people who wear shoe sizes to fit the "one size fits all" designation with most socks. Psh.
So, watching the news is annoying. All summer we hear about how dry it is, and how high the fire danger is, and we need rain, blah blah blah. Well, this month we've gotten some good rain. Yeah, flooding isn't a good thing, but overall I'd say we sort of needed this rain. (I definitely needed it.) But the past few nights, on the news they've had stories about how bad the rain has been for people, and how it's ruining everyone's lives, and blah blah blah. Come on, people. I know I'm biased because I happen to love the rain and never get enough of it here, but we've had such a dry summer and the rain can only help in the long run. And really, it's not like we had a week straight of downpours. We just had a few days with some rain off and on. Maybe more on than off, but it definitely wasn't constant.
People talk too much. Sometimes, it feels like people are just talking at me constantly, and then they'll pause (for breath or something, I don't know), and it's relief for a few minutes. But then they're back to it again. Talk talk talk. Noise noise noise. Makes me batty.
Clearly I'm in a less than stellar mood tonight. Maybe this means I should get to bed soon. Maybe my new pillow will provide me with the best night's sleep I've ever had. Wouldn't that be nice?
And also hopefully soon I can get my room semi-organized. Because...ugh. It's ridiculous right now. I can't stand it, but I also can't get the motivation to do something about it. It's overwhelming, and what needs to happen all seems to be dependent on doing something else which is dependent on something else and it ends up being in a cycle that I can't break into. Hm. Well, I bought a memory foam pillow tonight, so that's...something completely unrelated. But I hope it'll feel good. Like having a clean room might, if I ever get to that point...
Hazel lately has taken a liking to barking at and trying to chase the reflection of my laptop on the ceiling. She really gets mad at it, and will make futile jumps up in the middle of the family room in an attempt to get to the reflection, but I'm pretty sure that's something she'll never get. Every once in awhile I just nudge my laptop a bit so the reflection moves. She immediately goes to attention on it when she sees it move even slightly. It's pretty funny to watch. Except when it gets annoying when she jumps up on the back of the couch I'm sitting on. Seriously, yesterday, she would jump up there and then just chill like she's a cat or something. Oh, and there she goes again. I took a picture yesterday, which maybe I'll put up here someday.
There was a spider in the shower this morning. Luckily I turn on the water before I get in so it has a chance to warm up, and it was when I turned on the water that I saw the spider trying to get out of the way. So I wasn't actually in the shower yet, and I just washed it down the drain. But I was pretty grossed out by it the whole time I was in there. I hate spiders. Especially the large-ish, black kind. Or any large-ish kind.
People who make socks -- socks of the non-white, non-boring variety -- should realize that even those of us with bigger feet would like to have some fun socks to wear once in awhile. It's not my fault I have clown feet. I deserve socks in pretty colors, or with pretty designs, just as much as the 87% of people who wear shoe sizes to fit the "one size fits all" designation with most socks. Psh.
So, watching the news is annoying. All summer we hear about how dry it is, and how high the fire danger is, and we need rain, blah blah blah. Well, this month we've gotten some good rain. Yeah, flooding isn't a good thing, but overall I'd say we sort of needed this rain. (I definitely needed it.) But the past few nights, on the news they've had stories about how bad the rain has been for people, and how it's ruining everyone's lives, and blah blah blah. Come on, people. I know I'm biased because I happen to love the rain and never get enough of it here, but we've had such a dry summer and the rain can only help in the long run. And really, it's not like we had a week straight of downpours. We just had a few days with some rain off and on. Maybe more on than off, but it definitely wasn't constant.
People talk too much. Sometimes, it feels like people are just talking at me constantly, and then they'll pause (for breath or something, I don't know), and it's relief for a few minutes. But then they're back to it again. Talk talk talk. Noise noise noise. Makes me batty.
Clearly I'm in a less than stellar mood tonight. Maybe this means I should get to bed soon. Maybe my new pillow will provide me with the best night's sleep I've ever had. Wouldn't that be nice?
I'm allowed to want some independence, right?
I love my parents, and I'm more than grateful to them for putting up with me for going on 23 years now, but...
I cannot wait to move out and have my own place.
Seriously.
Unfortunately, who knows when I'll have the money saved up to afford a place, even with a roommate. It would probably help if I really started saving my money, though.
Sigh.
I cannot wait to move out and have my own place.
Seriously.
Unfortunately, who knows when I'll have the money saved up to afford a place, even with a roommate. It would probably help if I really started saving my money, though.
Sigh.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Can't please everyone
So, uh, I certainly do not have a thick skin when it comes to criticism. Even when it's anonymous, or, anonymous in the sense that someone criticizes something I wrote but they have no idea who I am...nor do I know them...hm. Oh well. No one's perfect, and it's a part of life, and...yeah.
Sigh.
I just want everyone to like me, and I just want things I do to be perfect and good and done well all the time. Impossible goal, though.
Sigh.
I just want everyone to like me, and I just want things I do to be perfect and good and done well all the time. Impossible goal, though.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Another post in which I mention Michael Phelps.
I went to a Tridentine Mass this evening for the Assumption. Holy shamoly, it was surprisingly stressful. I was ridiculously lost for about 75% of it, despite having a booklet to try to keep up. But I guess it being the first time (essentially) that I've gone to one, it was almost inevitable that I'd be lost. So, oh well. Also, I chickened out about wearing a veil. I bought one yesterday, intending to wear it because I've been wanting to for awhile (or thinking about it at least), and figured this would be a good place to start. But then I just...eh I don't know. I'm good at talking myself out of things that I shouldn't be talking myself out of. So yeah. Oh well. We'll see if I go to another Tridentine again. I mean, I'm not writing it off by any means. I just haven't decided if it's for me. Some parts of it I really, really like. But there are parts of the Novus Ordo that I really like to (or at least am far more used to and comfortable with). We'll see. You know me and my resistance to things unknown. (I'm the girl who always orders the same thing at every restaurant. Or one of a few.)
In other news, I need a new pillow. (Thrilling, huh?) I've woken up with a sore neck far too many mornings lately. I'm thinking of splurging and getting one of those memory foam pillows. I think my neck might thank me.
Today was beautiful. Not if you ask probably 92.7% of people, but I thought it was lovely. Cloudy all day. Misting or raining most of the day. Cold (I doubt it hit 60, maybe not even upper 50s, and felt like even cooler). I went up to the zoo, which happens to be partway up a mountain, so we were pretty much in a cloud the whole time we were there. I loved every minute of it. And I loved being cold today. There is such a difference between being cold due to stupid overzealous air conditioners, and being cold because it's actually cold outside. I really don't mind the latter. Today really made me be done with summer. Bring on winter! And Christmastime! Too bad there's still...three months or so before all that really comes. I hope we have a good, snowy winter this year. Starting in November or early December. It's always so depressing when there's no wintry weather while Christmas decorations are up and Christmas music is playing. Knowing Colorado, we'll have a 70 degree and sunny Christmas this year. It's always sunny on Christmas. And that's just no good. Well, for today, I'll just enjoy this. And tomorrow too, from the looks of it.
August has been so amazing, weather-wise. There was the night last week or whenver when I was woken up at 1-something by a large crash of thunder, and there was a great storm going on. That was fun. And then the morning when I saw a rainbow, which doesn't happen often (I don't think I've ever seen a rainbow out here that's not in the sky to the east, because they're in the afternoon/evening. This one was towards the mountains). And the morning when it was wonderfully foggy. I love fog. And last night when I was woken up at 3:45 or so by a big hail or rain storm. Ridiculously loud, but I wasn't complaining. When I woke up this morning and turned off my fan, in the process of getting myself out of bed, I heard rain on the roof and going down the gutter. And then I just laid there for a few more minutes, listening to that wonderful sound. Rain (or storms) in the morning is always so nice. Doesn't happen often. Especially in sunny, desert-y Colorado (Springs).
