One of the habits I started to get into since moving to Florida is spending a number of weekends out by the pool. Usually I spend a couple of hours either on Saturday or Sunday and prop myself up by the water. Sometimes I have some friends join me, sometimes I sit by myself. Often I take the time to catch up on whatever I am reading at the moment.
This habit has been a great way to relax. I love just being able to sit outside and not worry about anything else for a little while. Sometimes it can be a good way to sit with my thoughts and process. Of course, it can also be some fun people watching time...ha. The point of it is not so much about getting a good tan (I use good sunscreen to protect my skin and more so my tattoos), but it is more about enjoyment. As long as I am not surrounded by a bunch of crazies, as does happen at a community-type pool, I can really use the time to find a moment of peace. Thanks, Florida Sunshine. ^_^
Sidenote: I've had a pretty good weekend. I was able to hang out with good people and see Abbey, even if it was for a short time. And if you decide to go see "UP," be prepared to be depressed.
5/31/09
5/29/09
And it is Over!
Today is also the last day of the Blog-A-Day-In-May challenge. (Yes, the last day of May is Sunday, but we agreed in the begining that weekends did not have to count.) The criteria and winners are still to be determined. This should get interesting. We are unfortunately 2 challengers down...really Reg, I cry for you. So stay tuned for the results!
And the Search Begins Again
Many people know about my frustrations with my current apartment complex. Also, it is pretty much breaking me. So the solution is, Reg and I are looking for a place to move together. (She also wrote a post about why we can't live together...which really we shouldn't...for a number of reasons...ha.) Searching for a place to live is fun and so not fun at the same time. Of course I hate moving, but I am excited to get into a better place, save some money, and more than likely have a pretty good time.
We looked at a few places today, nothing definite yet, but they were pretty entertaining. In particular, we had one property manager practically want to wine-and-dine us to move in to their complex. She even chased us out the door to say good-bye and then shout "I'll waive your pet fee!" I cannot explain how hilarious this woman was. And the offer is of course tempting.
I just hope we can find a place that is reasonable with all we are looking for so that the next time I move will not be until I am leaving Tallahassee. Most of what we need is space for Dixie and all our furniture. Neither one of us wants to lose our living room pieces, and yea, my entertainment center is pretty ginormous. (Gotta love IKEA!) Plus we definitely need 2 baths.
So keep your fingers crossed that this is an easy search. Have to move out by the end of June...woot.
We looked at a few places today, nothing definite yet, but they were pretty entertaining. In particular, we had one property manager practically want to wine-and-dine us to move in to their complex. She even chased us out the door to say good-bye and then shout "I'll waive your pet fee!" I cannot explain how hilarious this woman was. And the offer is of course tempting.
I just hope we can find a place that is reasonable with all we are looking for so that the next time I move will not be until I am leaving Tallahassee. Most of what we need is space for Dixie and all our furniture. Neither one of us wants to lose our living room pieces, and yea, my entertainment center is pretty ginormous. (Gotta love IKEA!) Plus we definitely need 2 baths.
So keep your fingers crossed that this is an easy search. Have to move out by the end of June...woot.
5/28/09
So I Thought I Could Dance
I spent most of my life growing up dancing. My mom put in me in dance classes when I was about five, and I pretty much did it up through high school. I started to dance competitively after only two years, when generally the rule was you had to wait three. (This may be part of the reason I am such a competitive person in general now...ha.) I loved it. It was seriously all I did, and it was completely worth it. Once my sister was old enough, she started too, and competed shortly thereafter.
We would travel every spring to all sorts of competitions, and we generally did pretty well. My last year, we actually swept nationals with one of our routines. The trophy was taller than I was...haha. (Okay, I realize I am short, but it was a tall trophy!) The end to my dance career was pretty sad, but I think that is a story for another day.
The point of this is I still love and respect dance and dancers. This is part of the reason why I am completely obsessed with the show "So You Think You Can Dance." I love to watch these dancers put their souls on stage, and I have a chance to live a little vicariously through them. Dance is truly a way of life. I love that this show brings dance to a world that may not appreciate it otherwise. Okay, it may be a little sad it has to be through a reality-type show, but it is still pretty awesome.
I love the expression of dance. In all forms, it is an extension of that person and a show of the human form. It is a body in its most raw element out there for the world to take in and digest. Done well, it can move you in ways you would never expect. The body in motion is so beautiful. Like any form of the arts, dance can bring us back to the most rudimentary element of being. Because of that, it is also something that breaks across cultural barriers.
As a dancer, it can express things that you could never express otherwise. Your body feels pulled by forces greater than you. You can just let go and be part of something outside of yourself. It can be exposure of yourself to a world in a way that is so unique. For me, I am a natural introvert (shocking, I know), but dance gave me a chance to show myself in a way that surpassed that.
If you have never watched the show, I would recommend it, even more so once the actual competition starts.
We would travel every spring to all sorts of competitions, and we generally did pretty well. My last year, we actually swept nationals with one of our routines. The trophy was taller than I was...haha. (Okay, I realize I am short, but it was a tall trophy!) The end to my dance career was pretty sad, but I think that is a story for another day.
The point of this is I still love and respect dance and dancers. This is part of the reason why I am completely obsessed with the show "So You Think You Can Dance." I love to watch these dancers put their souls on stage, and I have a chance to live a little vicariously through them. Dance is truly a way of life. I love that this show brings dance to a world that may not appreciate it otherwise. Okay, it may be a little sad it has to be through a reality-type show, but it is still pretty awesome.
I love the expression of dance. In all forms, it is an extension of that person and a show of the human form. It is a body in its most raw element out there for the world to take in and digest. Done well, it can move you in ways you would never expect. The body in motion is so beautiful. Like any form of the arts, dance can bring us back to the most rudimentary element of being. Because of that, it is also something that breaks across cultural barriers.
As a dancer, it can express things that you could never express otherwise. Your body feels pulled by forces greater than you. You can just let go and be part of something outside of yourself. It can be exposure of yourself to a world in a way that is so unique. For me, I am a natural introvert (shocking, I know), but dance gave me a chance to show myself in a way that surpassed that.
If you have never watched the show, I would recommend it, even more so once the actual competition starts.
5/27/09
Who Put Me in Charge?
I have hit one of the first major decisions in my career. I am having to decide on canceling a contract with one software company and hiring another. This decision involves thousands of dollars and lots of work for my office (and by my office I mean me and probably my graduate assistant). On the one hand, this is a scary thought for me. It makes me somewhat nervous to know that this decision is in my hands, and the outcome is on me. On the other hand, though, it is somewhat empowering to know I am being trusted to make this decision. (And by decision, I mean we are doing it.)
My official one year mark here in my job is quickly approaching. Because of the situation our office was in when I arrived, I actually took on lots of decisions and responsibilities within a short period of time. I will say I am grateful for the experience so far. Even with the arrival of our new director, we all have been given much autonomy in our positions. We have all been able to change things up, especially now that we have completed the academic year. We can look back, see what worked and what did not, and we are given the ability to make things better.
This is what I am hoping to accomplish with this system change. I spent much of my year dealing with frustrations with the current system (instead of being able to focus on actually helping student groups and their advisors). The new one appears to alleviate that while offering much more and for less cost. Really, making this decision probably is not such a big deal. I think it is just making things more real for me. I am being trusted to act on behalf of the university. Crazy.
Sidenote: What is the difference between really enjoying your job and just being good at what you do?
Extra sidenote: Boo Donut Kingdom on revoking the really cool deal on certificates we had. Boo!
My official one year mark here in my job is quickly approaching. Because of the situation our office was in when I arrived, I actually took on lots of decisions and responsibilities within a short period of time. I will say I am grateful for the experience so far. Even with the arrival of our new director, we all have been given much autonomy in our positions. We have all been able to change things up, especially now that we have completed the academic year. We can look back, see what worked and what did not, and we are given the ability to make things better.
This is what I am hoping to accomplish with this system change. I spent much of my year dealing with frustrations with the current system (instead of being able to focus on actually helping student groups and their advisors). The new one appears to alleviate that while offering much more and for less cost. Really, making this decision probably is not such a big deal. I think it is just making things more real for me. I am being trusted to act on behalf of the university. Crazy.
Sidenote: What is the difference between really enjoying your job and just being good at what you do?
Extra sidenote: Boo Donut Kingdom on revoking the really cool deal on certificates we had. Boo!
5/26/09
Role Playing
Everyone in our lives is there for a reason. Today, I though about how each person fits a certain need or role in our lives and we fit a role for that person. Multiple people, of course, can be multiple things, and roles can shift as needed. We all fit some emotional or physical need.
In no particular order, think about all the roles we can play and that people play for us:
The person that listens to your rants
The one who always has advice
The person who rants to you
The judgers that judge with you
The hugger who is there at the right time
The person who makes the decisions
The one who will always go out when you need it
The one who will always stay in when you need it
The spontaneous planner
The one you will cry in front of
The funny one who can always make you laugh
The ridiculous one you know you will talk about later
Even if we get frustrated with people, they fill some part. It makes me think about what role I play for others. I know how I see myself and what I think I do, but we are not always aware of everything we do for other people. So many people fill so many places in my life, and I bet they do not always know it. So thank you. Thank you to everyone that is a part of my life. Good or bad, the roles you play make the world go 'round!
In no particular order, think about all the roles we can play and that people play for us:
The person that listens to your rants
The one who always has advice
The person who rants to you
The judgers that judge with you
The hugger who is there at the right time
The person who makes the decisions
The one who will always go out when you need it
The one who will always stay in when you need it
The spontaneous planner
The one you will cry in front of
The funny one who can always make you laugh
The ridiculous one you know you will talk about later
Even if we get frustrated with people, they fill some part. It makes me think about what role I play for others. I know how I see myself and what I think I do, but we are not always aware of everything we do for other people. So many people fill so many places in my life, and I bet they do not always know it. So thank you. Thank you to everyone that is a part of my life. Good or bad, the roles you play make the world go 'round!
5/25/09
Working on Health - Day One
As most people know by now, last week I purchased EA Active for the Wii. Yes, I already had Wii Fit, but honestly, it was not cutting it. Plus, you can only take watching your mii plump up so many times. I have done some of the preset workouts for the past week, and today, I started the 30 day challenge.
So far, this has been a much better purchase. I have woken up at 6 am to do it before work (of course, I wake up a little later on days off), and I actually break a sweat. I can also feel it throughout the day. The 30 day challenge is a set of custom workouts to get you to a healthier you in 30 days. It is actually 20 days worth of workouts because every other day is a rest day. In order for me to keep in the habit, though, I think I am going to use the Wii Fit on rest days since it is much more low impact.
