Friday, May 29, 2009

This is a cop-out post, I haven't had much happening lately, but I haven't posted in awhile, so here you go. Just as PSA.

Important Women's Health Issue:

Do you have feelings of inadequacy?

Do you suffer from shyness?

Do you sometimes wish you were more assertive?

If you answered yes to any of these questions, ask your doctor or pharmacist about Margaritas.

Margaritas are the safe, natural way to feel better and more confident about yourself and your actions.

Margaritas can help ease you out of your shyness and let you tell the world that you're ready and willing to do just about anything.

You will notice the benefits of Margaritas almost immediately and with a regimen of regular doses you can overcome any obstacles that prevent you from living the life you want to live.

Shyness and awkwardness will be a thing of the past and you will discover many talents you never knew you had. Stop hiding and start living, with Margaritas.

Margaritas may not be right for everyone. Women who are pregnant or nursing should not use Margaritas. However, women who wouldn't mind nursing or becoming pregnant are encouraged to try it.

Side effects may include:

Dizziness, nausea, vomiting, incarceration

Erotic lustfulness

Loss of motor control

Loss of clothing

Loss of money

Loss of virginity

Table dancing



Dry mouth

And a desire to sing Karaoke


The consumption of Margaritas may make you think you are whispering when you are not.


The consumption of Margaritas may cause you to tell your friends over and over again that you love them.


The consumption of Margaritas may cause you to think you can sing.


The consumption of Margaritas may make you think you can logically converse with members of the opposite sex without spitting

Please share this with other women who may need Margaritas. Thank you.

Friday, May 22, 2009

Twenty Questions: America, Heck Yeah!

rockle-riffic: Twenty Questions: America, Heck Yeah!

1.Three songs that contain "U.S.A." in the title (easy)
Proud to be an American, God Bless America, Born in the USA FINE! Surfin' USA

2.Three TV shows that featured a beach in the opening credits (easy)
2 1/2 men, China Beach, Baywatch

3.Three kinds of salads that might be served at a picnic (easy)
Potato, Pasta, Fruit

4.Three kinds of beverages that people drink in the summer (easy)
lemonade, beer, ice tea

5.Three games or activities that are played outdoors (easy)
water volleyball, river tubing, water parks

6.Three movies that "reference" the 4th of July in the title (moderate to hard)
Independence Day, Born on the 4th of July, ???

7.Two songs about American cities that were recorded by foreigners (hard)
Not a single clue. I don't know about songs and musical artists.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Let's beat this dead horse a couple of more times

Ok. So, once again, most of my IRL friends, and maybe one or two of the bloggy friends, will probably get annoyed at this next post. sorry. well, not really sorry, but sort of sorry.


I think I've mentioned, if not here then to one of my irl friends, that I didn't realize at the time, but breaking up cleanly, one harsh band-aid pull and it's done, no further contact, no midnight texts, no extra emails, that's the best way to break up. This dragging it out for months at a stretch sucks. Badly.

I have received several quite a few FINE multiple texts from ex. I respond most of the time. At least, I did before grandma died.

The day she died ex texted me and I texted him: Sad Day, my grandma died.

He said some nice things, then I didn't hear from him until last friday. I didn't even think of him while all of that was going on. What I missed during that time was someone who was there for me, a boyfriend-type person, to give me a hug and hold me tight when I cried. And recently it has dawned on me that the reason I hadn't thought of him was because he wasn't my boyfriend, and hasn't been for 8 months.

Now I know that sounds really obvious, but let me expound a little on this.

For several months there, I was taking the burden of proving myself to him, that because of my whole bipolar thing, and his reaction to it, I had to prove that I wasn't as crazy as he thought I was. My stomach would clench when he texted me because I was trying to gauge what his reaction would be to whatever I said, and whether or not I would scare him off again.

However, this past friday, after he texted me at midnight to ask what I was doing (duh!), I didn't answer until saturday, and then it was a snarky comment on what he thought I was doing thursday at midnight.

And it dawned on me then, I really didn't care how he took that text. I didn't care if it upset him, or scared him off. He called me monday evening (if I had been paying attention I wouldn't have answered, but I didn't look at the caller ID). We talked. I cut him off pretty early, I was tired and just wanted to go to bed. It ticked him off, and he was huffy as I ended the call, but my only thought was that I was tired and just wanted to go to bed, and he was preventing me from doing that.

And in the last 2 days I have finally come to this: I wasn't the one who quit calling in September. I wasn't the one who got all freaked out about how much we clicked and how much we enjoyed each other's company and OMG This might be serious! I wasn' t the one who broke contact AGAIN after 1 or 2 dates in October.