Tonight was perfect tea-weather. I'm on my second mug of it. I don't even like tea that much. Of course, something about having a headache makes tea sound more appealing too.
Ok, Michael Phelps is seriously just...insane. I just watched the 100M Butterfly, a race which was something of a question mark for him (Ian Crocker, a fellow American and the world record-holder, was also racing, and it wasn't as guaranteed as other races have pretty much been). 100M is two lengths of the pool, and after the first turn, Phelps was 7th of 8. The field was pretty close, but still. But during that second length, he caught up, and somehow impossibly managed to pull out a win. By 1/100th of a second. I mean, it seriously looked like he touched second. It was incredible. Amazing. Phelps actually showed some emotion after he saw that he touched first, unlike other races where it's almost been more like "Ok, that's great, but I have more races to focus on now." But yeah, wow. Good stuff. Who am I going to root for when Michael Phelps stops swimming in the Olympics? Eh, I always root for the Americans anyway. It's just a heck of a lot more fun when it's an American that wins all his races. Although, psh, he didn't break the current world record with this race. So, failure. He did get a new Olympic record though. But I think he's probably mostly ok with not getting a world record, but getting the win.
One more race and I'll be done talking about Michael Phelps, ok? And once swimming is done, I don't think I'll be watching much more Olympics. I don't really care about the other stuff. Maybe gymnastics.
Anyway. I hope Hazel sleeps in until 8 (or later) with me again tomorrow. It was so nice of her not to wake up until then this morning. But we went up to bed kind of late, later than we will tonight for sure, and that probably had something to do with it. She seems to have sort of a 7 hour limit, from when I put her in the crate in my room to when she starts whining in the morning. So I doubt I won't be getting a wake-up by 7am.
Oh well. She's worth it.
In other news, I need a new pillow. (Thrilling, huh?) I've woken up with a sore neck far too many mornings lately. I'm thinking of splurging and getting one of those memory foam pillows. I think my neck might thank me.
Today was beautiful. Not if you ask probably 92.7% of people, but I thought it was lovely. Cloudy all day. Misting or raining most of the day. Cold (I doubt it hit 60, maybe not even upper 50s, and felt like even cooler). I went up to the zoo, which happens to be partway up a mountain, so we were pretty much in a cloud the whole time we were there. I loved every minute of it. And I loved being cold today. There is such a difference between being cold due to stupid overzealous air conditioners, and being cold because it's actually cold outside. I really don't mind the latter. Today really made me be done with summer. Bring on winter! And Christmastime! Too bad there's still...three months or so before all that really comes. I hope we have a good, snowy winter this year. Starting in November or early December. It's always so depressing when there's no wintry weather while Christmas decorations are up and Christmas music is playing. Knowing Colorado, we'll have a 70 degree and sunny Christmas this year. It's always sunny on Christmas. And that's just no good. Well, for today, I'll just enjoy this. And tomorrow too, from the looks of it.
August has been so amazing, weather-wise. There was the night last week or whenver when I was woken up at 1-something by a large crash of thunder, and there was a great storm going on. That was fun. And then the morning when I saw a rainbow, which doesn't happen often (I don't think I've ever seen a rainbow out here that's not in the sky to the east, because they're in the afternoon/evening. This one was towards the mountains). And the morning when it was wonderfully foggy. I love fog. And last night when I was woken up at 3:45 or so by a big hail or rain storm. Ridiculously loud, but I wasn't complaining. When I woke up this morning and turned off my fan, in the process of getting myself out of bed, I heard rain on the roof and going down the gutter. And then I just laid there for a few more minutes, listening to that wonderful sound. Rain (or storms) in the morning is always so nice. Doesn't happen often. Especially in sunny, desert-y Colorado (Springs).
Tonight was perfect tea-weather. I'm on my second mug of it. I don't even like tea that much. Of course, something about having a headache makes tea sound more appealing too.
Ok, Michael Phelps is seriously just...insane. I just watched the 100M Butterfly, a race which was something of a question mark for him (Ian Crocker, a fellow American and the world record-holder, was also racing, and it wasn't as guaranteed as other races have pretty much been). 100M is two lengths of the pool, and after the first turn, Phelps was 7th of 8. The field was pretty close, but still. But during that second length, he caught up, and somehow impossibly managed to pull out a win. By 1/100th of a second. I mean, it seriously looked like he touched second. It was incredible. Amazing. Phelps actually showed some emotion after he saw that he touched first, unlike other races where it's almost been more like "Ok, that's great, but I have more races to focus on now." But yeah, wow. Good stuff. Who am I going to root for when Michael Phelps stops swimming in the Olympics? Eh, I always root for the Americans anyway. It's just a heck of a lot more fun when it's an American that wins all his races. Although, psh, he didn't break the current world record with this race. So, failure. He did get a new Olympic record though. But I think he's probably mostly ok with not getting a world record, but getting the win.
One more race and I'll be done talking about Michael Phelps, ok? And once swimming is done, I don't think I'll be watching much more Olympics. I don't really care about the other stuff. Maybe gymnastics.
Anyway. I hope Hazel sleeps in until 8 (or later) with me again tomorrow. It was so nice of her not to wake up until then this morning. But we went up to bed kind of late, later than we will tonight for sure, and that probably had something to do with it. She seems to have sort of a 7 hour limit, from when I put her in the crate in my room to when she starts whining in the morning. So I doubt I won't be getting a wake-up by 7am.
Oh well. She's worth it.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Feelin' Good
Today was just such a great day. Or at least I'm in a great mood.
-Yesterday, I bought the Michael Buble CD I mentioned the other day. Or, I think I mentioned. Anyway. It's his first one (called "It's Time"), with such lovely songs as "You Don't Know Me," "The More I See You," "Save the Last Dance For Me," and "How Sweet It Is." Some of my favorites to belt out. (And I do.) I'm on such a Michael Buble kick lately. He's pretty great.
-I got out of Bible study a bit ago and we walked outside to find lots of hail on the ground. We had heard a noise a few minutes before that, but I figured it wasn't rain because we were in the basement and I would have been surprised that we could hear rain all the way down there. Well, I was surprised. But I was also very excited. Because it was pretty much the BEST STORM EVER. We haven't had many good storms here lately. Man, though, this one was great. Driving home I was barely even watching the road (luckily I drive home through neighborhoods that don't have much traffic), because I just kept watching all the lightening up in the clouds. So awesome. And very bizarre. It's probably because it's going to be cold tomorrow, so there are different...air currents and pressures and...whatever it is that causes that stuff. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. Anyway.
-Bible study was quite good as well. Some potentially exciting stuff going on. Yay for that. And to think I almost didn't go tonight. Silly me. (Also, I figured out probably more than halfway through, even though we had started pretty much where we finished last time, that there wasn't Bible study last week. Must have gone three weeks between them instead of the normal two. I was confused as to why there were two only a week apart...I guess I should read my emails more carefully. Haha. Good thing I didn't go last week, I would have been quite confused.)
-Um...what else...OH YEAH! I have the day off tomorrow! Today is the best kind of Friday, because it's only Thursday! And (I hope) I'm going to the zoo tomorrow with my sister and two very cute little boys, unless the weather is just too icky. A little icky, we can deal. And then, of course, Mass (for the reason that we have a day off tomorrow -- the Assumption).
-When I got home, a women's swimming race was just starting, and it was one that I guess the American girl wasn't supposed to win, but then she did and got a new world record (who isn't getting world records here, really?), and it was exciting. And Michael Phelps just swam again, a final, and got another gold, another world record. Amazing. (Well, at this point, it's just...expected. But I'll be sad if he doesn't get all golds.)