I will also use the Wii Fit to check on my weight, balance, etc once a week. I have to keep myself from doing that everyday, even though it fusses at you if you don't, because this is not so much about losing weight as it is making healthier decisions. Plus, checking yourself everyday like that can get pretty discouraging.
My other goals I have started working on this last week include drinking lots more water, cutting down on caffeine, cutting out sodas and sweet tea (yikes, I know), and just generally trying to eat better. I can't say I am dieting because that just feels like depravity and hardly gets you far. So I just hope to make some better decisions when I eat out and when I cook. I will try to post some updates along the way. Here's to health!
Sidenote: Thoughts go out to all friends and families of fallen soldiers today. We thank them for their dedication and sacrifice. We have nothing but pride. Happy Memorial Day.
So far, this has been a much better purchase. I have woken up at 6 am to do it before work (of course, I wake up a little later on days off), and I actually break a sweat. I can also feel it throughout the day. The 30 day challenge is a set of custom workouts to get you to a healthier you in 30 days. It is actually 20 days worth of workouts because every other day is a rest day. In order for me to keep in the habit, though, I think I am going to use the Wii Fit on rest days since it is much more low impact.
I will also use the Wii Fit to check on my weight, balance, etc once a week. I have to keep myself from doing that everyday, even though it fusses at you if you don't, because this is not so much about losing weight as it is making healthier decisions. Plus, checking yourself everyday like that can get pretty discouraging.
My other goals I have started working on this last week include drinking lots more water, cutting down on caffeine, cutting out sodas and sweet tea (yikes, I know), and just generally trying to eat better. I can't say I am dieting because that just feels like depravity and hardly gets you far. So I just hope to make some better decisions when I eat out and when I cook. I will try to post some updates along the way. Here's to health!
Sidenote: Thoughts go out to all friends and families of fallen soldiers today. We thank them for their dedication and sacrifice. We have nothing but pride. Happy Memorial Day.
5/24/09
Day in the Sun
Today Meredith, Regina, and I decided to blow out of Tallahassee and head to St. George Island to spend the day on the beach. Going anywhere with the three of us is a trip within itself. We started the morning off right with some breakfast at Panera. You know the day is going to be good when you start by people watching. We watched one poor soul stumble out in his hungover glory. We hope his night was worth it.
Then hit the road. In Mer's Jeep with the top back, we rocked out. Along the way we decided to make pit stops in search of some beach toys. Specifically, we were looking for the game we played when we were little. The one where you have two velcro paddles and catch the little velcro balls. Well, after about three stops, we realized we were out of luck. We only found them once and a pirate themed beach shop, but they looked like they had been there since we were little. Also, they were broken. Sad. So we settled for some sand castle molds.
Of course the day was not complete without some classic randomness: Regina's bedazzled butt that she tried to hide, Regina creating an "ass hole" (a hole in the sand for her behind to sit comfortably), Regina loosing her sunglasses in the ocean, a cute guy who was clueless and clearly not as into the girl he was with, sandcastles, and an attempt to build a 4 foot pyramid that ended at 2 feet.
As we left, we grabbed lunch at the Blue Parrot. We had a pretty bad waiter who we found out moved here a few months ago to buy a boat but stayed because he was offered a job as a teacher. Yea, we didn't get it either. Food was delicious, though, and then we headed home. Meredith and I got some sun, to say the least, and Regina had a "hair explosion," but it was lots of fun.
It can be great to get out of town, even just for a day. We can so easily get caught up that we let ourselves not truly enjoy the time off that we have. Luckily, I have some pretty awesome friends around here to help get me up and out, even though I was the one who had to make the actual decision last night...ha. Can't wait to go back next weekend! -_^
Then hit the road. In Mer's Jeep with the top back, we rocked out. Along the way we decided to make pit stops in search of some beach toys. Specifically, we were looking for the game we played when we were little. The one where you have two velcro paddles and catch the little velcro balls. Well, after about three stops, we realized we were out of luck. We only found them once and a pirate themed beach shop, but they looked like they had been there since we were little. Also, they were broken. Sad. So we settled for some sand castle molds.
Of course the day was not complete without some classic randomness: Regina's bedazzled butt that she tried to hide, Regina creating an "ass hole" (a hole in the sand for her behind to sit comfortably), Regina loosing her sunglasses in the ocean, a cute guy who was clueless and clearly not as into the girl he was with, sandcastles, and an attempt to build a 4 foot pyramid that ended at 2 feet.
As we left, we grabbed lunch at the Blue Parrot. We had a pretty bad waiter who we found out moved here a few months ago to buy a boat but stayed because he was offered a job as a teacher. Yea, we didn't get it either. Food was delicious, though, and then we headed home. Meredith and I got some sun, to say the least, and Regina had a "hair explosion," but it was lots of fun.
It can be great to get out of town, even just for a day. We can so easily get caught up that we let ourselves not truly enjoy the time off that we have. Luckily, I have some pretty awesome friends around here to help get me up and out, even though I was the one who had to make the actual decision last night...ha. Can't wait to go back next weekend! -_^
Me and Mer
Reg and Me
Reg's sandcastle
My sandcastle
Sidenote: I'm off to play Guitar Hero Metallica!!
5/22/09
Let it Be
I often have trouble letting things go. Not in the sense that I hold a grudge for something, but more so that I hold on to things, or more specifically people. This is how I have kept some pretty wonderful people in my life, even when others may think I am crazy for doing so. Yet, sometimes I wonder if there comes a point when I really should let it go. Is there a point where trying to hold on just becomes toxic?
I function under the principle that relationships should not be so complicated. You are who you are, people are who they are, and that is it. Be open, communicate, and do not give into the games we see people play on popular television. A pretty simple mantra, right? However, I think too few people see it that way. I have even found that some people are so blindsided by preconceived notions that relationships have to be complicated that they seem to not even believe me when I am straightforward. Nonetheless, I keep them in my life, and I wonder if I should.
Then there are people I have not let go despite the general emotional turbulence they can cause me without even knowing it. Some are the same ones who do not understand how to communicate, but some are not. Despite my belief that we should be straightforward, I also have a tendency to internalize. Somethings I tend to deal with without really talking to anyone about it. Whether that is good or bad is up for debate, but I sometimes wonder if I have to struggle, is it worth it?
So why do I hold on then? Because I still believe in the power of people in our lives. Every trial adds to who we are and how we see things in the world. I am certainly not saying that anyone should hold on to someone or something that truly disturbs his/her life. (An emotional ride to find yourself and others is different from physical or mental abuse.) However, I have a hard time imagining mine without these people in it. I am who I am because of these people. Perhaps I am not really answering my original question as much as putting out some thoughts.
Sidenote: The parking lot gods are clearly against me this week. To add to my previous post, I had someone park behind me today in a lot in a non existent space in a lot that is already awkward to begin with. Luckily I was able to get out another direction, but really people?
I function under the principle that relationships should not be so complicated. You are who you are, people are who they are, and that is it. Be open, communicate, and do not give into the games we see people play on popular television. A pretty simple mantra, right? However, I think too few people see it that way. I have even found that some people are so blindsided by preconceived notions that relationships have to be complicated that they seem to not even believe me when I am straightforward. Nonetheless, I keep them in my life, and I wonder if I should.
Then there are people I have not let go despite the general emotional turbulence they can cause me without even knowing it. Some are the same ones who do not understand how to communicate, but some are not. Despite my belief that we should be straightforward, I also have a tendency to internalize. Somethings I tend to deal with without really talking to anyone about it. Whether that is good or bad is up for debate, but I sometimes wonder if I have to struggle, is it worth it?
So why do I hold on then? Because I still believe in the power of people in our lives. Every trial adds to who we are and how we see things in the world. I am certainly not saying that anyone should hold on to someone or something that truly disturbs his/her life. (An emotional ride to find yourself and others is different from physical or mental abuse.) However, I have a hard time imagining mine without these people in it. I am who I am because of these people. Perhaps I am not really answering my original question as much as putting out some thoughts.
Sidenote: The parking lot gods are clearly against me this week. To add to my previous post, I had someone park behind me today in a lot in a non existent space in a lot that is already awkward to begin with. Luckily I was able to get out another direction, but really people?
5/21/09
Pop Culture Past
I went to see Terminator: Salvation today (amazing!!), and it made me think about those defining pop culture moments in our personal histories. I loved the Terminator series growing up; they were a major part of it. Pop culture can have such an impact on our lives and our memories. We can connect to things that shape our memories. One example is how much of a role I think the Terminator series played in my relationship with my dad.
Seriously, think about it. Just yesterday I was having a conversation about old Nickelodeon shows I watched growing up. Admit it, you watched SNICK too with "Are You Afraid of the Dark" and "All That" and so on. Even Adam has brought over dvds of "Pete and Pete" to my apartment recently. These shows connect us to other people through our memories of watching them. I can remember sitting with my sister on a Saturday night watching these shows. These conversations have even extended into what kinds of lunch boxes we had growing up. "Jem and the Holograms" anyone?
Of course it is not all television shows and movies, they just happen to be the topic at hand. For example, collecting all the California Raisins. These things can make for great conversation because they bring up so many memories. Like it or not, pop culture plays a major role in our lives. I find it interesting to think back on it all. Maybe I will have more to say about it later. My brain is not writing too well tonight for some reason.
And, really, go see Terminator.
Seriously, think about it. Just yesterday I was having a conversation about old Nickelodeon shows I watched growing up. Admit it, you watched SNICK too with "Are You Afraid of the Dark" and "All That" and so on. Even Adam has brought over dvds of "Pete and Pete" to my apartment recently. These shows connect us to other people through our memories of watching them. I can remember sitting with my sister on a Saturday night watching these shows. These conversations have even extended into what kinds of lunch boxes we had growing up. "Jem and the Holograms" anyone?
Of course it is not all television shows and movies, they just happen to be the topic at hand. For example, collecting all the California Raisins. These things can make for great conversation because they bring up so many memories. Like it or not, pop culture plays a major role in our lives. I find it interesting to think back on it all. Maybe I will have more to say about it later. My brain is not writing too well tonight for some reason.
And, really, go see Terminator.
5/20/09
Parking Lot Pet Peeves
Here comes another rant. Nothing complicated today, just venting.
When I left work today, I walked to the parking lot to find a giant rusty truck parked next to my Jeep. Normally, this is no big deal, as everyone knows my Jeep is special looking itself. However, this truck decided to park extremely close to the driver's side of my Jeep. And by close I mean there was no way I was possibly going to be able to get inside. It was amazing he did not take off my sideview mirror. Literally, there may have been an inch between my mirror and the truck.