The burden of proof is not mine. The burden of proof falls to him. I am who I have always been. I'm smart, funny, reasonably cute, and rather independent. I do have my personality quirks, but I know most of my triggers and can usually get my moods under control before I go totally insane. This is who I am. You can like me or not. You either want to date me or not. If you only want to date me sometimes, that isn't enough. If you only like parts of my personality, but not all of them, then you don't like me. If you do, great, let's give it a try. If not, well, that's ok, too. I'll get over it.

I'm happy to be in this place. I haven't been here in awhile, and it's nice to be back.

Dear Lord, Show me the path to take, and I will take it. Show me the man you want for me, and I'll take him, too. Help me see Your path, and not a path of my own choosing, as you definitely a better judge of character than I am. Amen

Tuesday, May 19, 2009


I had a dream about grandma last night.

The family was together for christmas. Grandma was sitting in a rocking chair playing with my niece Emma. I watched them and laughed with them, and then I remembered that grandma was gone. So I went to the kitchen where all the men were talking and I asked my Uncle, very quietly,"Wasn't Grandma gone? Hasn't she died?"

He answered yes, so I led him to the living room and we watched grandma playing with Emma. We were amazed, and no one else seemed to notice. Grandma looked up at us and smiled. She set Emma on the floor and walked over to us and told us that even though she was dead, she was still here, and that she would always be here. And she turned transparent and disappeared. And still, no one seemed to notice.

I have never had a dream like that. I don't ever recall having a dream about grandma or granpa. It left me sad, but peaceful. I'm not prone to too much sentimentality, but I wonder if it was just my emotions playing out in my brain, or if it was something more. I posted here about ghosts. But this feels different.

I don't really have a prayer for this post.

Monday, May 18, 2009


It has become the custom to go out to lunch with friends after church. It is usually 8 or 9 people, though at times it is signicantly more. This past sunday it was 6 of us. The pastor and his wife, my friend Katie and her husband and their 2yo daughter.

I have often wondered where the pastor's 2 daughters got their overly dramatic tendencies. I have only ever witnessed the pastor's wife as a reasonably sane and easy going woman.

But then we ate lunch on Sunday.

We went to a small local restaurant that is quite an attraction for the tourists, but the food is good and it's now full out summer yet, so it's usually safe for lunch on Sundays.

Mrs. Pastor ordered a kid's hamburger plate. It was served on thick-sliced bread, not on a bun. One slice of the bread had a medium-sized hole in it. Mrs. Pastor had a fit. First she wanted to have the waiter bring her a new piece of toast, but then decided that she didn't. Then she demanded, out loud, that what kid would want to eat such an inferior hamburger, and that just because it was a kid's meal that they should at least make it edible. Then, the fact that the last time they had messed up her order and this time the bread had a hole in, it indicated that the restaurant was now on the taboo list for lunch after church, that she wasn't eating there again if they couldn't be bothered to produce a decent meal.

This went on for 10-30 minutes. I just kept my mouth shut. I couldn't have added to this, and was thinking how petty and silly she sounded. It was a slice of bread, for heaven's sake!

And as I sat there listening to the tirade, I thought, "AhA!! NOW I know where the 2 daughters get that quirk.

Dear Lord, help me to see in me what others see in me, especially the absurd, over-reactive, emotional, and spoiled parts of my personality. Thank you. Amen

Saturday, May 16, 2009

New Car!

So I settled on an 08 bright blue subaru forester. It was a rental, but doesn't show any obvious abuse or damage. I paid a little more than I had wanted to originally, but it's the closest thing to a new car I've ever owned, and I can afford the payment and I got a good interest rate, so it's all good in the end.

Also, when I (dad) bought the silver subaru dad used a CD as collateral and didn't put a lien on the car. He's been getting restless about getting his CD back, so now that the silver subaru is paid, he can have CD back. That's good, too.

All in all I'm happy with the purchase and with how it all went. It was a learning experience, and I always like learning experiences, so that's good, too.

Dear God, please let me keep this one for awhile? I'm going to try very hard to not have any accidents or speeding tickets. Amen.

Friday, May 15, 2009

New Car

I've never bought a car on my own. Dad has always done it. The last time, I wanted to do it, but instead of stepping back and helping me, dad took over, big surprise, and once again I was simply the person who signed where indicated.

This time, I haven't even told my parents that I've had an accident. I will simply go home with a new car.

However, I am a little worried about all of this. I keep second-guessing myself. Do I really want that subaru? It has some nice features, but it's gold, and I'm not overly fond of the color. On the other hand, it has less mileage and a better price than the other subaru forester.

Or do I buy the Ford Escape? The reviews seem to be black and white, either it runs great and they love it, or it is a lemon and they are forever fixing it. However it has most of the same features as the subaru, and the color is better. Price is less, but more miles. Same year as the subaru.

Gas mpg is about the same between the two. Subaru holds its value better than the ford. Ford is cheaper to fix and get parts for. Subaru is still standing strong as a company, Ford might not be here in 10 years.