-Also: My average WPM seems to have increased a bit since last time I was doing online typing tests (which was awhile ago, I think). I'm close to an average of 100 WPM. So...that's...cool? I should probably become a closed captioner for a live TV show or something. Except I make too many mistakes to do that. Plus it's probably automated by this point, although I don't know how that would work, exactly...
-Oh, and don't forget to keep checking out Cake Wrecks! It continues to be updated, and continues to be hi-larious.
-Haha, so, ok, I write blog posts for the store's blog. Once a week, with occasional extras in there. I also read New Advent, as I've mentioned before. I hadn't checked it since...sometime yesterday, probably. I was just looking at the headlines, and wow, there's one I wrote! I've had a few go up there (our blog gets linked there fairly often), but it's always cool/intimidating when it happens. A lot of people go to New Advent. I want people to read our blog, because then maybe they'll go to the store if they haven't before or at least we'll get into their heads (mwahaha), but boy do I hate having people read stuff I write. Surprising, considering I have a (public) blog. It's good for me, though, to be writing stuff that has to be read by others. (Or, hopefully will be read by others.) Because, remember, I'm the girl with zero self-confidence. Hard for someone like that to be put in the spotlight, ever, for anything.
-Dangit, I had one more thing to write. I'll write about how biased the stupid gymnastics judges are in the Women's All-Around tonight (I know, I know, who cares. But you know what? I care. Even if it's just fleeting, and just a little bit, and just because it's the Olympics. Leave me alone). And, really, they have seemed to be with team finals and whatnot too, throughout. They're way marking down the Americans, and marking up the Chinese. Psh. Oh, good, I just accidentally saw the medal standings, and everything turns out ok in the end. (They still have one routine to go here in non-live time zone, and currently it's American, Chinese, American. But by the end I guess that Chinese will get out of the middle and go to the end. Well, I'm assuming. Maybe she has a huge mistake and someone else gets bronze. Either way, that's good. And now I don't have to be so nervous while watching this last rotation.)
-God is pretty amazing.
Well. Not sure why I turned that into a list, because I'm basically incapable of listing things without writing paragraphs for each item...which pretty much defeats the purpose. Oh well.
-Yesterday, I bought the Michael Buble CD I mentioned the other day. Or, I think I mentioned. Anyway. It's his first one (called "It's Time"), with such lovely songs as "You Don't Know Me," "The More I See You," "Save the Last Dance For Me," and "How Sweet It Is." Some of my favorites to belt out. (And I do.) I'm on such a Michael Buble kick lately. He's pretty great.
-I got out of Bible study a bit ago and we walked outside to find lots of hail on the ground. We had heard a noise a few minutes before that, but I figured it wasn't rain because we were in the basement and I would have been surprised that we could hear rain all the way down there. Well, I was surprised. But I was also very excited. Because it was pretty much the BEST STORM EVER. We haven't had many good storms here lately. Man, though, this one was great. Driving home I was barely even watching the road (luckily I drive home through neighborhoods that don't have much traffic), because I just kept watching all the lightening up in the clouds. So awesome. And very bizarre. It's probably because it's going to be cold tomorrow, so there are different...air currents and pressures and...whatever it is that causes that stuff. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. Anyway.
-Bible study was quite good as well. Some potentially exciting stuff going on. Yay for that. And to think I almost didn't go tonight. Silly me. (Also, I figured out probably more than halfway through, even though we had started pretty much where we finished last time, that there wasn't Bible study last week. Must have gone three weeks between them instead of the normal two. I was confused as to why there were two only a week apart...I guess I should read my emails more carefully. Haha. Good thing I didn't go last week, I would have been quite confused.)
-Um...what else...OH YEAH! I have the day off tomorrow! Today is the best kind of Friday, because it's only Thursday! And (I hope) I'm going to the zoo tomorrow with my sister and two very cute little boys, unless the weather is just too icky. A little icky, we can deal. And then, of course, Mass (for the reason that we have a day off tomorrow -- the Assumption).
-When I got home, a women's swimming race was just starting, and it was one that I guess the American girl wasn't supposed to win, but then she did and got a new world record (who isn't getting world records here, really?), and it was exciting. And Michael Phelps just swam again, a final, and got another gold, another world record. Amazing. (Well, at this point, it's just...expected. But I'll be sad if he doesn't get all golds.)
-Also: My average WPM seems to have increased a bit since last time I was doing online typing tests (which was awhile ago, I think). I'm close to an average of 100 WPM. So...that's...cool? I should probably become a closed captioner for a live TV show or something. Except I make too many mistakes to do that. Plus it's probably automated by this point, although I don't know how that would work, exactly...
-Oh, and don't forget to keep checking out Cake Wrecks! It continues to be updated, and continues to be hi-larious.
-Haha, so, ok, I write blog posts for the store's blog. Once a week, with occasional extras in there. I also read New Advent, as I've mentioned before. I hadn't checked it since...sometime yesterday, probably. I was just looking at the headlines, and wow, there's one I wrote! I've had a few go up there (our blog gets linked there fairly often), but it's always cool/intimidating when it happens. A lot of people go to New Advent. I want people to read our blog, because then maybe they'll go to the store if they haven't before or at least we'll get into their heads (mwahaha), but boy do I hate having people read stuff I write. Surprising, considering I have a (public) blog. It's good for me, though, to be writing stuff that has to be read by others. (Or, hopefully will be read by others.) Because, remember, I'm the girl with zero self-confidence. Hard for someone like that to be put in the spotlight, ever, for anything.
-Dangit, I had one more thing to write. I'll write about how biased the stupid gymnastics judges are in the Women's All-Around tonight (I know, I know, who cares. But you know what? I care. Even if it's just fleeting, and just a little bit, and just because it's the Olympics. Leave me alone). And, really, they have seemed to be with team finals and whatnot too, throughout. They're way marking down the Americans, and marking up the Chinese. Psh. Oh, good, I just accidentally saw the medal standings, and everything turns out ok in the end. (They still have one routine to go here in non-live time zone, and currently it's American, Chinese, American. But by the end I guess that Chinese will get out of the middle and go to the end. Well, I'm assuming. Maybe she has a huge mistake and someone else gets bronze. Either way, that's good. And now I don't have to be so nervous while watching this last rotation.)
-God is pretty amazing.
Well. Not sure why I turned that into a list, because I'm basically incapable of listing things without writing paragraphs for each item...which pretty much defeats the purpose. Oh well.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Time for a picture post
Warning: Some of the following may be boring and/or dominated by a certain puppy.
She eats with a spoon.
And she sits like a lady (ha).
I like sky pictures. And this one was too cool to pass up.
He's so good at walking now! He's so cute.
I went to middle school with this guy (the one in the blue, on the left).
Resting at the Renaissance Festival.
Aw. And she left me. For Oklahoma. :-(
She really likes to work hard for that food.
Graduating from puppy class. It was hard to get her to sit still and keep that cap on. Sorry I look weird.
At Dad's 50th, Jason with his girlfriend.
Jimmy is there too.
They are so cute together. They sat in the chair, we told them to smile, and this is what they did. Jason is such a boy. But a cute one.
Aw, sleeping puppy.
Another pretty sky picture I couldn't resist. I wish my neighbor's house wasn't in the way.
I love this puppy.
She wasn't cooperating with the photo shoot.
There's a spider there. The one from last night. Far too big for my liking. Ew.
She eats with a spoon.
And she sits like a lady (ha).
I like sky pictures. And this one was too cool to pass up.
He's so good at walking now! He's so cute.