So I stared at it for a moment, contemplating my options: become super skinny and slink in the door, be spiteful and beat the truck to hell with my door, or climb in the passenger side and crawl over to my seat. Unfortunately sense took over and a climbed in the passenger side. It was dicey to even pull out of the parking spot without scraping the truck. Really??
I understand we get in a hurry, but seriously people, common sense is a virtue. Why are people so rude? And some days it just seems worse in a parking lot. People park too closely, park too crooked in the space, etc. But it can be even more than that: Look before you back out. If you are walking across the lot, think about the fact that between you and my Jeep, my Jeep will win. Do not act like you do not see a giant black mass rolling toward you. (Really, I may run over a student one day.) If you have a small car, and you know who you are, park so people can see you and not think there is a spot. If backing into a space is clearly more complicated than parking, or clearly more complicated than you can handle in the first place, do not do it. If you pull through a space to leave, pay attention.
And one of my biggest aggravations: do NOT leave your shopping cart in a parking space, or in the lot at all. They put those little cart corral things there for a reason. It will not kill you nor take that much of your precious time to walk the cart to one or even back to at least the storefront. Even in a median is better than nothing. I am pretty sure that most people who do it would be the first to be upset that their car was dented by a rouge cart. I do not even care about that (seriously, if you know my Jeep...it is special...). Just stop being so lazy!
Okay. I am done. Thanks.
When I left work today, I walked to the parking lot to find a giant rusty truck parked next to my Jeep. Normally, this is no big deal, as everyone knows my Jeep is special looking itself. However, this truck decided to park extremely close to the driver's side of my Jeep. And by close I mean there was no way I was possibly going to be able to get inside. It was amazing he did not take off my sideview mirror. Literally, there may have been an inch between my mirror and the truck.
So I stared at it for a moment, contemplating my options: become super skinny and slink in the door, be spiteful and beat the truck to hell with my door, or climb in the passenger side and crawl over to my seat. Unfortunately sense took over and a climbed in the passenger side. It was dicey to even pull out of the parking spot without scraping the truck. Really??
I understand we get in a hurry, but seriously people, common sense is a virtue. Why are people so rude? And some days it just seems worse in a parking lot. People park too closely, park too crooked in the space, etc. But it can be even more than that: Look before you back out. If you are walking across the lot, think about the fact that between you and my Jeep, my Jeep will win. Do not act like you do not see a giant black mass rolling toward you. (Really, I may run over a student one day.) If you have a small car, and you know who you are, park so people can see you and not think there is a spot. If backing into a space is clearly more complicated than parking, or clearly more complicated than you can handle in the first place, do not do it. If you pull through a space to leave, pay attention.
And one of my biggest aggravations: do NOT leave your shopping cart in a parking space, or in the lot at all. They put those little cart corral things there for a reason. It will not kill you nor take that much of your precious time to walk the cart to one or even back to at least the storefront. Even in a median is better than nothing. I am pretty sure that most people who do it would be the first to be upset that their car was dented by a rouge cart. I do not even care about that (seriously, if you know my Jeep...it is special...). Just stop being so lazy!
Okay. I am done. Thanks.
5/19/09
I Can't Say I'm a Gamer...But...
So I have never considered myself much of a gamer, and I still do not really. However, in recent years, my gaming status has seen a major increase. I mean, when I was little, I had the original NES with Duck Hunt and Punch Out. We even had the little robot man. I had the very first GameBoy, the one that was the size of a brick. The we had a Sega, with Sonic and Mortal Kombat, and then a Super Nintendo. Then we had the first PlayStation, on which I mostly played Crash Bandicoot.
But that was it. Until the Wii. And the Nintendo DS (well, now the DSi). Now I find myself playing much more often and finding myself much more invested. My sister was always the one who kept up in the gaming world. She had the new consoles and told me about the crazy games she was playing. I should somewhat blame this new addiction on her and Mick anyway since they cleverly hid a DS for me at his GameStop and helped me stalk a Wii in the first place...
So now I find myself with a membership card to GameStop, which comes with a free magazine subscription keeping me up to date on the gamer world. Plus, now I have Regina in my life to go game shopping with me. I still pretty much stick to the basics, Lego Star Wars, MarioKart, Mortal Kombat, Super Mario, Dance Dance Revolution, Guitar Hero, etc. I have never been one to play a lot of first person shooters or RPGs. Too long and complicated.
Now I have to admit that this post was brought on by the fact that I just picked up my reserved copy of EA Active. This comes close on the heels of hunting down Mortal Kombat for Wii this past weekend and getting the new DSi a few weeks ago. Yea...maybe I am working on being a gammer...(maybe I'll let you know how the new game is later...I'm off to play).
But that was it. Until the Wii. And the Nintendo DS (well, now the DSi). Now I find myself playing much more often and finding myself much more invested. My sister was always the one who kept up in the gaming world. She had the new consoles and told me about the crazy games she was playing. I should somewhat blame this new addiction on her and Mick anyway since they cleverly hid a DS for me at his GameStop and helped me stalk a Wii in the first place...
So now I find myself with a membership card to GameStop, which comes with a free magazine subscription keeping me up to date on the gamer world. Plus, now I have Regina in my life to go game shopping with me. I still pretty much stick to the basics, Lego Star Wars, MarioKart, Mortal Kombat, Super Mario, Dance Dance Revolution, Guitar Hero, etc. I have never been one to play a lot of first person shooters or RPGs. Too long and complicated.
Now I have to admit that this post was brought on by the fact that I just picked up my reserved copy of EA Active. This comes close on the heels of hunting down Mortal Kombat for Wii this past weekend and getting the new DSi a few weeks ago. Yea...maybe I am working on being a gammer...(maybe I'll let you know how the new game is later...I'm off to play).
5/18/09
Verse by Verse
As I have said before, part of the joy of long drives is getting to listen to music, and of course sing at the top of your lungs. I may be something of a music junkie, too. But while driving back to Tallahassee today I started thinking about how much music can be part of our lives. Each note and each word can have a different effect on different people. They can even change in meaning depending on your mood or where you are in life. Whatever the effect, music can be pretty powerful. These artists pour themselves into each piece, and we have the pleasure of incorporating them into our lives.
So, below are some verses from a few of the songs that made my trip: (how many do you know? -_^)
~You make me want to smoke a cigarette / You make me want to be someone else
~You don't know the story / You don't know what happened / You don't know me like you thought you did or you'd be laughing
~Picked all my weeds / But kept the flowers
~I'm not sick / I am lovely / Hatred is the curse of man
~There is this hunger / This restlessness inside of me / And it knows that you're no stranger / You're my gravity
~But the other side of the mattress and boxspring stayed like new / And what’s the point of holding on to what never gets used / Other than a sick desire for self abuse
~He said, "It's all in your head" / And I said, "So's everything'" but he didn't get it / I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy
~It makes no sense no / I know it's pointless / But I feel alive right now / And I've been needing this forbidden kiss
~The hair is from a little boy / And the cross is someone she has not met / Not yet
~Mr. Darkness it's been awhile since I've seen you / You just come around right when my hurting seems through / Everyone gets someone and darkness I got you
~They live just like the paint-by-numbers / The teacher would be impressed / A lifetime of follow the lines / So it's just like all the rest
~I used to believe that wishes come true / But it's hard to believe you count as a wish / Do you
~Just bend the pieces til they fit / Like they were made for it / But they weren't meant for this
~Is it right to want to run / I'm walking backwards at the wrong of a gun
~We all have something that digs at us / At least we dig each other
~Stepping though my shadow / Coming out the other side / Step into the shadow / 46 & 2 are just ahead of me
~The water’s warm and children swim / And we frolicked about in our summer skin
~I don't need to be fixed / And I certainly don't need to be found / I'm not lost / I just need to be loved
~I've got the scars to prove that love has had its day and its way with me / So can we roll tonight / Roll though your desert / Can we start over
I could really keep going, but I guess I will stop. I also listened to a few hours of blues. That is always good for the soul. Where would the world be without music?
I also have to say that my trip home was too short, but I am glad I got to see those I did. I was also able to make a pit stop in Columbia to have lunch and catch up with some people there. Funny how you can miss places you tried so hard to leave.
Sidenote: I brought back Cherry-Lemon Sundrop and Cheerwine...yes!
So, below are some verses from a few of the songs that made my trip: (how many do you know? -_^)
~You make me want to smoke a cigarette / You make me want to be someone else
~You don't know the story / You don't know what happened / You don't know me like you thought you did or you'd be laughing
~Picked all my weeds / But kept the flowers
~I'm not sick / I am lovely / Hatred is the curse of man
~There is this hunger / This restlessness inside of me / And it knows that you're no stranger / You're my gravity
~But the other side of the mattress and boxspring stayed like new / And what’s the point of holding on to what never gets used / Other than a sick desire for self abuse
~He said, "It's all in your head" / And I said, "So's everything'" but he didn't get it / I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy
~It makes no sense no / I know it's pointless / But I feel alive right now / And I've been needing this forbidden kiss
~The hair is from a little boy / And the cross is someone she has not met / Not yet
~Mr. Darkness it's been awhile since I've seen you / You just come around right when my hurting seems through / Everyone gets someone and darkness I got you
~They live just like the paint-by-numbers / The teacher would be impressed / A lifetime of follow the lines / So it's just like all the rest
~I used to believe that wishes come true / But it's hard to believe you count as a wish / Do you
~Just bend the pieces til they fit / Like they were made for it / But they weren't meant for this
~Is it right to want to run / I'm walking backwards at the wrong of a gun
~We all have something that digs at us / At least we dig each other
~Stepping though my shadow / Coming out the other side / Step into the shadow / 46 & 2 are just ahead of me
~The water’s warm and children swim / And we frolicked about in our summer skin
~I don't need to be fixed / And I certainly don't need to be found / I'm not lost / I just need to be loved
~I've got the scars to prove that love has had its day and its way with me / So can we roll tonight / Roll though your desert / Can we start over
I could really keep going, but I guess I will stop. I also listened to a few hours of blues. That is always good for the soul. Where would the world be without music?
I also have to say that my trip home was too short, but I am glad I got to see those I did. I was also able to make a pit stop in Columbia to have lunch and catch up with some people there. Funny how you can miss places you tried so hard to leave.
Sidenote: I brought back Cherry-Lemon Sundrop and Cheerwine...yes!
5/17/09
Bootsie, Follow the PoPo
Going out in Charlotte with Ashanti and my sister would of course be nothing short of interesting.
We went to this thing called PlayDate Charlotte. This is an event that happens in a number of major cities about once a month. Essentially it is a bunch of adults drinking cocktails and playing games of our youth. Sounds fun, right? Well a lot of people definitely thought so. It was much more crowded than we expected, but it was lots of fun.
