Not a great way to start the day. But not the worst way either.
I had a pretty productive night.
Completed my grad school app, it’s ready for the post office.
Worked on my closet, hanging clothes, tossing old things that I dont need.
Watched the Thunder stop Denver.
Read a little.
it was joyous.
But I’d love a cuppa joe.
Lot’s of stuff to talk about but need to get to the office. It’s the last day there this week as they’re closed for Good Friday. I also get a facial today! Huzzuah!!!! Fresh skin! I can’t wait to tell you all about it!
It’s April 19th. Even though I saw the date this morning while rushing around getting ready to go in early to Job 2, it wasn’t until I was in the office and Caro was reading her FB news feed and said something about it that I thought:
It’s April 19th.
Here’s 10 things I immediately thought of.
1. I was asleep in my dorm room when my husband to be (we’d be married in about three weeks) called and said, “are you watching tv.” I was not watching tv. My roomie and I had been up late working on our English papers, running out of ink cartridges for the printer. Trying to dissect poetry. Drinking coffee. It was finals week.
2. We turned on the tv and sat. Stunned. Stumbling around trying to get to class.
3. Someone called in a bomb threat to the World Thought and or PEST (Political Economical Systems and Thories…totally justified in a bomb threat PREVIOUSLY to 4/19)final. That went over about as well as a fart in a car. The campus went on lockdown.
4. My mom called late that night. We had a family friend missing. She was a person from BatShitCrazyTown. She dated my BonusDad’s brother in high school. I waited on her lot’s of times at the little family diner I worked at through high school. many many connections. She was one of the two bodies remaining that had to be gathered after the building was imploded.
5. There was an amazing amount of news. The babies. The mommas. The rescue workers. President Clinton came here. Katie Couric and Tom Brokaw did too. This image…forever burned into my brain, like so many others too painful to forget. . . I never went down there to see it. I was scared to.
I still feel guilty for not going down there...i don't know why.
6. The memorial is beautiful. I’ve never been through the museum. But every year the Race For The Cure runs right past the gates of time.
It really is beautiful.
7. It took me several trips to NYC before I could go through the church that holds all of their memorabilia. The first thing I saw upon entering though was this:
I saw it and immediately started the ugly cry
8. I remember spending a whole week of shows in Terra Haute, Indiana while on tour with Bridgework Theatre Company. We loved it. Comfort Suites. One load in, a weeks’ worth of shows, one load out. Terre Haute would be the final destination for Timothy McVey. It’s gross to me, now.
my roomate is running the half this year!
9. Our Memorial Marathon has grown to over 19,000 participants and has been called one of the “12 Must Run Marathons” by Runner’s World Magazine. I cheer yearly. On my same corner. And every year I cry. And I salute. And I am inspired and I am made so proud. Here are a few words of others…testamonials on Why Do You Run. Do yourself a favor. Click over and read one or two snippets.
10. Speaking of marathons…my friend Rachel Martin competed in the Boston Marathon and finished in 3:39:33. She’s freakin awesome and amazing and I’m SO PROUD to know her!
He was. Truly. If you get the chance to catch any of his performance series…puhleeeeeeese go. PLEASE. Do yourself a favor. GO. prepare to laugh till you ache.
Trish and I stood in line for an hour and a half to get our books signed. It was totally worth it.
and home to check the mail…the mail that told me there was a hold on my bank account. So. I just got finished with two hours of running around the city dealing with an accounting screw up from Job 2. I was paid on a bank account that no longer exists. It’s a mistake. Lots of phones calls and research and then back in the office at Job 2 where the accounting person who made the mistake is going to correct it.
However, instead of an “I’m sorry this happened, I’ll cut the check asap” I got attitude. Shitty shitty attitude. As if it were MY fault.
I do not think this was a purposeful act of malicious intent. I think it was an act of incompetence, which we all suffer from time to time on account of we’re merely human. Just manage it. Own it. Correct it.
Yeah, this is going nowhere good. After being presented “shittily” with my check and fees covered, I said, “this wasn’t my fault. I don’t know why you’re treating me like it is”
Well it turned into a nice little argument. She’s one of the most unprofessional people I’ve ever seen, and damnit I hate it when people bring me to their level. Admittedly I went there for a few choice words and some stellar finger pointing but brought myself back up to end with ” I do appreciate this, and thank you for correcting it.”
Her response?
“I seriously doubt that you do.”
LORD GIVE ME STRENGTH.
My bank was gracious. The hold was removed from my account. The debits were paid instead of bouncing. It all worked out…but why did it have to be so hard?
I wonder about this job. I wonder about what I’m going to do when it ends. I have a gut feeling that it will be within the next week or two. I am going to start looking elsewhere for some extra work. And I’m going to try not to worry about it. What I AM going to do is finish filling out my paperwork and go mail my grad school application today.
I’d like to use the rest of this adrenaline rush to do something productive. I’ve done a bit in the kitchen with a bit more yet to do…but I just got this book today per Kizz’s instruction and it’s begging to be opened!
Colin Firth has a story in here!
Tonight…David Sedaris live and in person! Wahoo!!!
Ok. I’m going to go put some clothes on some hangers. and light a candle or two to calm my nerves.