I went to middle school with this guy (the one in the blue, on the left).
Resting at the Renaissance Festival.
Aw. And she left me. For Oklahoma. :-(
She really likes to work hard for that food.
Graduating from puppy class. It was hard to get her to sit still and keep that cap on. Sorry I look weird.
At Dad's 50th, Jason with his girlfriend.
Jimmy is there too.
They are so cute together. They sat in the chair, we told them to smile, and this is what they did. Jason is such a boy. But a cute one.
Aw, sleeping puppy.
Another pretty sky picture I couldn't resist. I wish my neighbor's house wasn't in the way.
I love this puppy.
She wasn't cooperating with the photo shoot.
There's a spider there. The one from last night. Far too big for my liking. Ew.Sorry to end with a spider picture...but it was the last one on my camera, and I like being chronological. I put lots more pictures on my picasa page. There are some new ones in the Summer 2008 folder, and the Hazel, Pikes Peak, and Dad's birthday albums are all new. Except I've probably put at least a few of those Hazel pictures on here (and other albums, too, but I wanted some all together), and obviously I put a bunch of those Pikes Peak ones on here. But there are more on there! Of course, most of them are probably exceedingly boring to anyone who's not me. Oh well.
It's a typo, right?
This can't be right. I was just looking at the 10 day forecast, and Friday has a high of 58. 58 degrees. Saturday is a high of 60.
This is the middle of August, isn't it? It's not September 12, or October 12? For some reason the other day I was thinking it was early September instead of early August, and I don't know why I was thinking that. But those temperatures definitely aren't August temperatures. I must be reading it wrong.
(I will admit, though -- I'm a little excited about that forecast. Cooler temperatures are always ok by me. And Friday is supposed to be cloudy, with thunderstorms and a 60% chance of precipitation. And I certainly won't argue with that.)
This is the middle of August, isn't it? It's not September 12, or October 12? For some reason the other day I was thinking it was early September instead of early August, and I don't know why I was thinking that. But those temperatures definitely aren't August temperatures. I must be reading it wrong.
(I will admit, though -- I'm a little excited about that forecast. Cooler temperatures are always ok by me. And Friday is supposed to be cloudy, with thunderstorms and a 60% chance of precipitation. And I certainly won't argue with that.)
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Long, boring, rambly, and Olympic-y
Ok, this is one reason why artificiality should not enter reproduction. How sad (and bizarre, and wrong) that the baby's biological father can't even take her right now.
I really wish that mountain time zones (and I suppose pacific time has this problem too) got the Olympics stuff at the same time as everyone else. I don't think anyone here would mind coverage starting at 6pm. They do it for football games and things like that, so why not this? It's annoying that half the country (more, really) sees all this stuff an hour before I do. Plus it's on late.
This would also not be a problem were I not somewhat obsessed and/or addicted to certain Olympic events. Like swimming. Oh, the swimming. But, alas. I am. Come on, it's once every four years. (Well, I also enjoy the winter Olympics, which means really it's once every two years. But still.) (Also, the new scoring in gymnastics is annoying. I like the days of x number of judges scoring out of 10, and those get averaged or whatever. This new way is confusing. Like the way they started doing scoring for figure skating in the last winter Olympics. I don't like it.)
I also don't like when my friends fall off the face of the earth. I have this one friend who was in France most of the summer, and then she came back and I tried getting in touch with her and eventually we managed to get together for coffee. That was...over two weeks ago, I think. She hasn't answered texts, facebook wall messages, or phone calls. Maybe she decided she hates me and this is her way of telling me. Or maybe she'll read this and call me (but I don't think she actually reads this). Hm...
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That all was written yesterday. And then I forgot to hit post. Oh well. (But funny story -- the friend I was talking about? She actually wrote on my Facebook today! Even though it's not because she saw the post or anything. So, weird. But yay to hear from her.) Michael Phelps is swimming again tonight. He has two finals tonight. He must be working harder than anyone else at the Olympics so far. I mean, it's like he has at least one race, and usually more than one what with prelims and all, every day. And he's amazing in them all. (Well, I haven't seen tonight's yet, so I guess I can't say for sure.)
I took Hazel for a walk after work today, as I would like to do every day (and really should have been doing every day already), and I wrote a haiku in my head. Let's see if I can remember it...
No, it's gone. How sad.
AmericanPapist is back! And he's got a good article up about modesty in church. It's an important but neglected topic, I think. It's hard to dress modestly. I know I haven't always dressed as I should. I probably still slip up sometimes. There's a line between dressing frumpy and dressing in a way that makes a person feel feminine and attractive. With a lot of clothes today, though, it seems like the only two options are frumpy or far too revealing. It's possible to find in-betweens, but it takes some work sometimes. Especially with skirts. And dresses. I mean, I don't like skirts (and dresses) to be at all above my knees, but even if they're made to be knee length for most people, they tend to be at least a bit above my knees. Oh well. I manage. But yeah. Sometimes I see women, in church or elsewhere, and it's just like, don't they realize how annoying it is to see that? And potentially harmful for some? Of course they don't. Because people don't care about that anymore. Modesty isn't important. Immodesty isn't bad. Let's all just run around in bikinis! Ok, sorry, rant over.
In less serious news, I just saw a large gross spider on the floor. Similar to that disgustingly large one I saw last summer (I hope that link works), and remember that's a softball next to the spider, but this one was a tad smaller. And this time my dad was home to kill it for me, although I easily could have gotten this one. But ew. What is up with spiders being around me? I guess it hasn't been that bad though, really. None on my person in a few months, so that's a plus, right?
Ok, I know I've been talking a lot about the Olympics and swimming and Michael Phelps and whatnot, but geeze. I just saw his...fifth? race, which was a 4x200 relay freestyle, and the American team beat the previous world record by 5 seconds, and got gold. The silver team was about five seconds behind the Americans. Michael Phelps started and by the end of his 200 there was no question. It was great. So in all five of his races so far, he's gotten gold, and beaten the previous world record. It's really just crazy and amazing. I mean, with the two relays he's done, obviously it's not all him, but still. Say what you want about him, or swimming, or the Olympics, but that's just really amazing. He's now the most decorated or most winningest or most awesome (haha) Olympian ever, with 11 golds I think. Here's hoping for three more this year. (Even if he is a Michigan grad. Boo Michigan. But their athletes barely even attend school, so I guess it's ok. Haha. It's not like he played football for them, because then I really wouldn't be able to like him. Hm. I wonder if he attended football games at Michigan. When I went to the Michigan-ND game last year up at Michigan I could have been all fan-girl and looked for him. Except I rarely remember that he was going there. And I wouldn't have done that anyway.) Man that Michigan game was depressing. Sigh. But singing in the car afterward and on the way home was lots of fun.
Anyway.
One more thing: My puppy is so adorable. And so so soft. I can't even stand it.
I really wish that mountain time zones (and I suppose pacific time has this problem too) got the Olympics stuff at the same time as everyone else. I don't think anyone here would mind coverage starting at 6pm. They do it for football games and things like that, so why not this? It's annoying that half the country (more, really) sees all this stuff an hour before I do. Plus it's on late.
This would also not be a problem were I not somewhat obsessed and/or addicted to certain Olympic events. Like swimming. Oh, the swimming. But, alas. I am. Come on, it's once every four years. (Well, I also enjoy the winter Olympics, which means really it's once every two years. But still.) (Also, the new scoring in gymnastics is annoying. I like the days of x number of judges scoring out of 10, and those get averaged or whatever. This new way is confusing. Like the way they started doing scoring for figure skating in the last winter Olympics. I don't like it.)