Before you go in, you have to create a nickname for the night. So, meet Bootsie, Tallasassy, and Lucky Charms/Cheeks (Ashanti had to change her name later in the night due to an unfortunate woman sharing the Lucky Charms one.)
We went to this thing called PlayDate Charlotte. This is an event that happens in a number of major cities about once a month. Essentially it is a bunch of adults drinking cocktails and playing games of our youth. Sounds fun, right? Well a lot of people definitely thought so. It was much more crowded than we expected, but it was lots of fun.
Before you go in, you have to create a nickname for the night. So, meet Bootsie, Tallasassy, and Lucky Charms/Cheeks (Ashanti had to change her name later in the night due to an unfortunate woman sharing the Lucky Charms one.)
So what did we do for the night? We played Hungry, Hungry Hippos, Chutes and Ladders, and Monopoly (for 15 minutes until we decided we did not have the patience). We watched other people play Red Light, Green Light, a giant game of Jenga, and something they called Merry-Go-Round. This last game involved people standing in a circle, and they had to sing the lyrics to whatever song the DJ played. If they messed up, they were out. This took a little too long for us. We really just wanted to hula-hoop, but we never were able to...sad.
We then when back to another table to play cards. This, of course, turned into a game of spades. My twin and me played against some guy and girl, and killed them. Anyone who knows me, or has played spades with me, knows I take the game pretty seriously. You would all be happy to know I did not curse once, and was on my best behavior.
Once we were done playing, it was time to go. Leaving Charlotte always creates a debacle, especially when Bootsie and Cheeks are trying to give me directions. After driving around in circles a bit, we finally found our way out and back to the interstate. This involved us actually following a police car, even thought we really did not know if he was going where we were. Oh well, it worked.
And, oh, I forgot to mention my sister and I were two of maybe five white people in the room. Ha. Like that has ever stopped us, right? Plus, for some reason, this is becoming more common every time I go out with Ashanti. When did that happen? Funny part is, these two white girls could have lasted longer than some of the people playing the Merry-Go-Round game. That's right, I know the theme to The Jeffersons. (PS...the only white male we saw there had the nickname of Mayonnaise...really, Michael Vick, really?)
So we had lots of fun, of course, and I am glad I was able to spend time with my twin before she leaves for South Africa. I was also glad to finally take out my sister now that she is officially an adult (scary, I know). Can't wait until we can do it again girls!
Sidenote: I FINALLY beat Elite Beat Agents today. No more levels. It is finally done. Thank god. Ha.
5/16/09
They Have Nothing Better to Do
Those of you who know me well know I am a judger. Shocking, I know. And it is not always judging as much as I just really enjoy watching people. Okay, sometimes it is just judging. Rock Hill never lacks in people to watch. One incident I did not mention in yesterdays post involved standing in line at Taco Bell. This particular Taco Bell is in the middle of the Manchester area of town, which is where all the newer shops, movie theater, etc. are, and is also where all then crazy little teens hang out. And by hang out, I mean run a muck in the parking lot.
So while in line at Taco Bell, we saw a group of teens walk in the door. These cute little hopeless emo-ish kids in their black eyeliner, rubber bracelets, and band tees. Now, I will not judge that (see previous post about my hair color...I have no room.) However, I will immediately begin to judge you when you turn around and have holes cut not only all down the legs of your jeans, but also in the ass of your jeans. This of course is not even a good look on a cute girl, but this was not even a cute girl. Seriously, I was embarrassed for her. Sad.
On a brighter note, I was able to spend time with some really good friends last night hanging out and watching some stand up comedy. Today I spent some quality time with my mom running errands. Then went to my grandparents for an impromptu cookout. It was great to see my dad and the rest of that side of my family. I also was able to see my stepbrother's son for the first time since he was born. He is seven weeks old, and of course cute as can be. As my family has always said, "We don't do ugly." (Hey, don't judge. It's true. Ha.)
Now I am off to Charlotte to spend time with my twin and my sister. Should be lots of fun, and I am sure much more judging to come.
So while in line at Taco Bell, we saw a group of teens walk in the door. These cute little hopeless emo-ish kids in their black eyeliner, rubber bracelets, and band tees. Now, I will not judge that (see previous post about my hair color...I have no room.) However, I will immediately begin to judge you when you turn around and have holes cut not only all down the legs of your jeans, but also in the ass of your jeans. This of course is not even a good look on a cute girl, but this was not even a cute girl. Seriously, I was embarrassed for her. Sad.
On a brighter note, I was able to spend time with some really good friends last night hanging out and watching some stand up comedy. Today I spent some quality time with my mom running errands. Then went to my grandparents for an impromptu cookout. It was great to see my dad and the rest of that side of my family. I also was able to see my stepbrother's son for the first time since he was born. He is seven weeks old, and of course cute as can be. As my family has always said, "We don't do ugly." (Hey, don't judge. It's true. Ha.)
Now I am off to Charlotte to spend time with my twin and my sister. Should be lots of fun, and I am sure much more judging to come.
5/15/09
Oh the Things I've Left
On my first full day home this trip I did not do much except look around town. I took my Jeep for some maintenance at my stepdad's shop first. Luckily, the shop is next door to a Starbucks. So I ordered my typical grande peppermint white mocha and sat outside with the book I am currently reading (Son of a Witch). While I was there, I had the joy of people watching. Granted, it was not nearly as fun as what occurs when I am around Regina, but I enjoyed watching a group of women who were in town for their own Winthrop reunion make fools of themselves.
After the car work, I drove around town for a bit only to find more things to make fun of in Rock Hill. Apparently the city has decided it is important enough for fancy signs that give directions to places like the "Cherry Road Corridor" and the "Dave Lyle Corridor." Now, these are two major roads in the city, but I am pretty sure that a town should be much more major than this one to warrant calling anything a corridor. Really?
I also decided to visit the Rock Hill Galleria Mall. I should preface this for those of you who have not familiar with Rock Hill with the statement that it has never been much of a shopping destination. I mean, the highlight of the mall has always been that the Wal-Mart is attached. However, at one point someone had purchased it and posted grand plans of making it more like a real mall. Well clearly that did not happen. The mall has unfathomably become more desolate than before. Sad. Really. So I went to the Pineville mall instead. Just like old times.
At least the highlight of the day was visiting my sister at work at Earth Fare. Potentially one of the best health food stores ever and clearly one of the best parts of this town now. (And apparently it may be coming to Florida...sweet.) Maybe I should not give everyone the impression that Rock Hill is a terrible town, but it certainly is not hoppin. The good thing about being home is spending time with the family and getting to see some pretty awesome friends.
Sidenote: I finally bought Mortal Kombat Armageddon for Wii. I am pretty excited.
After the car work, I drove around town for a bit only to find more things to make fun of in Rock Hill. Apparently the city has decided it is important enough for fancy signs that give directions to places like the "Cherry Road Corridor" and the "Dave Lyle Corridor." Now, these are two major roads in the city, but I am pretty sure that a town should be much more major than this one to warrant calling anything a corridor. Really?
I also decided to visit the Rock Hill Galleria Mall. I should preface this for those of you who have not familiar with Rock Hill with the statement that it has never been much of a shopping destination. I mean, the highlight of the mall has always been that the Wal-Mart is attached. However, at one point someone had purchased it and posted grand plans of making it more like a real mall. Well clearly that did not happen. The mall has unfathomably become more desolate than before. Sad. Really. So I went to the Pineville mall instead. Just like old times.
At least the highlight of the day was visiting my sister at work at Earth Fare. Potentially one of the best health food stores ever and clearly one of the best parts of this town now. (And apparently it may be coming to Florida...sweet.) Maybe I should not give everyone the impression that Rock Hill is a terrible town, but it certainly is not hoppin. The good thing about being home is spending time with the family and getting to see some pretty awesome friends.
Sidenote: I finally bought Mortal Kombat Armageddon for Wii. I am pretty excited.
5/14/09
On the Road
My drive from Tallahassee to Rock Hill takes about seven and a half hours. Many people hate driving that long alone, but I have to say I kind of enjoy it. It is a long stretch of time that I am completely to myself. Of course, it includes lots of me belting out various songs within the confines of my Jeep, but I really enjoy the time it gives me. (This will not be a Billy D kind of list, just more of a reflection piece. ^_^)
I have made these lengthy drives a number of times now, and I have realized that I most often find solace in them. The time alone in the car allows for quality time alone with your own thoughts, or time to just not think at all. Sometimes I enjoy the fact that I just get so wrapped up in the scenery (I use this term loosely as today's drive did involve I-10 and I-95) and my music that I do not worry about the things that I may worry about otherwise. I can completely separate myself from work and sometimes even my personal life long enough to just be. And that can be pretty cathartic.
Other times I find myself have the chance to work through some things on my own. Occasionally these drives occur at the opportune time just when I need the chance to be alone and sort through some things. I have even found times when the drive allowed some creative thinking leading to a few poems and other creative thoughts. (For those of you who may not know, I do write poetry on occasion.) Today's drive even gave me time to think of some future blog topics I may explore, things I think may be good for me to explore using this medium.
So it is late, and this has been a long day. I am not sure right now if any of this is even coherent. I guess my point is we should all find that time to be alone. Maybe the ideal place is not in the car for everyone, but it can be good to find something. I tend to use my afternoons at the pool for the same thing. I just enjoy being in that moment where I do not have to worry about anything unless I choose to do so. Although I do have to throw in here that it can be fun to make these trips with other people (like my trip with Meredith to Columbia and our fun finds).
Of course I also enjoy driving distances because that means it is time for some Arby's!
And yes, this post is just barely making it in the deadline of the day, but hey, it did.
Sidenote: I cannot believe I just watched the season finale of LOST last night. Not only does this mean a long time until next season and the potential of lots of answers, but it also means next season is the last. Wow.
I have made these lengthy drives a number of times now, and I have realized that I most often find solace in them. The time alone in the car allows for quality time alone with your own thoughts, or time to just not think at all. Sometimes I enjoy the fact that I just get so wrapped up in the scenery (I use this term loosely as today's drive did involve I-10 and I-95) and my music that I do not worry about the things that I may worry about otherwise. I can completely separate myself from work and sometimes even my personal life long enough to just be. And that can be pretty cathartic.
Other times I find myself have the chance to work through some things on my own. Occasionally these drives occur at the opportune time just when I need the chance to be alone and sort through some things. I have even found times when the drive allowed some creative thinking leading to a few poems and other creative thoughts. (For those of you who may not know, I do write poetry on occasion.) Today's drive even gave me time to think of some future blog topics I may explore, things I think may be good for me to explore using this medium.