I'm trying to talk myself out of worrying here. Just because my father and brother keep cars until they are dead doesn't mean I have to. If I don't like it then I can trade it in next year. I don't have to keep this car into eternity. My credit score is so good that I'm getting an excellent apr, so as long as I keep up with my payments it can only look good on my credit history and I will be able to get a new auto loan when I want/need it.

Dear Lord, thank you for the self-discipline that it took to get my credit score where it is. Thank you for insurance to pay off my car. Thank you for a good job that provides me with enough money to get a good reliable dependable car. Keep watching over me, so that when I get into my next accident I come out unscathed. amen.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Overheard in New York

I'm not sure why I found this so funny, but I laughed out loud on this one.

Touchy-Ass Pagans
Hipster guy, after hipster girl sneezes: Oh, God bless you.
Hipster girl: Don't bless me.
Hipster guy: Fuck Poo you, then.

--Fat Baby, Lower East Side

Overheard by: RoninTy
via Overheard in New York, Feb 18, 2007

And then this one followed:

Pagans Are Even Worse

Woman in stall to sneezing woman: God bless you.
Sneezing woman: I'm atheist!

--Public Bathroom, 34th St & Broadway

Overheard by: smal

via Overheard in New York, May 14, 2009

Sunday, May 10, 2009

My sewer line

So, I've had trouble with my sewer line since I moved in, every 4-6 months I have to have a plumber come in and clean out my lines, the tree roots grow into them and block the line and it starts to back up into the house (NASTY). So, as part of this house/garage remodel, we are replacing the sewer line from the house to the alley.

If only it was that easy.

Instead of it running directly out from the house to the alley, it makes a 45 degree angle to the right, then another 45 degrees back to the left, through the roots of 2 trees and around the original structure of the garage.

Yeah. That.

The plumber WAY underestimated the cost of all of this. I'm thinking if they want to pull the 2 trees involved, I'm going to let them.

And in the process, they have destroyed my back yard.

On the plus side, I will be able to completely re-landscape the back yard when they're done.

And another plus, I'm so so so glad that I didn't undertake this as an independent project. This would have cost me a fortune, and I would have gone slightly bankrupt finishing it. As it is, at least with dad paying for this it will get done and done correctly.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Another freaking car that I've totaled.

So, my flight came arrived at 12:20pm on Monday. My father had given me a check to deposit for the contractors to start on the garage. I tried to deposit it at my crappy bank, the one that is pretty hard to work with, despite the fact that they exist inside a wal-mart and are open 7 days a week, but they wanted 7 working days before they would allow me to draw on it. So I went to my credit union (great, but only 1 location on the island, and none between here and the other main college town), and they told me 3 days, I deposited it monday, I can withdraw the funds thursday morning.

All of this to set up the fact that I didn't mean to be on the island on Monday. I had tried not to be, but I needed that check deposited, so I didn't even stop to unload the car, I just kept driving. Then I called my friend Michelle to see, since it was about 1:30, if she had already eaten lunch, and if not, would she like to join me? No, she'd already eaten. Ok. So I went home.

Except. I mean, it happened so fast, all I could do was react, and I remember thinking, 'What the hell happened to my brakes???'. I was driving on the only road off the island. And somehow, I'm still not sure how, I was in the right lane, tried to move into the middle lane, and I think I jerked. It surprised me, so I stepped on the brake. Hard. And my Anti-lock brakes, didn't anti-lock. I started to fishtail, then I spun out. Fortunately no other cars were involved. I hit the concrete barrier on the right almost head on. My airbags deployed. Immediately 2 people stopped, one was a nurse, one was a chaplain! I laughed (I was shaking pretty bad, so it was a watery shaky laugh, but still a laugh) that at that point I had my bases covered. Police and EMS and Fire department were called (I was hoping that my friend wouldn't be on the team called out!) and I was declared OK. No pain, no headache, no broken bones, no airbag burns, I bruised my knee when it smacked the under part of the dash, but it wasn't bleeding or sprained, just bruised.

My friend michelle picked me up tuesday morning, and drove me home tuesday evening. Wednesday the contractors were due to start, so I wanted to be home in the morning, anyway. But I called and put my name of 5 rental car waiting lists. Finally at 7pm, a car became available. I had them pick me up this morning at 7:30, and now I have a very cheap basic kia rio, no power anything! I'm getting the insurance rate, even though my insurance doesn't pay for towing or rental.

And today, just a few minutes ago, I called the collision center and they told me that my car would probably be totaled.

So, booo, now I have another 2-3 years worth of car payments, but yippee! I get a new (still used) car!

Dear God, thank you for protecting me, again. Thank you for the nurse and chaplain, they were a great help. Amen

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