I also don't like when my friends fall off the face of the earth. I have this one friend who was in France most of the summer, and then she came back and I tried getting in touch with her and eventually we managed to get together for coffee. That was...over two weeks ago, I think. She hasn't answered texts, facebook wall messages, or phone calls. Maybe she decided she hates me and this is her way of telling me. Or maybe she'll read this and call me (but I don't think she actually reads this). Hm...
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That all was written yesterday. And then I forgot to hit post. Oh well. (But funny story -- the friend I was talking about? She actually wrote on my Facebook today! Even though it's not because she saw the post or anything. So, weird. But yay to hear from her.) Michael Phelps is swimming again tonight. He has two finals tonight. He must be working harder than anyone else at the Olympics so far. I mean, it's like he has at least one race, and usually more than one what with prelims and all, every day. And he's amazing in them all. (Well, I haven't seen tonight's yet, so I guess I can't say for sure.)
I took Hazel for a walk after work today, as I would like to do every day (and really should have been doing every day already), and I wrote a haiku in my head. Let's see if I can remember it...
No, it's gone. How sad.
AmericanPapist is back! And he's got a good article up about modesty in church. It's an important but neglected topic, I think. It's hard to dress modestly. I know I haven't always dressed as I should. I probably still slip up sometimes. There's a line between dressing frumpy and dressing in a way that makes a person feel feminine and attractive. With a lot of clothes today, though, it seems like the only two options are frumpy or far too revealing. It's possible to find in-betweens, but it takes some work sometimes. Especially with skirts. And dresses. I mean, I don't like skirts (and dresses) to be at all above my knees, but even if they're made to be knee length for most people, they tend to be at least a bit above my knees. Oh well. I manage. But yeah. Sometimes I see women, in church or elsewhere, and it's just like, don't they realize how annoying it is to see that? And potentially harmful for some? Of course they don't. Because people don't care about that anymore. Modesty isn't important. Immodesty isn't bad. Let's all just run around in bikinis! Ok, sorry, rant over.
In less serious news, I just saw a large gross spider on the floor. Similar to that disgustingly large one I saw last summer (I hope that link works), and remember that's a softball next to the spider, but this one was a tad smaller. And this time my dad was home to kill it for me, although I easily could have gotten this one. But ew. What is up with spiders being around me? I guess it hasn't been that bad though, really. None on my person in a few months, so that's a plus, right?
Ok, I know I've been talking a lot about the Olympics and swimming and Michael Phelps and whatnot, but geeze. I just saw his...fifth? race, which was a 4x200 relay freestyle, and the American team beat the previous world record by 5 seconds, and got gold. The silver team was about five seconds behind the Americans. Michael Phelps started and by the end of his 200 there was no question. It was great. So in all five of his races so far, he's gotten gold, and beaten the previous world record. It's really just crazy and amazing. I mean, with the two relays he's done, obviously it's not all him, but still. Say what you want about him, or swimming, or the Olympics, but that's just really amazing. He's now the most decorated or most winningest or most awesome (haha) Olympian ever, with 11 golds I think. Here's hoping for three more this year. (Even if he is a Michigan grad. Boo Michigan. But their athletes barely even attend school, so I guess it's ok. Haha. It's not like he played football for them, because then I really wouldn't be able to like him. Hm. I wonder if he attended football games at Michigan. When I went to the Michigan-ND game last year up at Michigan I could have been all fan-girl and looked for him. Except I rarely remember that he was going there. And I wouldn't have done that anyway.) Man that Michigan game was depressing. Sigh. But singing in the car afterward and on the way home was lots of fun.
Anyway.
One more thing: My puppy is so adorable. And so so soft. I can't even stand it.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Waiting for the race...
I bought this book yesterday. I'm pretty excited to read it. Although, now I see that it was written in 2002 and before she was declared a saint. But that's ok. Her life story was the same before she was canonized.
I was just told to stay up to watch a particular swimming race which will be on in slightly less than an hour, by a friend who gets the "live" stuff an hour earlier than us suckers in mountain time do (because we never get anything live, unless it's in California or local). I would have stayed up anyway (it's a relay with Michael Phelps), but now I'm pretty excited. I'll make sure to update you all. Because...you can't find out elsewhere, of course.
Arbor Mist is so good. Mm mm mmm.
The Office season 5 starts September 25. I have no choice but to buy season 4 when it comes out so that my parents can get caught up in time for the season premiere. Assuming we get through the rest of season three in time...I think we have two more disks, so I guess hopefully we'll get them from Netflix in time. I might have to adjust the queue to make sure that happens though.
About ten minutes left until the race that I'm waiting for. I hope it's good. With a good result. Julie (who told me initially that I had to watch it) said that I shouldn't check NDnation or facebook until after I watch it. So something big must have happened. And probably good.
Ok, dude. Wow. That was amazing. It was the 400m freestyle relay, men's, and the French were heavily favored although the Americans got a world record in the semifinals today or last night or something (but that was the stand-ins, not the main four who swam it just now). The French were also very much trash talking the Americans, both before and after the semis. So they deserved some whupping. And they got it. Stupid French. They had a pretty good lead for the last 100 meters, and then in the last 50 the last leg American started closing the gap even though it seemed improbable...and then touched .08 seconds before the French guy! So the Americans won gold! It was awesome. Hahahaha. Oh, and it was like what, 4 seconds over the previous world record. (Sweden finished 5th and still was under the previous world record.) So great. They were saying that it was one of the best relays ever. Of course, this coming from the probably somewhat biased American commentators. But still. Amazing.
And of course NBC ruins a perfectly good end of broadcast after the medal ceremony complete with the Star Spangled Banner (because we got gold!) with that stupid "Time of my life" song again. Why, NBC, why? Oh well. Maybe I should stop watching the last two minutes of broadcast, if ever I'm watching at that point. Then I won't have to hear it.
And now I should go to bed. But that was so worth staying up for. Go America!
I was just told to stay up to watch a particular swimming race which will be on in slightly less than an hour, by a friend who gets the "live" stuff an hour earlier than us suckers in mountain time do (because we never get anything live, unless it's in California or local). I would have stayed up anyway (it's a relay with Michael Phelps), but now I'm pretty excited. I'll make sure to update you all. Because...you can't find out elsewhere, of course.
Arbor Mist is so good. Mm mm mmm.
The Office season 5 starts September 25. I have no choice but to buy season 4 when it comes out so that my parents can get caught up in time for the season premiere. Assuming we get through the rest of season three in time...I think we have two more disks, so I guess hopefully we'll get them from Netflix in time. I might have to adjust the queue to make sure that happens though.
About ten minutes left until the race that I'm waiting for. I hope it's good. With a good result. Julie (who told me initially that I had to watch it) said that I shouldn't check NDnation or facebook until after I watch it. So something big must have happened. And probably good.
Ok, dude. Wow. That was amazing. It was the 400m freestyle relay, men's, and the French were heavily favored although the Americans got a world record in the semifinals today or last night or something (but that was the stand-ins, not the main four who swam it just now). The French were also very much trash talking the Americans, both before and after the semis. So they deserved some whupping. And they got it. Stupid French. They had a pretty good lead for the last 100 meters, and then in the last 50 the last leg American started closing the gap even though it seemed improbable...and then touched .08 seconds before the French guy! So the Americans won gold! It was awesome. Hahahaha. Oh, and it was like what, 4 seconds over the previous world record. (Sweden finished 5th and still was under the previous world record.) So great. They were saying that it was one of the best relays ever. Of course, this coming from the probably somewhat biased American commentators. But still. Amazing.
And of course NBC ruins a perfectly good end of broadcast after the medal ceremony complete with the Star Spangled Banner (because we got gold!) with that stupid "Time of my life" song again. Why, NBC, why? Oh well. Maybe I should stop watching the last two minutes of broadcast, if ever I'm watching at that point. Then I won't have to hear it.