So it is late, and this has been a long day. I am not sure right now if any of this is even coherent. I guess my point is we should all find that time to be alone. Maybe the ideal place is not in the car for everyone, but it can be good to find something. I tend to use my afternoons at the pool for the same thing. I just enjoy being in that moment where I do not have to worry about anything unless I choose to do so. Although I do have to throw in here that it can be fun to make these trips with other people (like my trip with Meredith to Columbia and our fun finds).
Of course I also enjoy driving distances because that means it is time for some Arby's!
And yes, this post is just barely making it in the deadline of the day, but hey, it did.
Sidenote: I cannot believe I just watched the season finale of LOST last night. Not only does this mean a long time until next season and the potential of lots of answers, but it also means next season is the last. Wow.
5/13/09
My Twin
Part of the reason I am going home to visit this weekend is because of my twin, Ashanti. The rock star that she is, she is completing her law degree at Michigan, and is actually interning in South Africa in the fall. She is in SC for the month of May to visit home before she leaves. Hence, I have to track her down before she leaves the country.
Ashanti is more than deserving of her own blog post for a number of reasons, not the least of which is that she has known me since 6th grade. I am pretty sure that no one should be friends that long, especially not us. However, we still are, even though we are living pretty far apart at the moment. We are twins because we share a birthday (and here she would scream that I am older by 3 hours...there, I beat you to it). We also happened to grow up in the same neighborhood.
However, we like to say we are twins more for the reaction than the reality of it. It got us some pretty good stares when we announced it at places like her first step show as a Sigma Gamma Rho. Of course, we are no strangers to odd stares when we are together. We just learned to embrace it, and occasionally go out of our ways to invoke them...ha. Ashanti also knows more about me than anyone ever, ever should. Want an embarrassing story? Just ask her. I know she would be happy to give it to you, although not without knowing I have one to return just as quickly.
Despite her enthusiasm to call me out, I love my twin. She is someone I can go months without talking to (although we are getting better about that) and still pick up the phone picking up right where we left off. We always swore we would get out of SC (well, more specifically Rock Hill), and we did. And, she is pretty much amazing! We always have a good time together, and who knows where we will end up next. (Philly or DC, right?) Crazy schemes in middle school, being nerds in high school, ridiculous nights out in Columbia, having whole conversations without words, long phone calls catching up...oh the times we have had...13 years is a long time, 'Shanti! Here's to 13 more!
And seriously...why do I not have any pictures of us??
Sidenote: I realized today that someone saying something nice about what you have done means so much more than getting an award for it. ^_^
Ashanti is more than deserving of her own blog post for a number of reasons, not the least of which is that she has known me since 6th grade. I am pretty sure that no one should be friends that long, especially not us. However, we still are, even though we are living pretty far apart at the moment. We are twins because we share a birthday (and here she would scream that I am older by 3 hours...there, I beat you to it). We also happened to grow up in the same neighborhood.
However, we like to say we are twins more for the reaction than the reality of it. It got us some pretty good stares when we announced it at places like her first step show as a Sigma Gamma Rho. Of course, we are no strangers to odd stares when we are together. We just learned to embrace it, and occasionally go out of our ways to invoke them...ha. Ashanti also knows more about me than anyone ever, ever should. Want an embarrassing story? Just ask her. I know she would be happy to give it to you, although not without knowing I have one to return just as quickly.
Despite her enthusiasm to call me out, I love my twin. She is someone I can go months without talking to (although we are getting better about that) and still pick up the phone picking up right where we left off. We always swore we would get out of SC (well, more specifically Rock Hill), and we did. And, she is pretty much amazing! We always have a good time together, and who knows where we will end up next. (Philly or DC, right?) Crazy schemes in middle school, being nerds in high school, ridiculous nights out in Columbia, having whole conversations without words, long phone calls catching up...oh the times we have had...13 years is a long time, 'Shanti! Here's to 13 more!
And seriously...why do I not have any pictures of us??
Sidenote: I realized today that someone saying something nice about what you have done means so much more than getting an award for it. ^_^
5/12/09
The Many Shades Of
I got a hair cut yesterday (at Chelsea Salon), nothing out of the ordinary, just a little shorter to shape it up and get some bulk off now that it is Florida summer time. However, I realized that in getting my hair cut just the little bit, I am officially back to my natural hair color. Now some people my not think that is a big deal, but if you know me at all, it is. This is the first time since, well, I do not even know anymore, that my hair is dye-free.
I have been dying my hair in some shape or form since at least high school, although it may have started in middle school. It started with that popular Manic Panic semi-permanent color. Hot pink, purple, blue, green, red...yea, I was that girl. And yes, my mom helped me do it. Her logic: if that was the worst I was doing, she figured she would help me do it right. (Love you mom!) These colors usually washed out in about a month, allowing me to change it up pretty often.
Of course, I then started dying more permanent colors. Usually some shade of red, burgundy, etc. Then I would decide to try to get back to something of my natural color, using mixes of browns and blondes. Although, I quickly learned that my natural hair color does not exist in dye form. Even when I came close, however, I usually broke down and dyed it again. And these many years of dying of course came with a few fun mishaps, like the time it was burgundy and my mom and I tried to add blonde chunks. They turned a fun shade of orange. I went to my hair dresser the next day. But it still did not stop me from dying it later.
The last time I dyed my hair now was around October of my second year in grad school. I actually turned it a fun shade of purple on accident. I put another shade on top the next day and came up with a pretty cool color. For some reason after that, though, I have decided to stop dying it. Now, this has not been an easy habit to break, but about a year and half later, I am back to my natural color. It is even starting to do its old summer habit of getting blonder as I actually get out in the sun. Woot.
It was fun to realize when sifting through pictures from grad school that I could organize them by hair style. I am not really sure I can give an exact reason that I found solace in dying my hair like I did. Of course an obvious reason is form of expression, and it is surely easier to change your hair color than your cut on a whim. Nonetheless, it really became a part of who I was, and well, who I am. I do not really have anything deeper to say about it at the moment, and I cannot promise that I will not show up one day with a new hair color. But for now, here it is people, the all natural.
I have been dying my hair in some shape or form since at least high school, although it may have started in middle school. It started with that popular Manic Panic semi-permanent color. Hot pink, purple, blue, green, red...yea, I was that girl. And yes, my mom helped me do it. Her logic: if that was the worst I was doing, she figured she would help me do it right. (Love you mom!) These colors usually washed out in about a month, allowing me to change it up pretty often.
Of course, I then started dying more permanent colors. Usually some shade of red, burgundy, etc. Then I would decide to try to get back to something of my natural color, using mixes of browns and blondes. Although, I quickly learned that my natural hair color does not exist in dye form. Even when I came close, however, I usually broke down and dyed it again. And these many years of dying of course came with a few fun mishaps, like the time it was burgundy and my mom and I tried to add blonde chunks. They turned a fun shade of orange. I went to my hair dresser the next day. But it still did not stop me from dying it later.
The last time I dyed my hair now was around October of my second year in grad school. I actually turned it a fun shade of purple on accident. I put another shade on top the next day and came up with a pretty cool color. For some reason after that, though, I have decided to stop dying it. Now, this has not been an easy habit to break, but about a year and half later, I am back to my natural color. It is even starting to do its old summer habit of getting blonder as I actually get out in the sun. Woot.
It was fun to realize when sifting through pictures from grad school that I could organize them by hair style. I am not really sure I can give an exact reason that I found solace in dying my hair like I did. Of course an obvious reason is form of expression, and it is surely easier to change your hair color than your cut on a whim. Nonetheless, it really became a part of who I was, and well, who I am. I do not really have anything deeper to say about it at the moment, and I cannot promise that I will not show up one day with a new hair color. But for now, here it is people, the all natural.
Sidenote: The Student Activities Center cookout out at the Rez was way too fun this afternoon! Gotta love working with people who are just as competitive as you...
5/11/09
Family
In light of Mother's Day, I thought I would take a moment to reflect on the role of family in my life. It really comes down to how much they mean to me. I should probably start by saying I am glad the doctors were wrong when they told my mom she could not have children. Otherwise, I would not even be writing this! Nonetheless, I am especially grateful for my mom and my sister. For more times than I can count, it was the three of us. No matter what, I know I can count on them. (see the post "Threefold" on my other blog, Ink)
Of course, I am grateful for everyone in my family. I cherish those who were so impactful even in the short time they were in my life like my grandfather. (again, read "Holding On" on Ink) I lovingly miss others that are no longer with us like Uncle Howard, Granny Joan, Great Aunt Ann, and Great Uncle Herbert. I hang on dearly to those who are still around like Nanny Bill, and Paw Paw Bob, who have done more for me than I can ever thank them. And I could continue on to an invertible list of those I love.
However, I would just like to say thank you to:
my mom for unconditional love
my sister for understanding more than anyone could
my dad for giving me my attitude
my stepdad for being there more than he ever had to
my nanny and paw paw for always caring
I could probably do a post on each person and then some, but for the sake of length and getting too sappy for one post, I will stop here for now. Just know that I care for you all so much, and for better or worse, I would not be who I am now without you.
Sidenote: I get to see you all this weekend, and cannot wait to visit, even though it will be short!
Of course, I am grateful for everyone in my family. I cherish those who were so impactful even in the short time they were in my life like my grandfather. (again, read "Holding On" on Ink) I lovingly miss others that are no longer with us like Uncle Howard, Granny Joan, Great Aunt Ann, and Great Uncle Herbert. I hang on dearly to those who are still around like Nanny Bill, and Paw Paw Bob, who have done more for me than I can ever thank them. And I could continue on to an invertible list of those I love.
However, I would just like to say thank you to:
my mom for unconditional love
my sister for understanding more than anyone could
my dad for giving me my attitude
my stepdad for being there more than he ever had to
my nanny and paw paw for always caring
I could probably do a post on each person and then some, but for the sake of length and getting too sappy for one post, I will stop here for now. Just know that I care for you all so much, and for better or worse, I would not be who I am now without you.
Sidenote: I get to see you all this weekend, and cannot wait to visit, even though it will be short!
5/9/09
As the Blog Turns
I have to say I was pretty skeptical of this blogging thing. But with one week down, I guess it is not that bad (well, yet). The thought of being so connected to the internet world is pretty strange, but staying connected has been pretty cool. Plus, I am finding this to be an interesting way to get out my thoughts. And if people want to read them, sweet. I have certainly enjoyed the feedback so far.