So, my plans to get up and to go Palm Sunday services fell right into bed yesterday and didn’t ever get up. I was running on empty. The previous week had not been a good one for sleep. I kept waking up or never sleeping at all. So yesterday after I showered, I slept. All day long. Got out of bed at 5pm and moved to the couch and thought about putting up clean clothes and organizing a closet and did neither of those.
The grill is out of gas, (on my list for today) and so I had some baked chicken, and foods from dad’s garden last year that have been waiting on me in my freezer. Corn on the cob. Fresh okra. So good. I worked on my today’s plan a little and went back to bed to watch the OKC Thunder game. I made it to half time and petered out. Slept all night long. They won their first playoff game though–YAY!!
Today is CPA appointment for taxes at 9am. Yes, I’m paying. I did get a refund from when I was an employee. A nice one. But we’re just giving it back to pay my quarterly stuff from the last two quarters as well as I’m paying some more to keep me up to date. It’s not fun but it’s the name of the game now that I’m an independent contractor. So many people I work with don’t pay in during the year and owe big fat fat at the tax deadline. Gross.
Anyways. get it done. over with. finito.
Errands for today are: fill up the grill tank with gas.
take a print to get framed.
head to lowes and get someone out to estimate new windows. buy some sprinklers and maybe garden dirt. I’m ready to plant my second garden!
I showered. and then fell asleep. I dozed through two hours of 90210 and dozed through 2 hours of Gilmore Girls and then fell asleep for good and slept until 5pm.
Sweet Mercy.
Time to grill some chicken and watch the Thunder in the first round of playoffs.
Side note: the grill is out of gas. baked chicken. fried okra. corn on the cob. yummmmooo. Also? Multiple eps of How I Met Your Mother.
Cuz man oh man. I’m whooped. Busy week at both jobs, bartended a wedding on Friday, crazy at the salon including prom hair on Saturday. Last night was spent with my PseudoFamily. I totally invited myself over to their house and included what I wanted to eat! We had grilled steaks, asparagus, garlic mashed potatoes and cold beer. Lots of singing and dancing with the kids. Did my heart good.
I’m sitting here this morning sipping my coffee watching my CBS Sunday Morning, gathering up the strength to get in the shower and get to church. I’m yawning. I’m sleepy. I’m getting up.
This next week we’ve got a few fabulous things. David Sedaris is tomorrow night! I’m so excited!
Noodle has her opening night Thursday for Our Town. I’m so proud and cannot wait to be in the audience.
Friday night is a birthday party for a friend…details to come on that.
and then it’s Easter weekend.
ok. ok. ok. I’m getting up and getting into the shower. yawn. yawn. yawn.
PleasePleasePleasePleasePlease??? Can we have it? We could have bake sales! We could all pitch in! OH COME ON!!!! What’s 9 million dollars between friends?
Tis a day of Firsts.
First day of bad weather tv in Oklahoma. And my channel’s weatherman is wearing a bedazzled red tie. I shit you not. We aren’t getting squat. Lynn and I were already on point. But it’s all east of us. Flop. We need rain so badly…my back yard is cracked plum to China.
First Kill.
Got home to a big ole pile of feathers on the floor…trailed down the hall and into the kitchen…IT WAS STILL IN THE KITCHEN!
shitshitshitshitshitdamnhell.
I did my routine. Close all doors. Opened front door. Turn off all ceiling fans. At which point, said bird jumped onto the kitchen fan and jumped from blade to blade. Then jumped on top of the fridge. Then after I opened the back door and the garage door, it flew into the hall and finally out the front door. GAH.
Dyson Vacuum, I LOVE YOU.
I’m reading the Shirley MacLaine book…and it’s interesting her chapters about synchronicity and energy. Totally parallel the chapters in The Celestine Prophecy. I like it.
I’m going to grill some chicken. And count my pennies. I want that beach house goddangit.
Catherine Zeta-Jones checked herself into the nervous hospital for Bi-Polar II disorder. She stayed five days.
This is every woman’s (that I know) dream. Just a week in the hospital with bedside service and sleep. No bills or jobs or kids or husbands or stress or noise or chatter. Just a week to get your shit together. Get a handle on that sleep deprivation you’ve been running on for over a year. Some vitamins and good joo-joo going into your body. Mandatory times for being social and some lovely padded walls and floors for when you fall right out of the bed.
I think it sounds lovely.
Last night it wasn’t Princes’ Harry and William in my dreams, but Shirley MacLaine. We were all over the place. I was reading one of her books right before I went to sleep, so that explains that. I got this one at the Half Price Books yesterday at lunch.
She's got some no nonsense words about growing older....i LOVE it!
Also, have I told you that the lettuce and spinach in my garden are almost ready for the eating? I do believe I shall have some fresh greens with my grilled chicken tonight! YUMMMM!
This is one of my new favorite things. Totally stole it from the roommate and with just a teensy bit of real maple syrup, warmed up…it needs nothing else. SO GOOD and easy!
SO GOOD and SO EASY! as well as organic and not bad calorie-wise!
Aaaaand here’s one for the day. The women of rock were on the Big O yesterday. (you know I’m totally sucked into the Farewell Season) and they made me so happy with their music! Ohhhh Stevie Nicks.
She still looks amazing and her voice sounds really good. Pat Benetar, however, sounds just as good as she did when I was in the 7th grade
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Misti Ridiculous 