And now I should go to bed. But that was so worth staying up for. Go America!
I am le tired
Why the heck am I writing a post at 12:10am? I have to get up early for Mass tomorrow. Bad idea. I just need to unwind for a minute.
We had a party tonight for my dad. A surprise party. Today is (was) his 50th birthday. He's 50. (My parents are both 50 now. Weird.) So my mom threw what ended up being a pretty fantastic party. Good size. Good people. My dad's older sister actually came in to surprise him extra (she lives in Massachusetts, but is actually in Vegas this week and she figured it was so close, so it worked out well. And it was great that she could come! We hadn't seen her in...probably 5 years, I think, which happens to be the worst part about living in Colorado -- being so far away from all of our extended family), and one of his old high school friends who lives up in Fort Collins now came down, and lots of other people, some we (I) hadn't seen in awhile, some we had, etc. Good times. Exhausting as being around all those people can be. It was pretty fun. Hazel was...ok. She's teething though, so I think that complicates things slightly. Very into chewing, even considering she is always into chewing.
But oh! She graduated from puppy class today. I have a picture I'll have to upload tomorrow or some later date. I'm in it so it's not as cute as it could be, but someone had to hold the cap on her head.
No football or Olympics-watching tonight, sadly. But that's ok. This was far better (obviously). And I have seven more chances to watch Michael Phelps swim. And...at least one more to see Dara Torres, I think. Maybe two or three. I don't really know.
Oh, also, yesterday while driving I noticed that a track (one of my favorites) on the Michael Buble CD I have (one of them) is starting to skip. I've worn it out. I'm not sure what happened to the original -- this particular CD is one I burned from my computer, with the songs from both one of his live CDs as well as his debut CD (the song that's skipping is from the debut CD). Thing is, I don't know where I got that debut CD. It's not on my laptop, and I seem to remember sometime fairly recently trying to listen to it on my old laptop and not finding it anywhere. I don't know if or when I had the original, so I don't know where I got it from. But I'm thinking that this means I have to go buy that CD now. Because it's too fantastic not to have. Particularly that song. CD CD CD CD CD CD. There. I didn't think I had said that enough yet.
Aw man I just saw that not only did Michael Phelps win a gold, he set another world record. And I missed it. Darn, that's always exciting.
Ok enough unwinding here. Wake-up call in six hours. Hm.
We had a party tonight for my dad. A surprise party. Today is (was) his 50th birthday. He's 50. (My parents are both 50 now. Weird.) So my mom threw what ended up being a pretty fantastic party. Good size. Good people. My dad's older sister actually came in to surprise him extra (she lives in Massachusetts, but is actually in Vegas this week and she figured it was so close, so it worked out well. And it was great that she could come! We hadn't seen her in...probably 5 years, I think, which happens to be the worst part about living in Colorado -- being so far away from all of our extended family), and one of his old high school friends who lives up in Fort Collins now came down, and lots of other people, some we (I) hadn't seen in awhile, some we had, etc. Good times. Exhausting as being around all those people can be. It was pretty fun. Hazel was...ok. She's teething though, so I think that complicates things slightly. Very into chewing, even considering she is always into chewing.
But oh! She graduated from puppy class today. I have a picture I'll have to upload tomorrow or some later date. I'm in it so it's not as cute as it could be, but someone had to hold the cap on her head.
No football or Olympics-watching tonight, sadly. But that's ok. This was far better (obviously). And I have seven more chances to watch Michael Phelps swim. And...at least one more to see Dara Torres, I think. Maybe two or three. I don't really know.
Oh, also, yesterday while driving I noticed that a track (one of my favorites) on the Michael Buble CD I have (one of them) is starting to skip. I've worn it out. I'm not sure what happened to the original -- this particular CD is one I burned from my computer, with the songs from both one of his live CDs as well as his debut CD (the song that's skipping is from the debut CD). Thing is, I don't know where I got that debut CD. It's not on my laptop, and I seem to remember sometime fairly recently trying to listen to it on my old laptop and not finding it anywhere. I don't know if or when I had the original, so I don't know where I got it from. But I'm thinking that this means I have to go buy that CD now. Because it's too fantastic not to have. Particularly that song. CD CD CD CD CD CD. There. I didn't think I had said that enough yet.
Aw man I just saw that not only did Michael Phelps win a gold, he set another world record. And I missed it. Darn, that's always exciting.
Ok enough unwinding here. Wake-up call in six hours. Hm.
Saturday, August 09, 2008
Dear NBC
When showing the medal ceremony for the women's individual fencing, which America swept, it was nice of you to point out where the bronze medalist is currently going to school, and that the silver medalist is a Yale graduate, but it sure would have been nice if you had pointed out that the gold medalist went to Notre Dame. But you know, whatever.
Friday, August 08, 2008
Olympic-licious.
I'm watching the opening ceremony for the Olympics right now (which, honestly, seems like far too long of a "look how cool we are" show. But whatever), and man those Chinese are ridiculously precise with this stuff. But they probably get shot if they mess up, so they have no choice.
Ok I'm kidding.
I hope.
Last Sunday at the Renaissance Festival I got these delicious cinnamon roasted almonds. Man they're so good.
Lately I've been having staring contests with Hazel a lot. I'm not sure who wins. Usually I end up laughing because she's just so darned cute and I can't stand it.
Way to ruin the entire ceremony, NBC, by playing that stupid "Time of my life" song at the very end of the thing while recapping the coolest scenes. American Idol winner songs = yuck. NBC doesn't do sports very well. (Case in point: ND home games. Awful. Not looking forward to the fact that almost every single ND home game that I'll be watching for the rest of my life will be NBC-produced. Until the contract ends and doesn't get renewed, if that ever happens. And if it does, it probably means that I'll be watching a lot fewer games, because who knows if most of them will be broadcast on TV. I guess I shouldn't complain too much. Although, really, those TV timeouts are awful. Way too long. Ok I'm done.)
Ok I'm kidding.
I hope.
Last Sunday at the Renaissance Festival I got these delicious cinnamon roasted almonds. Man they're so good.
Lately I've been having staring contests with Hazel a lot. I'm not sure who wins. Usually I end up laughing because she's just so darned cute and I can't stand it.
Way to ruin the entire ceremony, NBC, by playing that stupid "Time of my life" song at the very end of the thing while recapping the coolest scenes. American Idol winner songs = yuck. NBC doesn't do sports very well. (Case in point: ND home games. Awful. Not looking forward to the fact that almost every single ND home game that I'll be watching for the rest of my life will be NBC-produced. Until the contract ends and doesn't get renewed, if that ever happens. And if it does, it probably means that I'll be watching a lot fewer games, because who knows if most of them will be broadcast on TV. I guess I shouldn't complain too much. Although, really, those TV timeouts are awful. Way too long. Ok I'm done.)
Thursday, August 07, 2008
I think rainy weather makes me laugh more
I've been feeling rather loopy today. Laughing really hard at things that aren't that funny...but I sort of love it when that happens.
Someone posted a link to this blog, and it's far more amusing than it probably should be. But man. Some of those cakes are awful, and some of the blog writer's comments are hilarious. This one really made me chuckle. And this one. And the first one. Oh gosh. Laughing is so good.
That blog linked to another blog which is also quite amusing -- The "Blog" of "Unnecessary" Quotation Marks. Not quite as laugh-inducing, but funny enough (seriously, how do people misuse quotation marks so often? Same way they misuse grammar, and spelling, and punctuation marks, I suppose. Although with spelling and grammar, it's not so much misuse as...completely ignore). Reminds me of this sign that the housekeepers had put up in a friend's dorm junior year (if not other years, too). Something like Please put "all" trash in the outside "dumpsters". Or maybe "Please" put your "trash" in the dumpsters. Something weird like that. Weird, but so funny.