I have also been stockpiling a few posts as I think of topics. I was saving them in case a day comes during this contest that I cannot think of anything to write. However, Reg (in her infinite blogging wisdom) mentioned it is probably better to post them as I think them. They are probably more relevant that way. And lord knows with our lives, I doubt I will severely lack in topics to blog about later. Just in one afternoon I could post about poolside etiquette, how hobos can make indecisive people decide, how Borders harbors some strange people, and I am sure there is even more.
So on the blogging goes, and I have a feeling it will continue past May...I hope.
I have also been stockpiling a few posts as I think of topics. I was saving them in case a day comes during this contest that I cannot think of anything to write. However, Reg (in her infinite blogging wisdom) mentioned it is probably better to post them as I think them. They are probably more relevant that way. And lord knows with our lives, I doubt I will severely lack in topics to blog about later. Just in one afternoon I could post about poolside etiquette, how hobos can make indecisive people decide, how Borders harbors some strange people, and I am sure there is even more.
So on the blogging goes, and I have a feeling it will continue past May...I hope.
5/8/09
Bathingsuit Season...Really?
Okay, here comes one of my feminist rants. Hold on.
At what point did we decide that every commercial for the summer needed to revolve around women losing weight to fit into that bikini? Really, Michael Vick? Really? And we wonder why we have so many issues in this country? I am all for healthy decisions. Eat right, be active, live well. (Yes, I need to practice more of what I preach on that, but still.) Good lord!
If you want to wear a bikini, fucking go for it. Being comfortable in your own body should not be overshadowed by some outlandish perception. Most of the commercials do not even show women who are close to looking overweight in the first place. Yet we are supposed to think that diet pills, branded diets, meal plans, detoxes, blah, blah, blah, are the only way we can look good on the beach?
Now some people may think I should enter the obligatory, "Where are the commercials about men losing weight to look good in those swim trunks?" But I do not want to go there either. No one should be made to feel like shit about themselves. Especially not by a commercial for Wal-Mart! (That could be a whole other rant for another day.) Get your diet needs cheaper...really?
We complain that Americans are too fat. We have so many eating disorders from anorexia to obesity in this country. How do these ridiculous messages on television help any of that? More than likely, they just push the disorders further, one way or the other. Did we not learn anything from Jean Kilbourne's Killing Us Softly? Oh wait, I suppose that was one of the privileges of attending an all women's college.
Get over it people! Get off your asses and be healthy, but for the love of yourselves, be comfortable with who you are. Is it really a good idea to listen to the media that also plays commercials like the crap from Geico? I do not think so.
At what point did we decide that every commercial for the summer needed to revolve around women losing weight to fit into that bikini? Really, Michael Vick? Really? And we wonder why we have so many issues in this country? I am all for healthy decisions. Eat right, be active, live well. (Yes, I need to practice more of what I preach on that, but still.) Good lord!
If you want to wear a bikini, fucking go for it. Being comfortable in your own body should not be overshadowed by some outlandish perception. Most of the commercials do not even show women who are close to looking overweight in the first place. Yet we are supposed to think that diet pills, branded diets, meal plans, detoxes, blah, blah, blah, are the only way we can look good on the beach?
Now some people may think I should enter the obligatory, "Where are the commercials about men losing weight to look good in those swim trunks?" But I do not want to go there either. No one should be made to feel like shit about themselves. Especially not by a commercial for Wal-Mart! (That could be a whole other rant for another day.) Get your diet needs cheaper...really?
We complain that Americans are too fat. We have so many eating disorders from anorexia to obesity in this country. How do these ridiculous messages on television help any of that? More than likely, they just push the disorders further, one way or the other. Did we not learn anything from Jean Kilbourne's Killing Us Softly? Oh wait, I suppose that was one of the privileges of attending an all women's college.
Get over it people! Get off your asses and be healthy, but for the love of yourselves, be comfortable with who you are. Is it really a good idea to listen to the media that also plays commercials like the crap from Geico? I do not think so.
5/7/09
Owning It
The other night, I am hanging out with friends when I get a call from one of my best friends from home. I have known him since 9th grade, and honestly he is one of two people from my hometown that know more about me than anyone should. The funny part about when he calls, he tends to draw out the more southern side of my accent. (It also does not help that I had finished a couple of beers. Alcohol can also be an instant accent intensifier.) We talked for some time, during which my friends were playing Wii Tennis. So I was thinking they were not really paying attention to my conversation. But they were, and in two minutes flat my instant accent becomes the center of attention. I cannot deny that I grew up in South Carolina, and sometimes, it surfaces in my words. Oh well.
The fun part is to embrace it. I never go out of my way to sound like a southern belle (or redneck...ha), but sometimes, it is going to happen. Of course, y'all is a major part of my vocabulary, and I certainly say momma and daddy, especially when I am talking to them. Certain words will even just catch me off guard (Wheeler: "China Bistro!"). Nonetheless, I just have to accept it all as part of who I am. Make fun of what you will, we all have those little quirks that make us unique...or at least entertain others.
Sidenote: it is spelled y'all, not ya'll. Yes, this is a pet peeve. I do not care if it is a slang word in the first place, and I know the South is not known for its grammar. But really people, spell it right.
The fun part is to embrace it. I never go out of my way to sound like a southern belle (or redneck...ha), but sometimes, it is going to happen. Of course, y'all is a major part of my vocabulary, and I certainly say momma and daddy, especially when I am talking to them. Certain words will even just catch me off guard (Wheeler: "China Bistro!"). Nonetheless, I just have to accept it all as part of who I am. Make fun of what you will, we all have those little quirks that make us unique...or at least entertain others.
Sidenote: it is spelled y'all, not ya'll. Yes, this is a pet peeve. I do not care if it is a slang word in the first place, and I know the South is not known for its grammar. But really people, spell it right.
5/6/09
Ignoring the Mishaps
This morning I realized how attached to routine I really am. Usually, everything I need to grab on my way out the door is in one place beside my sofa: work bag, keys, phone, coffee cup, etc. However, this morning something was misplaced. Background: I had some friends over last night to celebrate Cinco de Mayo (see previous post). We celebrated in a classic way: Mexican beer (which included Dos XX, Negro Modelo, and Orange Blossom Pilsner), watching "Family Guy," playing Scene It, playing Wii Tennis, and rocking some Guitar Hero World Tour. Classic, right? Point being, we were using the bottle opener on my keys, and so my keys ended up on my kitchen counter. Being as people did not leave until relatively late, I forgot to move my keys back to their normal spot. Another factor of the evening is that I had turned off my cell phone in the middle of the night (which I NEVER do).
These led to this morning's mishap: locking myself out of my apartment. Because my phone was off, I realized while grabbing my things to leave. So I turned it on and realized I had some messages. Preoccupied with that, I grabbed everything else (because they were in their proper spots), and walked out the door. Habitually, I locked the door knob from the inside on my way out. Door closes, and immediately the realization hits that my keys are on the counter. Thank god Regina has a spare key to my place and was delayed in her morning adventure because the line at McDonald's was too long for her liking. She was able to come save the day. As I grabbed my keys and restarted my venture to leave the apartment, I commented, "Well this is clearly going to be a good day if this is how it started."
Since saying that, I have thought about how I should not have. Now here is an opportunity to use the cliche "Don't sweat the small stuff." Boo, I refuse. However, it has made me think about how we often allow the little mishaps to pile up and ruin a day/event/week/whatever. Granted, sometimes it is just easier to use the mishaps to place blame for a bad time because maybe you do not want to think about the real reasons for a bad time, but really, why worry about it? Laugh! It makes for a good story, right? This morning I was able to laugh with Regina about how she knows how I feel after her own recent key mishap (although hers was much more permanent ^_^). It can be so easy to get frustrated, but laughing about it is so much better. So big deal, I lost 5 minutes of the morning. That is 5 minutes I was not in the office, 5 minutes I could just be with my own thoughts, 5 minutes enjoying Florida weather, 5 minutes that gave me a story to tell and a lesson to learn.
The other thing I could learn from this is how much habits affect our lives, but maybe that is another post for another day.
These led to this morning's mishap: locking myself out of my apartment. Because my phone was off, I realized while grabbing my things to leave. So I turned it on and realized I had some messages. Preoccupied with that, I grabbed everything else (because they were in their proper spots), and walked out the door. Habitually, I locked the door knob from the inside on my way out. Door closes, and immediately the realization hits that my keys are on the counter. Thank god Regina has a spare key to my place and was delayed in her morning adventure because the line at McDonald's was too long for her liking. She was able to come save the day. As I grabbed my keys and restarted my venture to leave the apartment, I commented, "Well this is clearly going to be a good day if this is how it started."
Since saying that, I have thought about how I should not have. Now here is an opportunity to use the cliche "Don't sweat the small stuff." Boo, I refuse. However, it has made me think about how we often allow the little mishaps to pile up and ruin a day/event/week/whatever. Granted, sometimes it is just easier to use the mishaps to place blame for a bad time because maybe you do not want to think about the real reasons for a bad time, but really, why worry about it? Laugh! It makes for a good story, right? This morning I was able to laugh with Regina about how she knows how I feel after her own recent key mishap (although hers was much more permanent ^_^). It can be so easy to get frustrated, but laughing about it is so much better. So big deal, I lost 5 minutes of the morning. That is 5 minutes I was not in the office, 5 minutes I could just be with my own thoughts, 5 minutes enjoying Florida weather, 5 minutes that gave me a story to tell and a lesson to learn.
The other thing I could learn from this is how much habits affect our lives, but maybe that is another post for another day.
5/5/09
Holidays that Maybe Shouldn't Be
While I respect that Cinco de Mayo has become a celebration of Mexican culture, it certainly falls into the category of holidays that maybe shouldn't be. Yes, May 5th, 1862, the Mexican army was the underdog and beat the French forces in Puebla. Yay! But they eventually fell to the French and we occupied for awhile. I in no way mean to belittle this accomplishment, but you know that Mexico's actual Independence Day (and real national holiday) is actually September 16. Right.
Now I have to clarify that while I put Cinco de Mayo in my category of "Holidays that Maybe Shouldn't Be," it of course is much better than Valentine's Day. If you know me well enough, you already know my thoughts on that. If you don't, maybe that is another story for another day. Other holidays that I would put here: most of them. I know this makes me sound kind of cynical, but I can think of reasons for most holidays and why they should not be celebrated, at least not how they currently are done. Just like most things, people turn them into bastard versions of what they were meant to be.
But don't get me wrong, I will enjoy my cervezas mexicanas with some friends this evening. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. ¿Verdad?
Sidenote: Happy Birthday Steve!!