Oh, and have I mentioned how nice it is to be able to watch embedded videos again?
Also: It's been raining or drizzling for more than 24 hours now, pretty much continuously. I forgot how much I love overcast, non-sunny days. (300 days of sun a year. Psh. Who wants that? Far too excessive if you ask me. Which no one does.)
I just learned a new word: demonym. Mine would be Coloradan. Or American. Or...Colorado Springian? Or Earthian? Yeah.
Anyway. Is tomorrow Friday? Weird. Today could have been Friday, but now that it's almost Friday, it doesn't feel like Friday. Should I say Friday a few more times? I like Fridays. Fridays are good. Yay Fridays. Oooh I feel a Haiku coming on...
Fridays are good fun.
Things get goofy everywhere.
And then we are free.
Wow that was awful. Guess my Haiku-writing skills aren't the greatest when I'm tired...but then, what is?
Why are weekends so short, and always so busy? I want to go to Garden of the Gods. Know how many times I've been there in the last five or so years (probably even longer)? Once. Ok, twice if you count that time I went with Tom when he wanted to do some painting there. But seriously. There's this gorgeous place, pretty easy access, and I never go. Maybe I should just commit myself to going on Saturday morning, no matter what. I think I might. Hazel would certainly enjoy it. I went hiking around the park last year with my friend Cathy (who has recently departed from Colorado for the wide open plains of Oklahoma (yeah, I know) thanks to a job offer she received. Good opportunity for Cathy, bad for Susie who is sad her friend has moved away. Not just gone somewhere temporarily, like college, but actually left. For who knows how long, if not forever. My best, dependable friend who was still in town. Now she's not), and it was so nice. Nothing too strenuous (no gaining 7000+ feet in elevation over 13 miles), but some nice views. Also a few more people and cars and city than I'd like to see, but not much I can do about that. Anyway. I should do that.
But before I do that, I think I'll go to bed.
Someone posted a link to this blog, and it's far more amusing than it probably should be. But man. Some of those cakes are awful, and some of the blog writer's comments are hilarious. This one really made me chuckle. And this one. And the first one. Oh gosh. Laughing is so good.
That blog linked to another blog which is also quite amusing -- The "Blog" of "Unnecessary" Quotation Marks. Not quite as laugh-inducing, but funny enough (seriously, how do people misuse quotation marks so often? Same way they misuse grammar, and spelling, and punctuation marks, I suppose. Although with spelling and grammar, it's not so much misuse as...completely ignore). Reminds me of this sign that the housekeepers had put up in a friend's dorm junior year (if not other years, too). Something like Please put "all" trash in the outside "dumpsters". Or maybe "Please" put your "trash" in the dumpsters. Something weird like that. Weird, but so funny.
Oh, and have I mentioned how nice it is to be able to watch embedded videos again?
Also: It's been raining or drizzling for more than 24 hours now, pretty much continuously. I forgot how much I love overcast, non-sunny days. (300 days of sun a year. Psh. Who wants that? Far too excessive if you ask me. Which no one does.)
I just learned a new word: demonym. Mine would be Coloradan. Or American. Or...Colorado Springian? Or Earthian? Yeah.
Anyway. Is tomorrow Friday? Weird. Today could have been Friday, but now that it's almost Friday, it doesn't feel like Friday. Should I say Friday a few more times? I like Fridays. Fridays are good. Yay Fridays. Oooh I feel a Haiku coming on...
Fridays are good fun.
Things get goofy everywhere.
And then we are free.
Wow that was awful. Guess my Haiku-writing skills aren't the greatest when I'm tired...but then, what is?
Why are weekends so short, and always so busy? I want to go to Garden of the Gods. Know how many times I've been there in the last five or so years (probably even longer)? Once. Ok, twice if you count that time I went with Tom when he wanted to do some painting there. But seriously. There's this gorgeous place, pretty easy access, and I never go. Maybe I should just commit myself to going on Saturday morning, no matter what. I think I might. Hazel would certainly enjoy it. I went hiking around the park last year with my friend Cathy (who has recently departed from Colorado for the wide open plains of Oklahoma (yeah, I know) thanks to a job offer she received. Good opportunity for Cathy, bad for Susie who is sad her friend has moved away. Not just gone somewhere temporarily, like college, but actually left. For who knows how long, if not forever. My best, dependable friend who was still in town. Now she's not), and it was so nice. Nothing too strenuous (no gaining 7000+ feet in elevation over 13 miles), but some nice views. Also a few more people and cars and city than I'd like to see, but not much I can do about that. Anyway. I should do that.
But before I do that, I think I'll go to bed.
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Is the week over yet?
Man this week seems like it's been long already. Probably doesn't help that today was sort of...blah. I mean, not entirely, but it was destined to be not the greatest day because I didn't have a sip of coffee until 11am. I wasn't feeling up to coffee when I woke up this morning (lately I can barely make myself eat a small bowl of cheerios. Not sure what that's about), then none of the travel mugs were clean and I didn't have time to clean them, so I was just going to bring a regular mug to work thinking someone would probably make coffee (happens most Wednesdays, and other days). But then I forgot that. Luckily for me we had our weekly Wednesday marketing meeting today, so I got some starbucks at 11, but yeah. Didn't make the morning much fun.
Oh and then driving to work I hit practically every light red and got stuck behind a big truck when I was trying to turn right onto Academy. It felt like I sat there for five minutes (although it certainly wasn't that long) before he finally decided there was enough space for him to turn. Driving home and back at lunch I was hitting a lot of red lights, too. Normally it's not that bad. Today just wasn't my day, I guess.
But it's raining and stormy now. Can't complain about that. Night storms are the best. And rain at night is lovely.
Also lovely? I've recently rediscovered my fondness for tea. I go on occasional tea kicks every once in awhile (but when I do, I'm picky about what and how), and a few nights ago I was going to make myself hot chocolate (yes, I drink hot chocolate year-round, even in the hottest part of the summer), but then randomly decided tea sounded better. And it was. Mmm. Vanilla chai. The only problem is it's always so hot for so long after I make it, and I have to wait awhile before I can drink it. I made some tea tonight and tried boiling the water a little less, but it's hard to get hot enough without making it too hot. Oh well. The good thing about being too hot? It'll always cool down eventually.
It's weird to think that the unofficial summer is almost over. People will be going back to school in the next few weeks, depending on start dates. I'm not sure when ND starts this year, but I'm guessing it's less than three weeks from now. And as for me, three weeks from now? I'll still be here. I'm not necessarily sad about it, but it's weird. (At the same time, though, I'll be back in four weeks, so...yeah.) Anyway though, it's already August, and summer's starting to wind down. Crazy.
Oh my goodness I have the cutest puppy ever. Crazy and hyper though she may be, she's so great. Aw.
Confession: I haven't checked scores of Red Sox games in...a very long time. Not sure why, but I just don't care much right now/anymore (haven't decided which). Maybe it's good that football season is relatively short. Always keeps me wanting more. Haha. (Speaking of which -- preseason has started, which means regular season isn't far behind! My brother IMed me tonight and asked if I was going to do fantasy football again this year, like I had last year. At first I was like, dude, it's too early to be thinking about that! But you know what? It's not. Because it's already well into August. And that's weird. Aaaannnnd...see above paragraph.)
My bed is calling. Loudly. And I'm going to listen.
Oh and then driving to work I hit practically every light red and got stuck behind a big truck when I was trying to turn right onto Academy. It felt like I sat there for five minutes (although it certainly wasn't that long) before he finally decided there was enough space for him to turn. Driving home and back at lunch I was hitting a lot of red lights, too. Normally it's not that bad. Today just wasn't my day, I guess.