Now I have to clarify that while I put Cinco de Mayo in my category of "Holidays that Maybe Shouldn't Be," it of course is much better than Valentine's Day. If you know me well enough, you already know my thoughts on that. If you don't, maybe that is another story for another day. Other holidays that I would put here: most of them. I know this makes me sound kind of cynical, but I can think of reasons for most holidays and why they should not be celebrated, at least not how they currently are done. Just like most things, people turn them into bastard versions of what they were meant to be.
But don't get me wrong, I will enjoy my cervezas mexicanas with some friends this evening. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. ¿Verdad?
Sidenote: Happy Birthday Steve!!
5/4/09
NOLA Pictures
Here is an attempt to put up a number of pictures in a slide show. They take a second to not be as pixelated as you watch, but hopefully it is good enough to get across the point! (If nothing else, I of course have them posted on Facebook as well.)
I think I am finally done blogging about this trip. ^_^ But it really was a great time with some pretty awesome people.
Random sidenote for the evening: Happy Star Wars Day! May the 4th be with you!
I think I am finally done blogging about this trip. ^_^ But it really was a great time with some pretty awesome people.
Random sidenote for the evening: Happy Star Wars Day! May the 4th be with you!
5/3/09
Dip...Bump...Dip
Of course, one weekend is not nearly enough time to be in New Orleans. But the time we spent there was amazing! Today we tried to cram in as much as we could before we finally had to head back to Tallahassee. We had to get our beignets fix at Cafe Du Monde before we could do anything else. I was also glad to get a cafe' au lait in my system. We then took in a little more of Jackson Square before grabbing some lunch at a place Mer was pretty excited about. We had some seafood at Ralph and Kacoo's (except Kins who had to have house salad because they were out of fried pickles). We had a semi-entertaining waiter with very unique scenery. We sat next to a window that housed a scene that included an alligator. When the waiter asked if we wanted our picture taken with the gator in the background, we emphatically said no. While I am sure this is not a response he gets often from tourists, we tried to help him understand that coming from FSU, that picture would be a sin.
After lunch, we hopped in the car to drive back down to the Garden District to see the above ground cemeteries. We stopped at Lafayette #1, which unfortunately not open on Sundays. So we looked from outside the gates and got a brief history lesson from Billy. We also learned that the grass was not going to be cut until late may due to filming....whatever the point of that was. Then we made a short trip to Lafayette #2 to experience a little bit of the difference between tourist New Orleans, and real New Orleans. Although not far from the first and on the same road, the attention given to this neighborhood was markedly less. Yet my interest in the unique mausoleums was just as high, and it was interesting to see the difference.
Billy was then gracious enough to venture to the Lower Ninth Ward to give us a small look at how far they have come and still have to go since Katrina. The scene was certainly somber and humbling to see first hand. I can not even begin to imagine what it would be like to have to spray paint "Do not demolish. Will return." on the front of your home or not even have enough of a home left to claim. The marks of inspectors and if people were found inside the homes after the storm are still abundant, and the vacant lots reminded us of how many people still cannot go home. While they have come a long way, the work there is far, far from over.
Then our trip back home began. While we were exhausted, we still reminisced about our whirlwind weekend. Here are some final random quotes and thoughts from the day:
Billy's comment about a new born in the restaurant at lunch: "I give it 3 weeks."
On the bumpy LA roads: Mer: "I think my spleen and lungs have switched places." Billy: "How do you think my shrimp feels?" (I should let your imaginations run wild with this, but I will fill in here that Billy ate a ridiculously large lunch with many versions of shrimp dishes.)
A giant no smoking sign on the side of a warehouse full of fireworks for sale...probably a good idea, and should be common sense. Right?
As much as we love you Sonic, a "Fresh Banana" for $1...ripoff.
Sonic is delicious.
And The Verve Pipe's "The Freshmen" is still one of the greatest songs.
So I will end for the night by saying what an awesome weekend, and I cannot wait to go back! Be on the lookout for some pictures tomorrow because right now I am too tired to deal with the camera. I will possibly even add some things I have inevitably forgotten to write. (Or I will hope for the rest of my partners in crime for the weekend will comment with more randomness that they remember!)
Final words: Dip! Bump!
After lunch, we hopped in the car to drive back down to the Garden District to see the above ground cemeteries. We stopped at Lafayette #1, which unfortunately not open on Sundays. So we looked from outside the gates and got a brief history lesson from Billy. We also learned that the grass was not going to be cut until late may due to filming....whatever the point of that was. Then we made a short trip to Lafayette #2 to experience a little bit of the difference between tourist New Orleans, and real New Orleans. Although not far from the first and on the same road, the attention given to this neighborhood was markedly less. Yet my interest in the unique mausoleums was just as high, and it was interesting to see the difference.
Billy was then gracious enough to venture to the Lower Ninth Ward to give us a small look at how far they have come and still have to go since Katrina. The scene was certainly somber and humbling to see first hand. I can not even begin to imagine what it would be like to have to spray paint "Do not demolish. Will return." on the front of your home or not even have enough of a home left to claim. The marks of inspectors and if people were found inside the homes after the storm are still abundant, and the vacant lots reminded us of how many people still cannot go home. While they have come a long way, the work there is far, far from over.
Then our trip back home began. While we were exhausted, we still reminisced about our whirlwind weekend. Here are some final random quotes and thoughts from the day:
Random guy's opinion on the smell of Bourbon St.: "A giant elephant should come take a shit so it can smell better." (to his defense, anything in the world smells better than Bourbon St...that is why there are so many bars...the more you drink, the less you may notice...maybe)
Billy's comment about a new born in the restaurant at lunch: "I give it 3 weeks."
On the bumpy LA roads: Mer: "I think my spleen and lungs have switched places." Billy: "How do you think my shrimp feels?" (I should let your imaginations run wild with this, but I will fill in here that Billy ate a ridiculously large lunch with many versions of shrimp dishes.)
A giant no smoking sign on the side of a warehouse full of fireworks for sale...probably a good idea, and should be common sense. Right?
As much as we love you Sonic, a "Fresh Banana" for $1...ripoff.
Sonic is delicious.
And The Verve Pipe's "The Freshmen" is still one of the greatest songs.
So I will end for the night by saying what an awesome weekend, and I cannot wait to go back! Be on the lookout for some pictures tomorrow because right now I am too tired to deal with the camera. I will possibly even add some things I have inevitably forgotten to write. (Or I will hope for the rest of my partners in crime for the weekend will comment with more randomness that they remember!)
Final words: Dip! Bump!
Better than a Hostess Twinkie
The goal was to update this again last night. However, the day had different plans, and my body revolted by the time we got back to the hotel room. So as we are packing up to spend our last day in New Orleans, here is a quick post about yesterday's adventures.
After no more than five hours of sleep, we all habitually woke up early. No worries though, then we could maximize our time in the city. We found a random place for lunch, Montrel's Bistro, where I had my first crawfish. Pretty tasty, but messy and a lot of work. Plus I will admit it took me about a minute and a half to get past the look of them. Then I enjoyed some classic red beans and rice, so did Kins, while Billy had some shrimp creole, and Mer enjoyed a shrimp po' boy. Meredith and Kinsley also found that the restrooms in this establishment were gracious enough to be upstairs and include a person-sized window in the stall. Who doesn't want a view of New Orleans while you pee?
Then we walked the river and strolled around Jackson Square where I bought some folk art to add to my collection. We took in the street performers and had a laid back afternoon. The only disappointing part was finding what we thought was a brewery, Jackson Brewery, that turned out to be a brewery converted into a mall. Then we thought they had a museum of the brewery inside the mall, but that was a bust as well. So we decided to go on an adventure to the Garden District. This involved a series of street cars, of which the operators were less than pleasant. (Nothing like the trolleys in San Francisco.) It also took us having to get off to run into a CVS to get our exact change for the ride back. The cashier was equally as pleasant. The view was nice, though, and we made our way back to the Quarter after a relaxing ride.
We then redeemed the afternoon by Billy going on a search for a gift for a friend while Meredith, Kinsley, and I went to a neat little bar and cafe, the Napoleon House. There we enjoyed some wine and cheese in a calming courtyard. Once Billy rejoined us, it was time to find a place to watch the Kentucky Derby. I have to admit this is the first time I have ever watched this race. We ducked into a kitchy little bar in the historic Monteleone Hotel. This place did not have mint juleps unfortunately, but it did have a bar that looked like a carousel where the seats around the bar rotated. Pretty cool.
After the race, Mer and I left Billy and Kins to enjoy the Quarter while we went to enjoy the Death Cab for Cutie show at the Contemporary Arts Center. Ra Ra Riot and Matt Costa were really good, and Death Cab of course was amazing. The venue was a warehouse, which made for a cool atmosphere. The crowd, however, was on average half our age, which made for an interesting atmosphere. The place was packed, and near the end of the show, we actually had to make our way to the back to avoid overheating ourselves, and there we found the people our age. (Are we officially getting old? Crap!) But again, the show was awesome!
We made our way back to the Quarter, stopping to get a hot dog from a street vendor, and then passed out back in the hotel. Kinsley and Billy came back to tell us of their adventures at Harrah's Casino, Pat O'Briens, Jackson Square, and Cafe Du Monde. During the evening, Billy was blessed with another random person talking to him. The guy felt compelled to let him know that he was left handed, and it was sterile. What that meant...who knows?
Now to let you know where the title of this post originated. On our walk to the Napoleon House, Meridith, Kinsley, and I saw a man playing a trombone. We almost stopped for Kins to take a picture, but before we could he shouted: "Y'all are better than a Hostess Twinkie. You're three treats in one!" Needless to say, the picture didn't happen. We just continued to walk.
Now we are off to enjoy our last day here. More to come, I am sure!
After no more than five hours of sleep, we all habitually woke up early. No worries though, then we could maximize our time in the city. We found a random place for lunch, Montrel's Bistro, where I had my first crawfish. Pretty tasty, but messy and a lot of work. Plus I will admit it took me about a minute and a half to get past the look of them. Then I enjoyed some classic red beans and rice, so did Kins, while Billy had some shrimp creole, and Mer enjoyed a shrimp po' boy. Meredith and Kinsley also found that the restrooms in this establishment were gracious enough to be upstairs and include a person-sized window in the stall. Who doesn't want a view of New Orleans while you pee?
Then we walked the river and strolled around Jackson Square where I bought some folk art to add to my collection. We took in the street performers and had a laid back afternoon. The only disappointing part was finding what we thought was a brewery, Jackson Brewery, that turned out to be a brewery converted into a mall. Then we thought they had a museum of the brewery inside the mall, but that was a bust as well. So we decided to go on an adventure to the Garden District. This involved a series of street cars, of which the operators were less than pleasant. (Nothing like the trolleys in San Francisco.) It also took us having to get off to run into a CVS to get our exact change for the ride back. The cashier was equally as pleasant. The view was nice, though, and we made our way back to the Quarter after a relaxing ride.