But it's raining and stormy now. Can't complain about that. Night storms are the best. And rain at night is lovely.
Also lovely? I've recently rediscovered my fondness for tea. I go on occasional tea kicks every once in awhile (but when I do, I'm picky about what and how), and a few nights ago I was going to make myself hot chocolate (yes, I drink hot chocolate year-round, even in the hottest part of the summer), but then randomly decided tea sounded better. And it was. Mmm. Vanilla chai. The only problem is it's always so hot for so long after I make it, and I have to wait awhile before I can drink it. I made some tea tonight and tried boiling the water a little less, but it's hard to get hot enough without making it too hot. Oh well. The good thing about being too hot? It'll always cool down eventually.
It's weird to think that the unofficial summer is almost over. People will be going back to school in the next few weeks, depending on start dates. I'm not sure when ND starts this year, but I'm guessing it's less than three weeks from now. And as for me, three weeks from now? I'll still be here. I'm not necessarily sad about it, but it's weird. (At the same time, though, I'll be back in four weeks, so...yeah.) Anyway though, it's already August, and summer's starting to wind down. Crazy.
Oh my goodness I have the cutest puppy ever. Crazy and hyper though she may be, she's so great. Aw.
Confession: I haven't checked scores of Red Sox games in...a very long time. Not sure why, but I just don't care much right now/anymore (haven't decided which). Maybe it's good that football season is relatively short. Always keeps me wanting more. Haha. (Speaking of which -- preseason has started, which means regular season isn't far behind! My brother IMed me tonight and asked if I was going to do fantasy football again this year, like I had last year. At first I was like, dude, it's too early to be thinking about that! But you know what? It's not. Because it's already well into August. And that's weird. Aaaannnnd...see above paragraph.)
My bed is calling. Loudly. And I'm going to listen.
So worth it
Plane tickets: bought.
Susie: excited.
Yay.
Notre Dame: here I come. Except...as an alum...not a student...weird...
Man, we'd better win that game. I've seen us lose too many times in that stadium...
But at the very least, whatever happens, I'll be watching with friends! Great friends. Yay!
Susie: excited.
Yay.
Notre Dame: here I come. Except...as an alum...not a student...weird...
Man, we'd better win that game. I've seen us lose too many times in that stadium...
But at the very least, whatever happens, I'll be watching with friends! Great friends. Yay!
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Check this out
Ok, so sometimes procrastination pays off.
I put those flights on hold last night (I think I mentioned that), for the ND trip in September. (All goes well, one month from this moment I'll be...well, I'll be in Chicago. But close to ND, and with Julie!) Total was a bit more than it had been previously, I think it was $252 when I reserved the flight and price and such. I couldn't do it tonight. Chickened out (more accurately, I keep forgetting to make sure I can take that Friday off. Don't know why I wouldn't, but I want to make sure everything is kosher before I drop $200 on plane tickets). Cancelled the reservation so I could start over and have another 24 hours. Went through the thing, get to the page where I buy or put on hold, and look, the total price is $199! It's amazing! I keep thinking there's something weird there, I must have done something wrong, but it's the same flight numbers as I had, same everything. Fluctuations'll do that, I guess. Anyway. Tomorrow I will be requesting the time off, and tomorrow night by midnight, I'll definitely be heading to ND! Woohoo!
Here's hoping things go well tomorrow...
I put those flights on hold last night (I think I mentioned that), for the ND trip in September. (All goes well, one month from this moment I'll be...well, I'll be in Chicago. But close to ND, and with Julie!) Total was a bit more than it had been previously, I think it was $252 when I reserved the flight and price and such. I couldn't do it tonight. Chickened out (more accurately, I keep forgetting to make sure I can take that Friday off. Don't know why I wouldn't, but I want to make sure everything is kosher before I drop $200 on plane tickets). Cancelled the reservation so I could start over and have another 24 hours. Went through the thing, get to the page where I buy or put on hold, and look, the total price is $199! It's amazing! I keep thinking there's something weird there, I must have done something wrong, but it's the same flight numbers as I had, same everything. Fluctuations'll do that, I guess. Anyway. Tomorrow I will be requesting the time off, and tomorrow night by midnight, I'll definitely be heading to ND! Woohoo!
Here's hoping things go well tomorrow...
Monday, August 04, 2008
Best in Show. Great movie.
"We met at Starbucks. Not at the same Starbucks, but we saw each other at different Starbucks across the street from each other."
"I remember what I was drinking when I met you. It was a grande espresso."
"That's right. And I thought that was really sexy."
"I remember what I was drinking when I met you. It was a grande espresso."
"That's right. And I thought that was really sexy."
Friday, August 01, 2008
Speaking of ND
Before I go to bed (yes, bed. I didn't sleep well last night and there's nothing to do now so why not go to bed soon?), I need to ask a question. No one will respond, I'm sure, but whatever.
For booking a flight to go out to ND in September, should I:
A) fly out at 6pm(ish) Thursday evening from Denver, necessitating leaving work 3 hours early, but then having Thursday night and all of Friday to see Chicago and Julie, or...
B) fly out at 8am(ish) Friday morning from Denver, necessitating an early wake-up but only one day of work skipped, not getting into Chicago until 11 or so and not having as much time to spend there.
I'm leaning toward A. I should probably just do it, because it's what I'd rather do. I'm not going out there to sightsee Chicago, but if I can, why not?
I really just need to bite the bullet and pick one here soon. There's no guarantee that $200 flight will sit there much longer. Why oh why am I incapable of making decisions? If I wait long enough, a decision will be made for me, but most definitely not the one I want.
Ah, well, hopefully one more day won't hurt anything. I hope. Hope hope.
For booking a flight to go out to ND in September, should I:
A) fly out at 6pm(ish) Thursday evening from Denver, necessitating leaving work 3 hours early, but then having Thursday night and all of Friday to see Chicago and Julie, or...
B) fly out at 8am(ish) Friday morning from Denver, necessitating an early wake-up but only one day of work skipped, not getting into Chicago until 11 or so and not having as much time to spend there.
I'm leaning toward A. I should probably just do it, because it's what I'd rather do. I'm not going out there to sightsee Chicago, but if I can, why not?
I really just need to bite the bullet and pick one here soon. There's no guarantee that $200 flight will sit there much longer. Why oh why am I incapable of making decisions? If I wait long enough, a decision will be made for me, but most definitely not the one I want.
Ah, well, hopefully one more day won't hurt anything. I hope. Hope hope.
I'm a bad ND grad.
Know why? Because I will never make tons of money. I will never be rich. I'm ok with that, but apparently people who graduate from Notre Dame are supposed to be rich.
Oh well.
Oh well.
Oh dear mind of mine...
Please please please turn off so I can get some sleep. I was in bed and at least almost asleep by 9:30, 9:45 tonight. Looking forward to getting a full night's worth of sleep. Was woken up at 11 by my puppy deciding she was too bored to be asleep, or something, and after taking her outside where she didn't go to the bathroom but decided it'd be more fun to sniff every inch of the backyard, I haven't been able to fall asleep again. It's quite frustrating. I'm tired, but I'm just not feeling sleep for some reason. Sigh. And I have a feeling Hazel will wake me up at 4:30 or 5 again as she has pretty much every morning this week. I don't know what's up with her. I think I know what's up with me, but I just don't know how to flip the switch so I can fall asleep. But maybe I'm close. I sure hope so, because it'll be 1:30 before I know it, and then I'll only have five hours to sleep (instead of the nine I was hoping to get).
Sigh.
Sigh.
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