We then redeemed the afternoon by Billy going on a search for a gift for a friend while Meredith, Kinsley, and I went to a neat little bar and cafe, the Napoleon House. There we enjoyed some wine and cheese in a calming courtyard. Once Billy rejoined us, it was time to find a place to watch the Kentucky Derby. I have to admit this is the first time I have ever watched this race. We ducked into a kitchy little bar in the historic Monteleone Hotel. This place did not have mint juleps unfortunately, but it did have a bar that looked like a carousel where the seats around the bar rotated. Pretty cool.
After the race, Mer and I left Billy and Kins to enjoy the Quarter while we went to enjoy the Death Cab for Cutie show at the Contemporary Arts Center. Ra Ra Riot and Matt Costa were really good, and Death Cab of course was amazing. The venue was a warehouse, which made for a cool atmosphere. The crowd, however, was on average half our age, which made for an interesting atmosphere. The place was packed, and near the end of the show, we actually had to make our way to the back to avoid overheating ourselves, and there we found the people our age. (Are we officially getting old? Crap!) But again, the show was awesome!
We made our way back to the Quarter, stopping to get a hot dog from a street vendor, and then passed out back in the hotel. Kinsley and Billy came back to tell us of their adventures at Harrah's Casino, Pat O'Briens, Jackson Square, and Cafe Du Monde. During the evening, Billy was blessed with another random person talking to him. The guy felt compelled to let him know that he was left handed, and it was sterile. What that meant...who knows?
Now to let you know where the title of this post originated. On our walk to the Napoleon House, Meridith, Kinsley, and I saw a man playing a trombone. We almost stopped for Kins to take a picture, but before we could he shouted: "Y'all are better than a Hostess Twinkie. You're three treats in one!" Needless to say, the picture didn't happen. We just continued to walk.
Now we are off to enjoy our last day here. More to come, I am sure!
5/2/09
Things You Can Learn During a Car Ride - And Then Some
The trip to New Orleans begins. During the 6-hourish car ride, here are the things we learned:
1) Arby's is the ultimate travel food. (In addition to Dairy Queen of course.)
2) You can always find entertainment in a gas station. (read: cowboy hats and gummy snakes...maybe some pictures to come?)
3) The Verve Pipe's "The Freshman" is a great song.
4) No one can follow Mer and me...."Oooo! Chuck E Cheese!" "Sweet!"
5) Roadside attractions make a roadtrip (read: Buc-ee's)
6) Debate why a casino billboard has the number to a gambling problem hotline at the bottom.
7) McDonald's apparently needs a spotlight on the roof at 12 am.
8) Louisiana has fun bumpy roads.
9) Alanis Morissette's "Ironic" should have said "Isn't it a coinkydink, don't you think?"
10) There is apparently such a thing as a "fancy" version of "Rocky Top." And by fancy, we mean it is sung by a woman, has techno beats, and is a more modern version of the ridiculous song.
Best quote for the night: Random guy "I'm a smoker. My lungs are black." Billy "You're fine."
Funniest find: Bangkok Spa
Drink tip for the day: You can't make you're own Hand Grenades. But they are delicious here!
Tip for the night: Don't pee on peoples cars. At least use a wall.
And, I am the only person that walking down the street can get something stabbed in their foot. Yea. I am that lucky.
Here is looking forward to tomorrow and more great finds!
1) Arby's is the ultimate travel food. (In addition to Dairy Queen of course.)
2) You can always find entertainment in a gas station. (read: cowboy hats and gummy snakes...maybe some pictures to come?)
3) The Verve Pipe's "The Freshman" is a great song.
4) No one can follow Mer and me...."Oooo! Chuck E Cheese!" "Sweet!"
5) Roadside attractions make a roadtrip (read: Buc-ee's)
6) Debate why a casino billboard has the number to a gambling problem hotline at the bottom.
7) McDonald's apparently needs a spotlight on the roof at 12 am.
8) Louisiana has fun bumpy roads.
9) Alanis Morissette's "Ironic" should have said "Isn't it a coinkydink, don't you think?"
10) There is apparently such a thing as a "fancy" version of "Rocky Top." And by fancy, we mean it is sung by a woman, has techno beats, and is a more modern version of the ridiculous song.
Best quote for the night: Random guy "I'm a smoker. My lungs are black." Billy "You're fine."
Funniest find: Bangkok Spa
Drink tip for the day: You can't make you're own Hand Grenades. But they are delicious here!
Tip for the night: Don't pee on peoples cars. At least use a wall.
And, I am the only person that walking down the street can get something stabbed in their foot. Yea. I am that lucky.
Here is looking forward to tomorrow and more great finds!
5/1/09
New Faces, New Places (...and New Orleans!)
I have spent some time recently contemplating the realization that I have officially completed my first academic year working at Florida State University. Weird. I cannot say I have really come to terms with the number of thoughts going through my head right now yet. However, I can say this past year (officially a full year in July) has been...well...an experience.
I lived my whole life (well, most if it...that is another blog for another day maybe) in South Carolina. A true Carolina girl at heart, I grew up in Rock Hill and then spent six years in Columbia doing my undergraduate work at Columbia College (Go Koalas!) and then graduate work at the University of South Carolina (GO COCKS!). After graduation, I decided, for a number of reasons, it was time to get out of the state and try something new. Long job search story short, here I am.
I have found that Tallahassee (aka South Georgia) is not very different from the culture in SC, although there are some distinctions. Nonetheless, it has been a very new experience for me. I drove the seven hours in a U-Haul with my Jeep in tow alone, to an empty apartment alone, and unpacked alone. (With the exception of Julia helping me return the U-Haul...I probably still owe you for that!) Luckily it was 4th of July weekend and I have some pretty amazing friends in Orlando that let me crash their celebrations with them before starting work. Then, July 7th came, and the "new life" officially began.
Fastfoward...I have met and now hang out with some pretty cool people. My job has been a rollercoaster, but I feel like I am ready to take on the next year in stride. My coworkers are much more like friends, and so are some colleagues across campus. Movie days, coffee nights, poolside afternoons, pool halls, dinners, ice cream and donut runs, and I am working on some karaoke in the near future, I have to say I think I have found something of a niche. Of course, I miss the "Smiling Faces, Beautiful Places" of SC, especially when I am in desperate need of a Saucer Night, the porch at Jake's, or just good times with the people that were there and those that still are.
To break the sappy stuff, though, I still have lots to think about. What is coming next? Who knows...but I am enjoying the journey to get there for now. And tonight is my first trip to New Orleans with a few of these Tally people. Look forward to some interesting posts this weekend I am sure!
Sidenote: Congrats to all FSU grads today. You all will do great things!
I lived my whole life (well, most if it...that is another blog for another day maybe) in South Carolina. A true Carolina girl at heart, I grew up in Rock Hill and then spent six years in Columbia doing my undergraduate work at Columbia College (Go Koalas!) and then graduate work at the University of South Carolina (GO COCKS!). After graduation, I decided, for a number of reasons, it was time to get out of the state and try something new. Long job search story short, here I am.
I have found that Tallahassee (aka South Georgia) is not very different from the culture in SC, although there are some distinctions. Nonetheless, it has been a very new experience for me. I drove the seven hours in a U-Haul with my Jeep in tow alone, to an empty apartment alone, and unpacked alone. (With the exception of Julia helping me return the U-Haul...I probably still owe you for that!) Luckily it was 4th of July weekend and I have some pretty amazing friends in Orlando that let me crash their celebrations with them before starting work. Then, July 7th came, and the "new life" officially began.
Fastfoward...I have met and now hang out with some pretty cool people. My job has been a rollercoaster, but I feel like I am ready to take on the next year in stride. My coworkers are much more like friends, and so are some colleagues across campus. Movie days, coffee nights, poolside afternoons, pool halls, dinners, ice cream and donut runs, and I am working on some karaoke in the near future, I have to say I think I have found something of a niche. Of course, I miss the "Smiling Faces, Beautiful Places" of SC, especially when I am in desperate need of a Saucer Night, the porch at Jake's, or just good times with the people that were there and those that still are.
To break the sappy stuff, though, I still have lots to think about. What is coming next? Who knows...but I am enjoying the journey to get there for now. And tonight is my first trip to New Orleans with a few of these Tally people. Look forward to some interesting posts this weekend I am sure!
Sidenote: Congrats to all FSU grads today. You all will do great things!
Blog a Day in May
As I mentioned, this blog is starting because of a bet. Currently, we have 7 participants, including myself. The goal, of course, is to blog everyday. But here is a break down of our guidelines: (thanks to Meghan)
Official May Blog-a-thon Rules:
- Must blog every weekday in May (weekends off- Memorial Day is a weekend).
- Mid-week vacations are NOT exempt from blogging (if you need to sub a Saturday or Sunday fine- but let us all know first! None of that "whoops I forgot to post on Thursday- I will make up for it on Saturday" garbage!
- You may post about the challenge in your first blog- or as your first blog.
- For it to count as a post, you must use words... this is not a scrapbooking contest. There is no specified minimum number of words or language preference. Blog in Hebrew for all we care.
- In the event of a tie, quality and quantity of posts will be judged.
Followers and comments I think are going to grab us extra kudos in the long run. (hint hint)
I am not sure where this blog is going to go, or where it is going to take me. Maybe it will just be cathartic, as my mother says. Maybe it will be an interesting read for someone somewhere. Maybe I will find a theme. Maybe it will be totally random (which of course is more likely since life is pretty random by default). Of course the competitive side is coming out, which may make this even more interesting. Whatever happens, here we go down the rabbit hole!
Official May Blog-a-thon Rules:
- Must blog every weekday in May (weekends off- Memorial Day is a weekend).
- Mid-week vacations are NOT exempt from blogging (if you need to sub a Saturday or Sunday fine- but let us all know first! None of that "whoops I forgot to post on Thursday- I will make up for it on Saturday" garbage!
- You may post about the challenge in your first blog- or as your first blog.
- For it to count as a post, you must use words... this is not a scrapbooking contest. There is no specified minimum number of words or language preference. Blog in Hebrew for all we care.
- In the event of a tie, quality and quantity of posts will be judged.
Followers and comments I think are going to grab us extra kudos in the long run. (hint hint)
I am not sure where this blog is going to go, or where it is going to take me. Maybe it will just be cathartic, as my mother says. Maybe it will be an interesting read for someone somewhere. Maybe I will find a theme. Maybe it will be totally random (which of course is more likely since life is pretty random by default). Of course the competitive side is coming out, which may make this even more interesting. Whatever happens, here we go down the rabbit hole!
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